Message-ID: <1948eli$9707081331@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1948.txt> From: heminway@epix.net (Hawk Richards) Subject: New Story: As the Paige Turns Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/32.230 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <33c1ad1d.347467257@newsserver.epix.net> Disclaimer: I wrote this some what non-explicit story/dialogue because I had a scene all set up, but the characters decided not to behave, thus this little fictional commentary was written. It's all in good fun, and I hope it is taken that way. Contact information: Hawk Richards Heminway@epix.net ********************************************************************** As the Paige Turns By Hawk Richards From the clean elegant office of Dr. Paige Grey there emanated an enchanting soft hum of Mozart. The furnishings were antiquish, yet bold in an unobtrusive manner, a manner much like the doctor herself. She took the time her secretary had gone to lunch to sit back and get some work done to the soft melodic music. The interior of her office was much like that of any psychiatrist. It had the definitive leather couch, large oak desk and tremendous view. She sat in her comfortable leather chair with her hand softly brushing back her brown hair in an uncommonly gentle manner. Her long elegant neck, pale and white was just showing above her high collar blouse. With no makeup, she still made embodied an elegant European beauty of high cheekbones and mesmerizing eyes. She stopped stoking her soft brown hair, then she fondled the locket she always wore around her neck. It was a simple piece of Indian made jewelry. It didn't take long her hand found and caressed her soft breast. She checked her watch and smirked because there was just enough time for a walk down to the vending machines where she would take care of her craving for some chocolate. Sometimes she analyzed this need for something sweet, but now she decided that she deserved it. Just a little chocolate would do her good. She stood up swiftly and her long silk skirt twirled around her long legs. She neatly pulled her hair back and pinned. Paige set out for the vending machines with a bounce in her elegantly sensuous step. By the time she had made it back to the office, she devoured the chocolate. She wondered guiltily what Freud would say. Then, with a grin, she entered to see a patient sitting reading a Wall Street Journal, his face familiar and his presence overwhelming. He nodded affirmatively as he folded the newspaper. He stood buttoning his jacket in a business like pose and neatly set the newspaper back onto the table and followed her into her office. She gestured for him to sit in a seat as she sat down at her desk and after consulting her appointment book asked, "Mr. Anderson, I presume?" "Yes." "Well, what can I help you with Mr. Anderson?" "Please Dr. Grey, call me Jack," he said without hesitation. His eyes never unglued their mesmerizing hold on Paige. "Alright, Jack, what is it that you would like to discuss?" "My sex life." "What about it is troubling you, Jack?" She fondled her locket thoughtfully as she waited for him to answer. "Well . . .," he hesitated while gathering his thought if only for a moment, then unglued his gaze as he said, "I'm seem to be uninterested." "And how is that Jack?" "This is quite hard to talk about. Of course, it's not that hard and that's the problem." "Please go on, tell me about it, Jack." she said reassuringly with a slight glint of a friendly smile and a hand on his. "It all started a couple of months after we got married. . .," he said. Paige nodded her head and breathed a few; uh huh's, I see's and the ever popular all right. She kept eye contact, which was a crucial part of her therapy. A patient always seemed to respond to the warmth of her smile, her gentle nature, and glinting eyes. "So, you see, it's like useless for me to even imagine having sex in the normal way." "I think I understand, but what do you think is normal?" "Well, man on top...you know, the missionary style." "Please, feel free to use whatever terms you are used to using, Jack. We are both mature adults." "Fucking." He gathered himself up in his arms defensively. "I am sorry?" She licked her lips as she noticed the bulging crotch of his expensive looking trousers. Almost as if talking about the weather he stated, "Normal is fucking a woman." "What do you usually…fuck?" She asked stunned by the news he might be talking about something else. "Well, I…" He stammered. Toying coyly with her necklace she asked with curiosity, "Well, Yes?" "I read stories." He mumbled. A small charge of electricity ran up her spine as she asked, "What kind of stories?" "Erotic stories." He said getting bolder. "Sex stories?" She raised an eyebrow, then brushed her hair out of her face in a sensual gesture. Her breathing started to become ragged with anticipation. Somehow, erotic hang-ups were so much more fun to talk about than schizophrenia and paranoia. "Yes." The thought of a handsome well groomed fellow like Jack sitting at his office desk wanking himself created an erotic image as she said, "From an adult publication?" "No, from the Internet." He confided. "The internet?" She asked unsure if she should let on her to her own fascination with a certain newsgroup. Ever since she had gotten on AOL with her new computer, she had found Usenet Newsgroups to be quite helpful. "Yes, alt.sex.stories. Anonymous authors post erotic stories there. Some of them are extremely well written. " "I see." Her hand had absent-mindedly fallen to play with the top button of her blouse. As the tension grew, her habitual habit of brushing the hair back out of her eyes. All of a sudden, she wondered if he had read some of the same stories she likes to read: "What are these stories about?" "Oh, there are many different kinds of stories on there." "What kind do you like to read?" "Hmm, I like to read about comic book characters fucking." He said. Paige's heart dropped. She had thought he had a bit more imagination than wanting to read about Mickey and Minnie Mouse, latex clad superheroes, and unrealistic science-fiction characters doing the nasty. She wondered if he read any of any other of the great authors who post. There are so many she couldn't even decide who was her favorite author and thanks to that wonderful reviewer found many stories she would never have found or read. She liked science-fiction stories also. Actually, there are several authors who make Supergirl and her comic book brothers and sisters do the most amazing things. "Perhaps, that is what he meant" She thought. "Is that all you read? I mean comic book fantasies?" "Oh, no, I definitely love all the stories, even the non-explicit ones. It's just lately, you know, with the Batman movie out?" "I see," she said. "But, how does this stop you from fucking?" "Well, I just can't get aroused unless I hear a modem." "I am sorry?" "I mean my dick, er I mean penis, doesn't get hard unless I hear a modem start." "I see, so you're audibly stimulated by a modem?" "Yes, I can't help it. The thought of all those arousing stories out there. I simply have to read them all and by the time I am done. I find myself exhausted." "How does this affect your sex life?" "What do you mean how does it affect my sex life? I can't tell my wife to dial my modem everytime I wanna screw can I? She would think I am crazy." "It seems to me, that you find the stories on the Internet much more stimulating than your wife?" "Well, no that's only part of it." "I see." "So if you were walking down the street and a woman came up to naked?" "I wouldn't be aroused." "I see." "Well, have you ever heard about foreplay?" "Well, of course, I have." He frowned getting defensive again. "I am sorry," she said noticing his frown. "What I meant is have you ever thought of including your wife in your reading? Perhaps, she would find it stimulating too." "Oh my, she would never go for that. Women don't like reading stuff like that." Paige's eyes flared up in distaste at the silly statement, "What do you mean by that?" "Well, it's only that I never really thought women get into that kind of thing." "What about that lady reviewer, and those female authors who post? Not to mention all the women readers who enjoy the newsgroup too. I know for a fact…" She realized her blunder. He had not even mentioned any authors or reviewers. Her secret was out. She looked around the office as if searching for a way to escape from the bewildered stare of her patient; Paige suddenly found relief in the knowledge her secret was finally out. "You mean…." "Yes, of course, I read them." "I would have never guessed that you would ever..." "Why not? I like fantasy as much as any other person, male or female." "I mean you don't seem the type." "Oh? And what exactly is the type that reads alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.stories.moderated?" She asked. She crossed her arms and created a superior posture. "Sometimes men are so blind." She thought. He just sat there in bewilderment. A whole new world of knowledge seeped into his brain. He finally started to understand where she was heading. "You think...I should ask my wife to join me? But won't that make my problem worse." "Frankly, I suggest you and your wife first have a little heart to heart. The poor woman must be so frustrated. Then, I think you should have her join you in your sessions. Act out a story, a reasonably safe story please. Soon, just read the stories with her and afterwards both of you should take it to your bedroom. Leave the computer for just foreplay." "Thank you...it is all so clear to me now. The stories aren't the problem; it's how I release the tension. My poor wife. You're right of course. She is very frustrated…I will definitely fix that." "Remember the key to a lasting relationship is communication. I think we have made a lot of progress. Perhaps, you should bring your wife next session. I also do marriage counseling." "Is our time up?" "Yes, it is and thank you for coming Mr. Anderson." Paige sat at her desk thinking about what had just transpired. A smirk of pride escaped from her professional face as he closed the door behind him. "It's just too bad I couldn't have given him a lesson on foreplay" She thought as she flicked the power onto her laptop. The hiss of the modem broke the silence in the room. She relaxed awhile and read the latest gems. The end. -- Hawk Richards Heminway@epix.net Second note: It has come to my attention that my newserver and my wordprocessor do not agree on some of my punctuation, therefore such items as three consecutive dots become an ascii character. Quite annoying, but I think I fixed it. If not I am sorry for any inconvenience during reading. Needless reminder: You can't sell this story… -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /