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                             JOHN DARK REPOST
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                                  10/2/94

     I'm reposting this for Michael Suelmann's benefit and am reposting 
"Walk" in case Celeste did not get it.  I have to admit that I live for 
Celeste's reviews.  As I've said before, I've got things set up so all mail 
to me is erased before it reaches me: though I treasure feedback, I 
treasure my anonyminity even more and go to ridiculous lengths to guard it.  
So I live on the feedback that comes over alt.sex.stories and 
alt.sex.stories.d and Celeste provides almost all of that.  But though 
Celeste is confirming my worst fear that my stories are not as 
unpredictable as they first appear (just read the first page and say to 
yourself: "How are all these people going to end up having sex with each 
other?"), I admit that I cannot predict what grade she is going to give my 
stories.  Sometimes I think she prefers the more consensual and/or romantic 
stories, other times it seems like the more sex the better.  I wonder if 
sometimes she is in more of a mood taccept squicky stories than other 
times, and also wonder whether my practice of varying the amount of sex in 
the stories to such a great degree backfires: I must a that though I have 
nothing against stories with only a hint of sex, that when I read a story 
expecting sex, I don't want to be disappointed.  But I haven't figured out 
how to resolve that with the idea of avoiding giving too much away, 
including how much sex the characters are going to engage in.

If I were to review my own stories, among the last seven, "Walk" and "Key" 
would be my favorites, whereas Celeste gave "Key" the lowest evaluation 
among the six that she reviewed.  Well, I might as well do some more 
reviews:

"The Metro" (I don't remember the author).  I agree with Katya/Maryanne, 
arguably the best story ever posted. I wish I could write stories like it. I 
give it a 10.

"To Joy: They've got the Sheryl Crow Pics" (I don't remember the author).  
Celeste didn't give it a 10, but by the end of it, I was rolling on the floor, 
laughing. It gets a 10 from me. -- deirdre

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often 
depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe fantasy 
stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life.  Be warned 
that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Do not read this 
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives 
of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies of this type of 
material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is sent to AIDS 
research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
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                                 Honeymoon
                                by  deirdre


There she was again.  I'd just come down from our suite and had ordered a 
drink.  Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd meet me in the 
bar.  And I saw this woman, there at the bar.

I'd seen her before when Connie and I were checking in.  We'd just flown 
in--our honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching us.  
She was staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew.  I didn't 
recognize her at all.  Connie didn't notice her which was good because it 
might have spooked her.

Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end.  I glanced 
her way again.  She was looking at me!  I tried not to look her way, but it 
was so strange and I wanted so much to know what this was about.  When I 
looked back, she winked at me!  My heart was in my throat.  *I* was 
spooked.  Before I took my eyes off her she gave me a little, calculating 
smile.

Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never happened 
to me.  Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards right.  She 
certainly was attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep tan.  But the way 
she was acting--she *must* have seen me come in with Connie!  What was she 
up to?

"Hi."  She'd walked up while I wasn't looking!

"Hi," I answered.  I didn't know what to do with *this*.  Connie would be 
down any minute.

"Do you come here often?"  She was feeding *me* lines.  I glanced at her 
face again.  She looked so calm.

"First time."

She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered.  This was *too* 
much.  It had to be a dream!  A *nightmare* at that.  The bluntest comeon 
I'd ever heard of and Connie coming down at any time!

"Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage.

"It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile.  Suddenly I 
had a *very* uneasy feeling!  I glanced the other way and there was Connie 
standing right at my other shoulder!

She looked angry.  Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what to do 
next.  She spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get rid of her!"  
She darted away.  I ran along behind her and caught her arm.

"Honey!  She..."

She turned on me.  Then continuing in her low but hard voice:  "Just get 
rid of her!  I'm going to the women's room and she'd better be gone when 
I'm out!" 
 
Then she was gone.

I looked back at the bar.  There was the woman.  She was looking at me and 
she smiled when I looked at her.  She raised her drink in a little mock 
toast.  I walked back.

"Listen," I started.

"She go to the women's room?  I'll catch her," and she was gone!  Off 
towards the restrooms.  I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie was going 
to *explode*!  What a way to start a honeymoon.  I sat there wondering what 
I'd done wrong.  Why was this happening to me?

I waited on pins and needles.  What would go on in there?  What could I do?  
If Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have to follow her, 
immediately.  What was taking them so long?

I saw Connie.  She walked over to me.  She didn't look so mad.  I waited 
for her, there at the bar.  As she approached, I saw the other woman come 
out and lean against the wall.  She *smiled* at me, again!

"Honey, let's go," I began.  We'd been planning to walk the strip and find 
an interesting looking joint.  She pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"Go with her," she whispered.

"What!?"  I was sure I'd heard her wrong.

"Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than whispering in 
my ear.

"Honey!  What are you saying?"

"Go upstairs with her!  *Please*!"

"Honey, let's get going."  I made ready to go and took her arm.

"No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me.  Please?"  She looked 
desperate!  "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions, OK?  Please, 
just go with her?  Please?  Please, for me?"

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                                 Honeymoon
                                by  deirdre
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