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Celeste's Top 20 Stories - December, 1997
Note: Even though guest reviewers write the posted reviews of some of these
stories, I read any story that I think may be eligible for a monthly or annual
award. I personally take responsibility {and blame} for these lists. If
someone else wants to publish an alternate list of awards, that's fine with
me.
Second Note: Since many readers would like to read the top stories for each
month, I would appreciate it if authors would repost as many of these stories
as possible. You may wish to repost the stories in alt.sex.stories.moderated,
as well as in alt.sex.stories. If you wish, you can label them as Celeste's
#x for Dec: Name of Story.
Third Note: I have had great success finding these stories on the World Wide
Web by using the Deja News Server (www.dejanews.com). In addition, most of
these stories have been posted and archived through alt.sex.stories.moderated.
You can even find past issues of my reviews through these services.
Fourth Note: To be eligible for my Top 20 List for any month, I have to have
read the story for the first time that month and reviewed it in CR.
Therefore, reposted stories whose old reviews I repost are not eligible
(unless they are substantially revised), but an "old" story that comes to my
attention and is reviewed for the first time would be eligible. If anyone
else wants to post a "rival" Top 20 list, feel free to do so. You can even
include my reviews, if you don't want to write your own.
- Celeste
Here's this month's Top 20 List:
1. "Stocking Filler" by Bronwen
2. "Snowbound" by Ann Douglas
3. "The Night Before Christmas" by M1KE HUNT
4. "Forlorn" by Uther Pendragon
5. "Snow Flake" by DG
6. "An Unforgettable Evening" by Gary Ray
7. "The End of the Innocence" by David L
8. "Seduction" by A Magician
9. "Carole" by Kim
10. "The Curiosity Shop" by Sven the Elder
11. "Solstice Present" by Michael Snider
12. "Dancing in the Dark" by Michael K. Smith
13. "Dance With Me" by Ellen Hayes
14. "A Christmas Pony" by Grr Raoul Leash
15. "Christmas Carole" by MrSpraycan
16. "Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
17. "Destiny Manifested" by Losgud
18. "Cousins" by Day Dreamer
19. "Another Christmas Carol" by James Martin
20. "After School" by Unknown Author
Here are this month's reviews in alphabetical order:
"After School" by Unknown Author. I have actually said things like this to my
teachers: "It's so hard to swallow something like this." or "I can't get it
into my head." But not when I was thirteen years old and fondling my history
teacher's tumescent cock. Heck, I didn't even know what tumescent meant.
Neither did my history teacher; but of course, she was a nun.
Anyway, Susie is just about the nicest and smartest little girl in the whole
junior high school, and she goes about doing people good - er, well, I guess.
Well, both: she does people well when she fucks them; but she does them good
when she promotes Sex, Justice, and the Common Good of the Universe.
The descriptor at the beginning of this story says it is about "3way and
bestiality." That's like saying the encyclopedia is about "how the Romans
made cookies."
The basic flaw with this story is that the odds are tremendously stacked
against the notion that a cute little girl who becomes the happy humper will
grow up to be smart enough to write a story that is this good. It could
happen, but I wouldn't bet on it. I have worked with emotionally distressed
adolescents, and I firmly agree with the social scientists who say that the
main predictor of a miserable adulthood for a young girl is that she become
pregnant as young as possible. Sexual Puritanism really sucks, but
unmitigated sexual promiscuity is not much better.
To put it another way, this story assumes that the world is wonderful and
everything will be just fine if we all just relax and fuck without
inhibitions. Deep down inside, even assholes are good people, and a 13-year-
old girl can bring out the best in them by sucking and fucking with them.
William Golding, in Lord of the Flies, offers a different perspective on
youthful human nature; and I suspect that Golding is closer to the truth. In
addition, the story ignores the fact that emerging sexuality can be an
occasion for confusion as well as ecstasy; and copulating with the whole world
will not necessarily reduce this confusion.
Having said that, I'll add that this was an enjoyable story. I suspect that
it was written by a high school senior who decided to indulge her fantasies
regarding what she COULD have done had she gotten off to an earlier start.
Susie is so sexually active that she has an agreement with a storekeeper named
Pop to supply her with panties whenever she needs them to appease her mother's
curiosity. Pop has even ordered a whole gross (12 dozen) of Susie's brand of
panties especially for her, but they have been fast disappearing. The story
about Pop is itself an epic of heart-warming human kindness. The poor guy was
sad almost to tears at the prospect of losing his business, but then Susie sat
under his counter and gave him a blowjob, and sooner than you can say cumshot
he not only had her panty franchise but he was also serving as an informal
pimp for his young friend. In addition, Susie frequently gave blowjobs to
Pop's creditors.... I could go on forever. This is the sort of anecdote that
somebody should send in to Readers Digest for filler at the bottom of pages.
And then there's Rover.... Enough! You get the idea.... If this is your sort
of thing, you'll enjoy this story.
"Another Christmas Carol" by James Martin (amateurerotica.guide@miningco.com).
My husband has always been reluctant to buy me sexy lingerie. At first he
would simply say, "You already look sexy; and all I'd do would be take it off
of you." When I explained that that activity itself might be interesting, he
switched from the utilitarian argument to the more ambiguous statement that
"it gets hard when he has to deal with the sales personnel." I assumed that
"hard" meant "difficult" and that "it" was a weak and indefinite use of a
pronoun, common among non-English teachers. Having read this story, I now
understand his problem: "it" has a more definite antecedent, and "hard" refers
to epidermal surface tension.
This is a very clever story about a man who goes shopping to buy lingerie for
his wife for Christmas. If sales personnel gave all their customers this much
attention, they would certainly earn their Christmas bonuses.
"Carole" by Kim (Ghost@nym.alias.net). Why is Kim leaving the bar with her
panties in her pocket, and what does this have to do with Christmas? Well,
it's because she had been thinking about her present (meaning now, not a gift)
and then somebody was kind enough to show her a possible future. In short,
she has met Carole, who had put the scroo in Scrooge.
The sex in this story isn't actively sexy, but it's still an important part of
a very good story. Kim weaves together several separate, vivid incidents into
a good slice-of-life plot. Kim doesn't start this story with a claim that it
is "true"; and I seriously doubt that these things really happened to her
exactly as she describes them. Nevertheless, this story has a ring of
authenticity to it that is often missing in stories on this newsgroup.
The only problem - and it's really a minor one - is that Kim should have
consulted her proofreader before going to press with this story. Another 24
hours and one more set of revisions could have made this an even better story.
"Christmas Carole" by MrSpraycan (mrspraycan@mailanon.com). Several years ago
my husband treated me very romantically and fucked me under the Christmas tree
after the kids went to bed. As he did so, he played a tape with the song
"Here We Go a' Caroling." Unlike the woman in the previous review, I did not
have to ask him about his fantasies. You see, I had three very close friends
- all very sexy, one of whom had one the Nurse Goodbody award in nursing
school. That may help explain the title, but not the plot of this story.
The time is 1941. Pearl Harbor has just been bombed shortly before the
Christmas party, and the United States is going to change its economy to a war
footing. History books tells us that women will move into the workplace and
never move out; it's the start of the sexual revolution in America. Carole is
a woman in a male-dominated environment who has ideas about becoming a
significant person in her company. Pat O'Reilly is the abstemious, Scrooge-
like part owner of the company, who thinks he's big stuff around women. By
the end of the story we can see how Carole is going to move up the corporate
ladder.
I have read several stories by MrSpraycan, and this one is not in the author's
usual raunchy style. Nevertheless, it's a really good story that I think
you'll enjoy.
"A Christmas Pony" by Grr Raoul Leash. I'm a city girl. But that doesn't
mean I don't know about country livin'. I listen to country songs on the
radio, and they talk about lonely hearts, pickup trucks, unfaithful women,
hard-living men, and greyhound buses. They don't talk about Christmas ponies.
The young folks don't get much done 'cuz they're having too much fun in
grandma's feather bed or rolling in the hay with Farmer Johnson's daughters,
because there ain't nothin' wrong with their radios. The men occasionally
leave their women at home while they pursue a Holy Grail called the damned ole
rodeo. The women are often tigers in their tight-fitting jeans who are
looking for love in all the wrong places down at the honky tonk. But none of
them concern themselves with Christmas ponies.
If country folks really DID have Christmas ponies, I'd know about. Pam Tillis
would have mentioned it in her ballad about her crazy life. Believe me: those
songs are straightforward. They sing about partying with Jose Cuervo and
waking up in someone else's clothes; about living in two-story (not storey)
houses; about little lovin' lies; and about two-timing bastards. One of my
favorites is a ditty by the Statler Brothers about "My Bed of Roses" -
actually a pun on Rose's Bed - in which a teenager describes how he learned
all the things a man should know from a woman not approved of I suppose, whom
the church-going folks in town wouldn't even talk to. A Christmas pony
wouldn't even be a stretch for country singers, who invented the term Dolly
Parton and have been known to name their male children Sue.
No, there is no such thing as a Christmas pony. But heck, there's no such
thing as Santa either. And Rudolph doesn't really have a nose that glows.
Nor does frosty go thmpity thump thump before he comes each winter. And so a
story about a Christmas pony is not out of order.
Viewed from the proper perspective, this story is a real laugher. The basic
plot is that Santa brings a Christmas pony down the chimney; and while Mom,
Dad, Billy Bob, and Sis look on and plot their future activities, Santa has
sex with the pony right there in front of the Christmas tree and fireplace.
This obviates the need for egg nog! And as Billy Bob (actually Jimmy) says to
his father: "And you and Mom won't allow Amy or me to have human sex until
we're eighteen. I fully understand your reasons why. So that's when I came
up with the idea of having sex with animals. I can learn about sex, have a
great time at it, and won't get some girl pregnant."
Which reminds me: What goes "Ho, Ho, Ho, Clunk?"
Answer: Santa Claus laughing his head off.
What goes "Ho, Ho, Ho, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk....?"
Answer: Santa Claus laughing his head off at the top of the stairs.
"Cousins" by Day Dreamer (reposted by Cmdr Jameson). Guest review by The Bear.
This is a long story (over 120K) about a tender romance between a very shy boy
and a very shy girl who happen to be best friends. The plot is simple and
fairly predictable after you get past the first five or six paragraphs, but
the characters are well-realized, the narrative well-written, and the sex
(when it comes <g>) hot and erotic.
Two factors may cause squickage for some folks, so I'd better mention them.
First, these two young lovers are only fifteen years old. Second, besides
being best friends they are also first cousins (hence the title). The story
doesn't dwell on either fact, however; so if you prefer to imagine the lovers
as non-related friends of age seventeen or eighteen, there is not much in the
story that will jump up and remind you of their actual age and the incestuous
relationship.
It is a good story and I recommend it highly.
"The Curiosity Shop" by Sven the Elder (sven@brass-neck.demon.co.uk). If I
were writing clever one-liners to entice people to read this story, I would
say, "Sven has gone Christmas shopping, but he finds a surprise present for
himself!" The surprise present is the lovely and vivacious Jo, whose full
name is too long to print here and whose husband is away while his wife must
play. This is a delightful little story that will take your mind off the
burdens of last-minute Christmas shopping.
Rarely do Americans find a woman who hunkers down and lets a man find her
centre. Apparently that sort of thing is fairly common on the Island. It
sounds like a custom worth exporting.
"Dance With Me" by Ellen Hayes (ehayes@nym.alias.net). The rules of this
contest said I would interpret the Christmas theme loosely. In this case the
story is about a high school Christmas dance, but David doesn't even go into
the gym where the dance is being held. While waiting for his date, he is
diverted to a different, very romantic location by an exceptionally attractive
strange woman, who initiates him into the rites of sexual pleasure. There's a
lot more to the story than this, but I really can't say much more without
ruining it for you.
The author writes in a flawless style that makes the complex plot easy to
follow. This is an extremely good story.
"Dancing in the Dark" by Michael K. Smith (mksmith1@swbell.net). In general,
you can almost consider it a sure bet that a story that takes place almost
entirely on the floor of a dark closet will be neither sexy nor romantic. But
as my grandma used to say, "There's no such thing as a sure bet." This story
is both romantic and sexy. More romantic than sexy, but still quite sexy.
The man comes home from work and can't find his wife. After a short search,
he finds her huddled on the floor in a dark closet. Her world has fallen
apart. The company in which she has held a good job has been sold, and she
has been fired. I suppose it was a choice between eating worms and hiding in
the closet. The romance, of course, lies in the man demonstrating her worth
to the woman while making tender love to her. As I said, this story is both
romantic and sexy. More romantic than sexy, but still quite sexy.
"Destiny Manifested" by Losgud (losgud@hotmail.com). Sam's life sucks. In
the bad sense. One of the reasons his life sucks is that his girlfriend
doesn't. In the good sense. That is, it sucks bad that she doesn't suck
good. But no matter. He breaks up with her and plans a Christmas visit to
his long-lost sister Miriam in California.
It turns out that Miriam has become wealthy, and Sam arrives just in time for
the lavish Christmas bash at her house. Miriam has given her friends and
associates the impression that Sam is a friend rather than her brother, and -
can you see where this is going yet? Right - adult incest sans social stigma.
When the brother and sister get going, the sex is both tender and hot; and the
author blends all of this with personality development that doesn't hinder the
action at all. This is an excellent story.
"The End of the Innocence" by David L. (dhl@sysun.com). Hmmm.... Two guys are
in an adult bookstore in Key West, checking out the quarter movie slots. They
encounter an attractive young woman who wants a movie about two guys doing it
together. They try to help her, but they can find no such movie. Hmmm...
Where is this story going? Two guys who want to get into the girl's panties.
A girl looking to get turned on by watching two guys have sex. Hmmm.....
This could be the basis for a slam-bang quickie; but this story goes well
beyond that sort of thing.
First, we have an ethical dilemma. Our narrator has never even considered sex
with Jerry or any other man, even though the thought doesn't repel him. Horny
as he is, his libido really is directed only towards females. He vaguely
believes that "sex is really just giving and receiving pleasure", but this is
a statement he would like to believe but has never really tested. And then
there's the prospect of pleasing Laura. Will Jerry suck his cock? Will Jerry
want him to suck his? Will they fondle each other? Hmmm, indeed....
The three partners do it in every possible combination; and that's more ways
than you might initially think, since each participant has several apertures
and more than one instrument can be inserted into each. Holy cow! They even
talk and play cards while doing it. And the author manages to make it sound
sexy all the way through the four evenings the three spend together.
And while you read this story, you can learn important things about Life.
For example, here's what it takes to pick up girls easily and quickly: the guy
should exude a sense of being able to be trusted, and yet body language and
tone of voice and general calmness that promises sweet things if the lady is
so inclined. Either that or the ability to undress the woman with your eyes, I
suppose.
In addition, here's a brief discourse on aesthetics: "Too many woman believe
themselves to be ugly or just ordinary if they don't qualify as the perfect
centerfold model. Laura probably didn't think of herself as exceptionally
attractive. But this isn't true -- I've tried to tell so many women I know
how beautiful and sexy they really are, even without being perfect, but the
words somehow can't even begin to convey the full truth of it. The female
body is a poem to a heterosexual man, and in the words of the philosopher
whose name I can't remember, it "proves the existence of God.'" Actually,
that wasn't a philosopher: I think it was Dirty Harry.
This is an excellent story. I recommend it highly and hope to see more
stories from this author.
"Forlorn" by Uther Pendragon (anon584c@nyx.net). The Brennans are back,
speaking terms of endearment in French and quoting history to one another.
This time Bob and Jeanette even do a hand-off of The Kitten at class, while
the students oooh and ahhhh.
As I have said many times before, the Brennan saga is one of my favorites.
This story is another excellent blend of family life and hot sex. Don't let
the brevity of this review fool you: this is another good one.
"The Night Before Christmas" by M1KE HUNT (MrMike@aol.com). "Fucking Mike
Hunt!" That's the title of a story by this author, you know. A good story.
One that I rated it 10-10-10. Mike Hunt usually writes stories with himself
as the legendary hero who copulates with June or the twins or a rapacious slut
in an elevator. This one doesn't even sound like Mike Hunt. I suspect it's a
leftover from the estate of O. Henry.
"Fucking Mike Hunt!" See, the problem is that I already KNEW who was going to
win my Celestial Christmas Story contest. And then this story arrives, and
now I have to stop and think and reread the stories and diddle myself and lose
sleep over this decision and eventually decide who wins my prize.
With my luck, I'll get even more good entries!
I can't tell you much about this story, except that it's about a young man and
a young woman, neither of whom is especially religious, who have been
celebrating the Christmas/Hanukkah season together in a special way since they
were newlyweds. Since I have already told you that this story is in the style
of O. Henry, you can surmise that there is a surprise ending; but you'll get
no more clues from me.
"Snowbound" by Ann Douglas (older man/younger woman). This is the second
excellent story that I have reviewed with this title. I am reposting the
review of the other, and I hope the author will repost the story.
When Ann Douglas moved to her new home and announced her retirement, I
suspected she would miss us and would return to her writing shortly. I was
right, and I am glad. This is a really good story. Of course, I had the same
feelings about Delta; but so far Delta has remained in obscure retirement. I
guess maybe that's what happens when your spouse becomes vice president of a
major industrialized nation.
What Ann exemplifies here is her ability to write a complete story - one with
numerous details that at to the impact of the overall story rather than
distracting us. Her stories are not complete in the way that novels are
complete: they are more like good weekly TV episodes - lots of interesting
details with everything falling into place at the end. In addition, Ann has
the ability to treat her characters with a respect, dignity, and honest
sexiness that makes them really appeal to me.
Ilyssia is snowbound on Christmas eve at O'Hare airport. She meets the father
of one of her best friends. She's 24, single, and sexually aggressive; he's
42, divorced, and hasn't been with a woman since his wife left him a year ago.
They are forced to share a room, and they fuck beautifully. But the story is
much more than a May/December emboinkment. It includes serious and sensitive
concerns about who will sleep where, real evidence of the value of both sexual
experience and spontaneity, and the value of waiting - plus a literal cold
shower. This is an absolutely delightful story.
Minor grammar lessons:
(1) When you quote someone and follow the quote with "he said" or the
equivalent, use a comma in place of the period at the end of the quoted
sentence. On the other hand, if the sentence ended with a question mark or
explanation point, just leave them there.
"I knew I should have taken the flight out yesterday," Ilyssia thought.
"Wanna fuck?" Ilyssia asked.
"I'm gonna come!" Ilyssia shouted as her pulsating cuntlips continued to
caress his gyrating cock.
(2) Use "lay" (not "laid") for the past tense of lie, meaning to recline.
They lay (not laid) there for about fifteen minutes, just enjoying the
comfort of each other's body.
(3) When two or more words form a single modifier and precede a noun, join
them with a hyphen. If the words come after the noun, omit the hyphen. This
rule is often violated with impunity, but it's good to watch for cases where
the omission causes confusion.
My well-fucked pussy tingled with delight.
My pussy was well fucked and tingled with delight.
They had a last-minute gangbang before the end of gym class.
They had a quick gang bang at the last minute before the end of gym class.
"Seduction" by A Magician (a-magician@mailcity.com). Because of a failed
marriage, the narrator has become seriously depressed. Seeing little meaning
in life, he finds himself poverty-stricken and practically homeless on
Christmas eve in Atlanta. Because the YMCA where he is staying is crowded, he
is assigned a roommate - a handsome young man who comes on to him and
eventually seduces him.
It turns out to be one heckuva sexually intimate one-time encounter. The
narrator does not "become" gay, but he thoroughly enjoys the experience, and
it rejuvenates his life. The author does an excellent job of vividly
integrating past memories with current sexual experiences.
If this involved women, I would label it "hot ff sex," and readers of both
genders would enjoy it. However, I suspect that since this is "hot mm sex,"
some men will not enjoy this story. I personally did enjoy it very much, and
I urge you to take a look at it with an open mind.
"Snow Flake" by DG (dionysian1@hotmail.com). I planned to just glance at this
story late at night and then read it in the morning. However, once I started,
I couldn't put it aside. My husband could wait. Heck, if he fell asleep
waiting for me, I'd feel guilty and make it up to him with one of my famous
blowjobs. By the way, that's the Second Blowjob Principle: If you screw up,
give the person for whom you screwed up a good blowjob, and he probably won't
care. This principle may fail for someone else, but it has never failed me
with regard to my husband. Sometimes he even tricks me into screwing up so
that I'll have to resort to the SBP.
Back to the story. A man has to finish his thesis quickly, so that he can get
his Ph.D. and a job. He plans to shack up alone during Christmas vacation at
his parents' isolated cabin in the Adirondacks. On his way to the cabin and
in the midst of a huge snowstorm, he comes upon <g> an overturned car, which
contains the nearly frozen body of the beautiful woman who (we may suppose)
will become extremely grateful to him for saving her life and who will serve
as a major distraction with regard to that thesis.
The woman turns out to be a psychic. We know this because (a) she says so and
(b) she has an aureole instead of an areola around each nipple. Psychics are
like that. Even the Lone Ranger's faithful psychic Tonto. Actually, this
paragraph is largely a sarcastic spelling lesson.
Since Alan is a scientist, he doesn't really believe Dee is a psychic; but
because she is very grateful and appears to be interested in applying one of
the Blowjob Principles as a means of expressing her gratitude, he decides to
play along. As the author puts it, ".... something about Dee made it seem
natural and right." I won't tell you any more of the plot, except to say that
the sex is very hot and well integrated into the story line. The story is
sort of a hedonistic, druid version of an episode from "Touched by an Angel."
Here's an example of an ambiguous expression: "After laying the cold, limp
body on the couch...." It would have been better to say "After laying the
cold, limp body DOWN on the couch...." or "placing the body, etc." Especially
with a dead body, the present phraseology sounds like necrophilia. Actually,
the grammar is NOT a serious problem in this story. This is an exceptionally
well-written story, and I enjoy finding minor problems with nearly perfect
expression. That's why I'm an English teacher. As my husband once said, "If
you're going to be a bitchy perfectionist about one of the two things you're
exceptionally good at, I'm glad you chose to be an English teacher."
"Solstice Present" by Michael Snider (msnider@mindspring.com). This story is
interesting for what doesn't happen as well as for what does occur. First,
the woman's bathrobe falls open in front of the bellboy, but she doesn't fuck
him - she just adds him to her fantasy repertoire. The very next paragraph
refers to a hand job, but the term refers to the fact that the package the
bellboy brought is hand-wrapped.
Now, on to what DOES happen. The woman is alone with Jose Cuervo at a resort
at which her husband will join her in two days. {Jose Cuervo is a brand name
of tequila. I know this because the name comes up often in country western
songs that often supply background music for my private orgies with my
husband. Hence, the phrase, "No way, Jose!"} The package contains a solstice
present from her husband - some basic bdsm material and an introductory note
from Marka, who will orchestrate her fantasy fulfillment. Well, you can take
it from there. Let me just say that things work out pretty well or everyone.
"Stocking Filler" by Bronwen (bronwen@anon.nymserver.com). The husband has
promised to get the best Santa costume ever. The wife has skipped midnight
mass and has sexed herself up to give Santa the ride of his life. The rest of
the plot is easy to guess: the wife will fuck the brains out of the wrong
person. Right? 'Tis a simple plot, but Bronwen will make it interesting.
Right?
Well, close - but way off! This is an extremely imaginative, highly sexy,
magical, just plain erotic story of Christmas sex. I'm not even going to try
to summarize it any further. If you're interested in Christmas or sex or
pagan gods or anything in between or all of the above, you'll love this story!
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan. Guest review by DG.
Polly comes from a dysfunctional, poor, redneck family, the kind that isn't
particularly supportive of lesbians. Understandably, she doesn't make it back
to the old Kentucky homestead too often. But this year she decides to go back
for Thanksgiving, to see if anything has changed. Like Pa's underwear, for
instance. At first it seems like a mistake: she takes some heat for her all-
black clothes and her vegetarianism, not to mention her pussy eatin', as dear
old Ma calls it. But after dinner, while stretching her legs on a walk, she
meets up with Cousin Jane, a shapely blonde. Turns out Jane is recently
divorced, down on men, and is looking to try out one of those 'alternative
lifestyles' everyone is talking about. Let the games begin.
I won't beat around the bush here: I think Mr Spraycan is one of the best
erotic writers I've read. Maybe the best, period - depends on my mood. If
I'm feeling a little antisocial and rebellious, maybe had a few drinks, this
guy is number one. You won't find any lovey-dovey romance in a Spraycan
story, or much foreplay, either. This guy writes for men. What you will find
is laugh-out-loud funny observations, great characters and dialogue, and lots
of raunchy, explicit sex. All delivered in a breezy, efficient writing style
that keeps the eyes moving down the screen.
The only complaint I have about Mr Spraycan is that his stories are hard to
find. He has this strange, subversive notion that he should be paid for his
work, rather than giving it away for free, and what he does post often goes
straight to soc.spanking or someplace like that. According to the header for
this story, he's going to be making a lot more of his stories available for
free on his web page in the near future. That's good news in my book.
"An Unforgettable Evening" by Gary Ray (csangha@hooked.net). The man and woman
are in love - deeply in love. Tonight he is going to pop the question: "Do
you love me enough to trust me?" "Yes!" she replies. And out come the
handcuffs, the blindfold, and an accomplice named Dominick. "Wait a minute!"
says I. "This is bullshit!" "Wait a minute!" says she. "This is bullshit!" But
they persist, and we come to a surprise ending.
I don't exactly recommend what this guy does - too much could go wrong. But
then I personally reject cybersex for the same reason, and a lot of you enjoy
that activity. Anyway, this is an excellent story.
This author ends his disclaimer with "Do I have hope as an erotica writer?"
Hmmm... Is the pope Catholic? Does the bear shit in the woods? Do teenage
nympho queens want big cocks up their asses?
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