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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o
o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. o
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As the Paige Turns (MF, mc)
By Hawk Richards (heminway@epix.net)
A melodic hum of Mozart escaped from the office of Dr. Paige Grey.
The furnishings were antiquish; yet bold in an unobtrusive 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 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.
Paige sat in her comfortable leather chair with her hand brushing back
her soft, brown hair in a gentle manner. Her long elegant neck was
just showing above her high collar blouse. Without the use of
cosmetics, she still embodied an elegant European beauty of high
cheekbones and mesmerizing eyes. She stopped stroking her soft brown
hair and fondled a locket she always wore. It was a simple piece of
Indian design.
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. Her inner voice told her, "Just a little chocolate would do you
good."
She stood up swiftly and her long silk skirt twirled around
her long legs. She neatly pulled her hair back and pinned it. Paige
set out for the vending machines with a bounce in her elegant,
sensuous step.
By the time she had made it back to the office, she devoured
the chocolate. She wondered guiltily what Freud would say. With a
grin, she entered to see a patient reading a Wall Street Journal and
noticed a familiar face with an overwhelming presence.
He nodded affirmatively in a businesslike pose, as he folded
the newspaper, buttoned his jacket, set the newspaper down and
followed her into her office gracefully. She gestured for him to sit
in a seat, as she sat down at her desk consulting her appointment book
"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 said hesitating in order to gather his thoughts. "I 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 stated defensively.
"I am sorry?" She licked her lips noticing 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 said raising an eyebrow. She brushed her hair out
of her face in a flirtatious manner. Her breathing started to become
ragged with anticipation. "Somehow, erotic hang-ups were so much more
fun to talk about than schizophrenia or paranoia." She thought.
"Yes."
The thought of a handsome well groomed fellow like Jack sitting at his
office desk wanking himself created an erotic image in her mind. Her
taste in erotica centered on reading explicit fantasies, stories, or
poetry. She often thought about her male counterparts masturbating to
pictures of naked women instead of using their mind's to read in order
to arouse themselves.
"From an adult publication?" She asked.
"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. All of a sudden, she wondered if he had read
some of the same stories she liked 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, perhaps, 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 were so many she couldn't even decide who was her
favorite author. Of course, she always wanted to thank that wonderful
reviewer who found many stories she would never have thought to read.
She liked science-fiction stories also. Actually, there are several
authors who make Supergirl's, Batgirl's and Wonderwoman's comic book
friends 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 you
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 and said,
"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."
"I am not sure what you mean."
"What aren't you sure about?"
"How will I get my wife to actually take me seriously? She will
surely laugh in my face."
"Now, how do you know that? Perhaps your wife will be thrilled to
explore your fantasies with you. Communication is the key. I mention
communication because I am sure I read a story recently about a wife
performing oral sex on a writer while he wrote a story. Even a
certain reviewer has mentioned how the stories have become part of her
own foreplay with her husband. Do you see where I am heading with
this?"
"I should have my wife blow me while I read them?"
"Well, that is one of many possibilities." She licked her lips.
"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 and
soon!"
"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.
"Hmm, a new story by Hawk Richards! I LOVE his stories." She said
licking her lips.
The end.
Note: I am looking for a proofreader. "I dunno where to find a good
one" If you're into reading erotica and are over 18 years of age.
Send a self-addressed e-mail to me and perhaps we can get rid of some
of the jarring wordiness, grammatical mistakes, and typos that I miss
sometimes. Then, we can work on my overwrought narration. ;)
I tend to want to publish my erotic stories too early. If my editor
at the newspaper saw some of the mistakes I publish he would shoot me.
(College Newspaper)
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 like 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.
Third Note: With all these Fucking notes, I feel like Mike Hunt.
Except, I am not quite as witty. Ok, I am not witty at all. In fact,
I am witless. I have no wit. Please send me some e-mail with wit
included and perhaps some comments on my story.
Fourth Note: If you found yourself clueless to the references in the
above story, such as the reference to alt.sex.stories,
alt.sex.stories.moderated, a certain lady reviewer, or the writer
which wrote about receiving a blow job while writing a erotic story,
then perhaps you should: 1.) Go to Deja News and search for blowjobs.
2.) Read alt.sex.stories more often. 3.) Forget about it and read a
better story. 4.) Get better news service.
Fifth Note: Oh, this is fun. I think I could write notes forever.
Sixth Note: Uh, forget the last note. I don't have anything more to
say.
Seventh Note: Woops, I forgot. Here is a Needless Reminder, "You
can't sell this story."
Eighth Note: Are you still reading these notes?
9th Note: Bye
10th Note: Don't flame me cuz I am beautiful.
--
Hawk Richards
Heminway@epix.net