1/12/99 The Brewster Boys and Santa (J. O. Dickerson); Flash (Waldo); Cafe Leopold (Leo Sanderson); Touching Honor (Trisha); Love's Eternal Circle (Caeser); The Collar (N. M. Hawthorne)
1/15/99 Justice Club: Part 7 - The White Queen (by Yenoc and Superhero); Kind of Blue (Tiramisu); Cotten Dresses (P.D. James); Chambers Conference (Marc Tremaine); Tight Security (Nick)
1/25/99 Zhentilar Boys (The Storyteller); Cthrag Drusta (by PJ Jurado and Lady Vanessa); Picard in the Garden (Ascem Noone); Story by Skayda Lee (Tarnished) (Skayda Lee); Didi on the Cross (Tarquinius Rex); The Secret Side of the Street, Part One (Hyne T'hcalla)
1/31/99 Primal Duty (Monocle); Teaching the Twins (Mr. Spraycan); An Unsent Letter (PleaseCain); Thrasher Girls (Ronnie B); Bringing Home the Boss (Lambchop); Website Review: November Tuesday
The 1998 Cyrrheal Awards are out! Check my website
(http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh) to see the results.
A few other matters have been pointed out to my attention. One is that the ASSM newsgroup seems to temporarily disabled. Permanently? I hope not. It was the best place on the net to find all sorts of porn, hundreds of stories weekly, and it is gone or good it will be a sad day indeed for writers and readers. Not to mention reviewers. So I will posting on ASS, ASSGM, and ASSD in the meantime. And to my site as well.
I have also been informed that despite what I said in my Neterotica Address fanfic sites have been having as hard a time as porn sites as far as closures are concerned. Some of these sites aren't even that explicit; they are being shut down for only mentions of homosexual relationships between the characters in otherwise fairly innocent stories. Such censorship may get worse. I hope not.
The Brewster Boys and Santa [A]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 12/17/98
Author: Dream Spinner
Address: authorsix@hotmail.com
This is one of the most cheerfully perverted stories I've ever read. Santa visits the house of the Brewster boys, who've been very naughty this year: "First, there had been the lipping off to parents and teachers that applied to all four boys. Then there had been the toad left in Bobby's teacher's desk. The picture Benny had drawn on the chalk board of Mr. Carsley sucking cock and had then covered with the roll-up map had drawn a lot of laughs from his classmates." But they don't stop there. When Santa comes down the chimney, they leave drugged brownies for him to eat, then rape the old guy. I won't repeat it here, save it was very real and very detailed. If you've wondered exactly how a gang of prepubescents would sexually assault Santa Claus, this is it. Oh, and they tape it, too, to ensure they get better presents next Christmas.
Is nothing sacred? At least Santa enjoyed it.
Flash [A+]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 12/19/98
Author: Waldo
Address: MelLin6695@aol.com
This was about the best TG story I've read so far and I'll go so far to say that it might even turn out as one of this year's (1999) best. Yes, I know it was posted LAST year, but my review is THIS year, and that's what counts.
The story is a loving spoof of the old "Flash Gordon" movie serials with Dale Arden, Flash, Dr. Zarkov, and Ming the Merciless. The tone is the respectful one of a true fan, more of a homage and less of a spoof; you won't find any wicked satire here. The premise is this: after an adventure on the planet Mongo Dale has been left near death, so Dr. Zarkov uses a murp ray to fuse her life-force with Flash's as a means of keeping her alive. Unfortunately, this has the effective of transforming virile blonde Flash into pretty little Dale at regular 29-hour intervals. (Wisely, this has been kept from Earth publicity hacks.) But Flash never ceases pining for Dale, whose comatose body Ming still holds, and he and Zarkov return to Mongo to find the murp ray to set things right again. Along the way they pick up a horny cook from a wrecked spaceship who gives Dale/Flash no end of trouble, and machinations by Ming's men result in dire straits for the heroes as Flash, in his female form, is brainwashed by a "tractor-grazer" ray to be Ming's sex slave and renamed Ambrosia. He's to work in tandem along with another Dale clone named Moesia, as Ming the Merciless announces:
Last night, one of the most beautiful women in the
world..nay, in the universe, made love to me. She sucked
me... she fucked me... she made me a very happy and
drained man. Tonight Moesia will join Ambrosia..that's
what I call my new little playmate. She's the best tasting
pussy that I've ever licked. Ambrosia..pussy nectar good
enough for the gods. Tonight Moesia will join Ambrosia
and me in my bed. I'll see what it's like to be fucked and
sucked by the two most beautiful twins in the universe.
You must hurry up and restore the real Miss Arden to
being normal so that I can see what it's like to make love to
triplets. God, just thinking about triplets in my bed gets me
hard.
Moments later, Dr. Zarkov sees the transformation for
himself:
The door opened, allowing a very naked Dale Arden-
looking woman entered the lab. Only this very natural
looking woman wasn't walking timidly nor acting
hesitantly as the last time that Zarkov saw the transformed
and brainwashed Flash Gordon. The naked woman who
walked into the room, was radiating pure sex appeal
several ways. In the way that she walked, in the way that
she held her naked breasts thrust out, in the way that she
slinked across the floor like a world class seductress, in the
sultry expression on her perfect face, and most
importantly in the fathomless deepness of her sexy
eyes.....She ignored everything in the room as she smiled
at the object of her attention - the very beaming Emperor
Ming. The woman disregarded normal protocol and didn't
kneel as she approached him. Instead, she walked
confidently toward him as if they were equals. Quickly
crossing the room, she stepped next to Ming as she
seductively spread her thighs around him and guided his
hand to her breast. She tilted her head up and held her lips
waiting for his kiss as if she was a woman with her man in
the privacy of their honeymoon suite.
After more adventures the heroes and heroines eventually escape, in various states of transformation from male to female, leaving Ming's palace in flames. There was lots of hot, literate sex, some sly humor, and some very thoughtful speculation on how a man might act while trapped in a woman's body, or deal with the results of it afterward. Even better, the story didn't dwell on clothing, hairstyles, and female mannerisms the way TG fiction often does, elements which can get tiresome for those of us are who already female.
Even if you don't like TG stories give this one a try, especially if you're a fan of SF or the old cliffhangers.
Cafe Leopold (Lunch with Mona) [B]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 12/19/98
Author: Leo Sanderson
Address: leonsan@rocketmail.com
A woman goes to have lunch with a bunch of girlfriends in a cafe, where she orders a "Club Sandwich and an iced coffee.....and a Bare Kitty Shave." Soon the seat drops away beneath her booth and unseen attendants shave her snatch. Naturally, the wait staff is male and all the customers female, and they have orgasms between bites of lunch.
This was more of a vignette than a story; it couldn't have carried a plot by itself. Still, it was mildly amusing.
Touching Honor [A-]
Where posted: SSBB
When posted: 12/14/98
Author: Trisha
Address: trishah@teleport.com
Website: http://www.munchltd.com/storytyme/
At a play party a man observes a woman he knows is a sub- -she's collared--perform a slow striptease and lie on the couch. She spreads her legs and begins to masturbate as she fantasizes about her master:
She moves her index finger just little...touching more
directly on the hood.....the wetness creeping up from her
pussy....making her slick....as her finger moves
effortlessly... She cradles her breast in her other hand,
her fingers finding the nipple to softly pinch as she sees
herself spread on that table. She can almost feel the bite of
the cold, metal clover clamps pressed against her nipples
as she lays on the table in her fantasy...She sees him enter
the room behind her....the paddle clear in his hand...and
pinches
her nipple harder as she feels the smooth, cool surface of
the paddle. The smacks start out softly.....almost gently and
then increase in their hardness as he continues. And then
the whacks are exploding on her bottom.
In the end it transpires the man is actually videotaping her performance as a Christmas present for her master, who is out of town. The "honor" in the title comes from his refusal to touch the exquisite feast that he records.
This story was pretty hot and I liked it, as I like most well- written, romantic BDSM, but the play-acting of the characters annoyed me after a while. Would the woman obey her "master" if he told her to jump off a bridge? How about if he told her to get a boob job? Or turn over her credit cards? Yeah, yeah, I know it's a matter of trust between them, they're living a lifestyle, they're fulfilling deep secret parts of themselves that ordinary folks are too ignorant to be aware of, etc. etc. But what it all comes down is no better than a game of Dungeons and Dragons, with real dungeons.
Love's Eternal Circle [A+]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 12/23/98
Author: Caeser
Address: caesar69@my-dejanews.com
Website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Caesars_Archive_Collection/www/
This story was one of the better wifeslut ones I've read, written in Caeser's rock-steady first person persona. After a year of marriage a husband discovers his modest, ladylike, upper-crust wife is not all she appears to be: she loves rough sex, being dominated, and taking it in the ass. He obliges her, and we gradually discover that the hints of it were there all along: she was a total slut who was getting her sub thrills from adulterous liaisons outside the marriage bed. Disgusted, the narrator sells her off (slave trading being alive and well in sex stories) and finds another lover. But it happens that this modest, gentle lady has a secret side as well...and the cycle continues.
Not having read Caeser's work before, I found it very good, showing a writer in full command of his craft. The story didn't take sides; D/S was presented as neither good nor bad, healthy or unhealthy, it simply is, and the author used it in an ironic way to point out that if we don't change ourselves, we continue to attract the same people over and over. An excellent read.
The Collar [B]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 12/23/98
Author: N.M.Hawthorne
Address: mccolley@clover.net
Jasmine informs Pat she has a new boyfriend who has given her a shiny metal collar to wear. Pat just has to see this for herself. She looks in through the keyhole as the two have a D/S fetish play session, where she discovers the boyfriend is really a woman. She's discovered and runs, but later receives a package containing the same sort of collar which a mysterious pheromone perfume compels her to put on. After drinking some of her Jasmine's breast milk the transformation is complete:
[She] touched the mask to her face she felt a disturbance in
her outfit. She dropped her hands and looked in the
mirror. The mask had already began to adhere to her face,
but what happened next shocked her then filled her with
joy. The suit came alive. It began to ooze over her
uncovered parts, as if someone had opened a can of oil and
poured it over her the space between her shoulders and
gloves covered in an instant. The tops of the boots began
to creep up as the bottoms of the hot pants began to flow
down, meeting at the middle of her thigh to form a solid
mass. The suit flowed over the locks making them
disappear. The boning lines of her corset were suddenly
just gone. The mask came alive next flowing its way
around her head, pushing her lush read hair into a tight
ponytail on top of her now slick black shiny head. In the
mirror Pleasure Slave_15 now saw a completely new
person.
As stories go, the writing in this one was slightly below average, but it read quickly enough so that it wasn't annoying. There were more than a few incredulous moments in the plot (what friend breaks into another's house to spy on her and her boyfriend?) but of course that's par for the course in porn. Still, these twists could have used more bolstering. No surprises here, with the ending--the two newly transformed sex slaves climbing into the limo that takes them to their new lives--being fairly typical too.
Where is ASSM? What is going on with it? I used to get a lot
of my material from that newsgroup. If it's gone, I'll have
to work a lot harder. Can anyone out there give me the
scoop?
Justice Club: Part 7 - The White Queen [B-]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/8/99
Author: Yenoc and Superhero
Address: yenoc@ccia.com
There's always a certain guilty pleasure to be found in trash, and this story was trash, plain and simple, of the hypnotized-women-thoroughly-degraded-in-a-strip-club sort. The degradation is for the benefit of men, or one man, who orchestrates the performances via his skill at mind control. I can't tell you how many times I've come across this scenario. In this case the women are comic book superheroines, which is again par for the course, and the acts are on the sadistic, doggy, and lesbian domina side. The White Queen, the nominal heroine of the story, is inspired to masturbate by all the shenanigans: "Her right hand fluttered up and cupped a ripe tingling breast and she squeezed the hardened nipple, feeling it leap into even greater erection at her demented caress."
The author(s) of this story seemed to be bored with plebian words like labia and vagina, preferring novel creations like cuntlip, cuntal furrow, cuntal channel, cuntal heat, and wildly stretched cuntal hole, apparently not realizing the word cuntal doesn't exist. (For porn, the accepted colloquial adjective in cases like this is pussy.) But the main problem with a story like this is it's so pointless. A bunch of women are fucked, degraded, and turned into sex slaves; big deal. There's nothing new or novel about it, nothing gets resolved, and there weren't even any comic book fisticuffs, bombs about to go off, or hair-raising rescues. If you like hypnotized-woman-thoroughly- degraded-in-a-strip-club stories you might like this, but if you don't, I'd strongly recommend you pass.
Kind of Blue [A-]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 12/20/98
Author: Tiramisu
Address: Tiramixu@yahoo.com
This piece was more of a haiku than a story, a short mood piece about a man who binds himself to his bed and fantasizes about his lover teasing him sexually. The neat thing about it was that apart from the mention of "my tie" the narrator could have been male or female, and the lover male or female, which could have made it one of the few truly ambiguous sex stories I've read.
Cotton Dresses [A-]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/10/98
Author: P.D. James
Address: pdmichael@hotbot.com
This story, which I'm guessing takes place in the 50s, is about a young man's sexual initiation by his aunt, brought about by his love of the loose-skirted, tight-bodiced cotton dresses on the female form:
I've always loved cotton dresses. All of the women wore
them where I grew up. Soft clingy dresses that molded
around the thighs when they walked and swished with the
movement of their hips. You could never tell whether they
had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret.
He gets in trouble with one young girl when he touches
her breast, which leads to tension between himself and the
aunt who is taking care of him. But they talk their troubles
out in a frank discussion about masturbation, and then--
surprise!!--she shows him a thing or two with her hands:
'Yes,' I hissed.
'I've never watched a young guy jerk off,' she confided.
Her soft hand slid beneath my balls, holding them like fragile
crystal. 'Is that what the guys call it now? Jerking off?'
This story was explicit but sweet, a little unstructured, but with lots of nostalgia for an earlier, more innocent time. And then there are those cotton dresses. I'm fond of wearing them myself.
Chambers Conference [A+]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 1/11/98
Author: Marc Tremaine
Address: tremaine@mindspring.com
The last story I read by this author was "Quest," a fantasy about two warriors and the dragons they hunt. It won a Cyrrheal Award, and deservedly so, but this story was even better, and about a world no less exotic: that of law. In a small-town courthouse (with a decidedly Atticus Finch flavor) a court battle is being fought. The narrator is a smartass lawyer from the big city, and he and the distinguished local judge are constantly duking it out on the floor. After one too many objections the judge calls him into his chamber for a private conference, which I guess is normal in courts of law. But what a surprise the lawyer gets when he finds the judge's two aides, one of which is the judge's son, ready to fuck him, and the tall, distinguished judge joins in later himself.
This story was as gleefully perverted as "Santa and the Brewster Boys" and gave no quarter at all to the dignified positions of those in the law profession. If you're one of those people who are convinced lawyers are out to screw everyone, well, you're right. After you read this, I guarantee you will never watch "Perry Mason" or any courtroom drama with a straight face again.
Tight Security [A]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/11/98
Author: Nick
Address: nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk
If this story has a theme song, it would be the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby."
A fat. balding security guard barely looks up from his newspaper when a cleaning lady comes to vacuum. But when she lets him know she wants to have sex, he's more than eager. Afterwards she wait for a kind word, a final touch. But he has nothing to give. The pair go on their separate ways, the encounter heartbreaking for the insignificance of it all.
This story is the second story by Nick I've read, and it's a great improvement over the first, showing a writer who has found a unique voice. Altogether, a thoughtful exploration of the quiet desperation of everyday lives.
Hi there.
Here's some more reviews on the latest stories I've found of interest. I am also pleased to say The Lady Cyrrh website has been mentioned in "Hot Off the Net: Erotica and Other Sex Writings from the Internet," a compilation of erotic poems and stories published by Black Books. The official website for the book is http://www.mindpollen.com/hotn and it, as well as many other things these days, can be ordered from Amazon.com.
It just keeps getting bigger and bigger...
Among other news, the ASSTR server is going to be down for a month or so due to server problems, and the BitBard site will be down for the near future as well. Is anyone up to filling the gap? The BDSM and Treksmut communities have well-organized, stable, server sites, I can't see why the folks in ASS can't too.
I also would like to reiterate my policy for website listings
on my links page. Such sites must be noncommercial or
semicommercial, semicommercial meaning the page is out
to sell you something (a book, fetish gear, the services of a
dominatrix, etc.) but that there is also plenty of
*interesting, quality* fiction available there for free to
balance out the sins of X-rated commercialism. Sorry,
including one or two sorry stories doesn't cut it. Neither do
I list sites of the "Hi, I'm Mary Sue Smith from Tulsa
Oklahoma and here are photos of my cats, some Garth
Brooks tunes, and
Cthrag Drusta [A-]
I'd estimate there are over 100,000 pieces of fanfiction
available on the web today. Most are related to TV shows
and movies. But there is also a rapidly growing subgenre
of fanfics based on fantasy novel series, of which the
following two stories are an example.
"Zhentilar" is based on the Forgotten Realms, an imaginary
kingdom under copyright to TSR, Inc. to serve as a setting
for role-playing adventures, though it has spawned many
novelizations as well. The story follows the adventures of a
slave trader on a mission to the northern lands to pick up
some special merchandise, namely well-trained
prepubescent boys and girls. Though the story used the
background of the TSR novels the writer brought his own
spin to it--the slave trader turns out to be not such a bad
guy after all; he's only doing his job and soon develops an
affectionate relationship with two of his purchases, both
boys. Likewise, the slave auction he attends seems to have
been based on historical accounts from the ancient world,
for the kids wear Egyptian makeup, skimpy tunics, and
perform a near Eastern belly dance, resulting in a fairly
interesting hybrid between the "canon" world and the
writer's personal interpretation of it. He also avoids the
stilted language and blandness that keep the books rated
PG.
PJ Jurado, on the other hand, specializes in fantasy novel
fanfic and has developed the knack of copying the
authors' style so closely I honestly can't tell the non-sexual
parts of his writing from the non-sexual parts of the
original book. This is both good and bad. Good, because it
allows for a smooth bridge between the original and the
imitation; and bad, because the usual writing style is
overly bland and none of the imitator's own particular
personality shines through.
"Cthrag" is based on the Belgariad series of books by David
Eddings and picks up at the end of the last book after
Garion has married Princess Ce'Nedra and settled down.
They are experiencing sexual difficulties and Garion goes
to his aunt, the beautiful sorceress Polgara, for advice, but
a malign power soon takes over their minds and they wind
up fucking each other. The Princess witnesses and runs
out in tears.
Jurado copies Edding's writing style very well, but when
the characters start having sex they stop being the
particular characters fans of the series know and love and
turn into the generic fuck-puppets that populate every
other mind control story on the net. This is too bad,
because if the author had held them in character the spoof
could have been wicked and witty instead of just wooden.
On we head into the sleek high-gloss corridors of
Treksmut, where writers have been happily slashing the
straightlaced members of Starfleet for over thirty years
now. Treksmut writers like to challenge themselves by
writing unlikely sexual pairings between the various
shows' characters, and in this story Noone has taken up
the ultimate gauntlet, namely a sexual encounter between
Capt. Picard and Jesus Christ, courtesy of the magic of time
travel.
This idea may be a sacrilegious one to some, but the author
meant it quite sincerely; whether or not he or she also took
it seriously is another story. Like most slash it was written
to play on the emotions and personalities rather than
gonads, in this part for example:
Did I take the story seriously? No, but I don't take anything
related to Star Trek seriously.
This story wasn't so much erotica as genre fantasy with
sexual undertones. In a world that's a mixture of
contemporary earth and Fairyland an elf and a nymph
frolic around; the nymph is gang-raped when the elf steps
away for a minute (the rape is not shown) and when the
elf returns she is dying of the violation, literally fading
away before his eyes. He grieves, but in her last moments
she sends him a message that they will again be together
one day.
There wasn't any sex in this story, only some lightly risque
frolicking, so I'm kind of puzzled as to why it was put on
the newsgroup at all. However, it was a good workout in the
fantasy genre with a few amusing elements such as the
vomit-sprites that are born from people's barf...though it
was ultimately too lightweight to work as a story in the
usual sense.
Here's yet another kind of fanfic, based on a video game
this time. This truly puzzles me. How can people get so
attached to those blocky, jerky little figures that
periodically die in horribly gory ways, and neither speak
or evince any sort of personality? (To be fair, I believe
there may be a Street Fighter movie and/or TV series out
there, but I'm not sure.) Anyway, Chun Li, the female kick-
boxer on a secret mission, fantasizes about the two male
opponents who defeated her in a recent tournament, Ryu
and Ken. But instead of kicking their nabs in she's taking
them in tandem, and masturbating herself as the fantasy
unfolds.
This was basically an OK story; how much you like it would
depend on how much you like the video game/TV
show/movie/whatever. The writer writes well, with the
caveat that nothing happens in the story that would
challenge his or her writing skills very much, and the sex
acts were on the generic side and of the kind men like to
imagine as being basic nature to beautiful, sexually skilled
females, namely a cum-hunger so strong they orgasm
from cocksucking alone. There's something insulting in a
conceit like that.
The ancient world was tough on crime, as the author of
this story reports: "The events detailed here occurred about
30 CE in the city of Rome." Didi, an ex-slave (female) is
convicted in a plot to impersonate a god, and is crucified
with weighted fishooks on her nipples, nails through her
wrists and ankles, and her legs spread wide so everyone
can take a good look at her goods:
Definitely not for the squeamish, though the historical
tone lends a certain amount of distance. Visceral and
haunting, recommended for BDSM fans.
I don't ordinarily watch much TV, but something drove me to
watch Star Trek: Voyager the other night. Maybe it's all the
fanfic I've been reading. I'm happy to say it was a hoot. Voyager
has finally recreated, in this season, the collective silliness and
tongue-in-cheek acting of the original show. Too bad they needed
30 years and two other series to get it right. It also helps that
there are two strong female characters who act like sarcastic
drag queens, an obviously gay hologramic doctor, and three male
studmuffins of uncertain sexuality. It's a treat and a laugh and I
love it. Capt. Picard should have had such a light touch.
A group of men kidnap a young girl to impregnate her for some
mysterious cause. But things aren't all bad. The child, they assure
her, will be well cared for: "Through anonymous, untraceable
gifts and strokes of apparent fortune, you will always be able to
provide food, shelter, and the best in education. When the child is
grown, it will be informed by our representatives of the
circumstances and reason for its conception." The girl also
receives pleasure (though she doesn't want to admit it) as a series
of man in different animal masks, of different ethnicities,
ritually fuck her:
"Nooooo..nonono.." She whispered as her orgasm ebbed. Her
stomach light with butterflies, somehow she knew it had
happened. One of the millions upon millions of sperm forced into
her had found its target. Black, White, Asian, Indian, she would
not know what it was until it was born.
Most impregnation stories I've seen deal with the brutal and
humiliating aspects of it, especially if they're interracial. But this
one, well...the author has accomplished the impossible in making
it sound erotic and sort of appealing. A very hot and
recommended read, especially for women.
The narrator delivers himself over to a pair of teenagers through
the agency of their aunt, with whom he has signed a contract of
slavery. Auntie intends to teach the pair how to handle a man
properly:
The last story I read by PleaseCain was the silly spoof "Dominatrix
Found in Amber" about a fossilized domina who is released to
work her magic on Michael Jackson, so this story came as a
surprise. A well-to-do man writes a letter detailing his first erotic
encounter with another man, and unusually for him, he's
inspired to take on the passive role, dressing in a jeweled belt like
a Babylonian dancing boy:
This story was a change of pace for this writer, heading into the
hot-yet-literate domain charted by gay writers like David Trell
and Marc Tremaine. A little too overwritten, perhaps; it's not a
quick read to get off on. But if you like your erotica intelligent,
you'll like this.
The author says of this story, "Here's my first story ever
comments please!!" OK, Miss B., you got 'em.
Ronni, Nikki P. and Tam-tams are three teenage girls into tattoos,
body piercing, and having sex with black dudes from the projects
in exchange for baggies of grass, and they gladly fuck each other
as well. From the descriptions of these 14 and 15-year-olds, it's
pretty clear the author is living in la-la-land:
OK, #1 a girl 5'11 and 100 pounds would be unable to breathe
without a ventilator, and #2 minors can't get tattooed and pierced
with parental permission, and #3 extensive piercing and tattoo
jobs cost mucho dinero, very big bucks, which is why many of
the extensively tattooed and pierced people you see on the streets
live in shithole apartments, drive beamer cars, and have no
medical insurance. Furthermore, if these teenyboppers happened
to somehow get their bodily modifications done for free and on
the sly they'd look like shit, because skilled professionals don't
give away their services for nothing. Not even for a blow job
from a teenage seductress. I am quite fond of tats and piercing,
actually, but this major departure from reality, and the phony,
contrived nature of the teenage sluts and their shenanigans,
made this story one of the ones where I actually said "Yuck!" out
loud. I do admit the piece has a raw sort of appeal, though, if
you're into reading about teenage trash sucking off black men in
a pimpmobile.
This story also featured a departure from reality, but it wasn't as
annoying as the previous one. A 33-year-old woman with "nice
breasts, still pointing straight up like when she was a
teenager...[she looked at] her trim stomach and behind. She
definitely didn't look 33, yet that's what her driver's license said.
'What is it about me that doesn't interest John anymore?' she
wondered.' " The answer is, John's been overtaken with boredom
and cable TV. The frustrated Leslie accepts an after-work drink
invitation from her sexy boss Sharon, and Leslie finds herself
getting turned on by her. The two then repair home to Leslie's
house to have a 3-way with her recalcitrant husband.
This story was fairly well written in a technical sense, but a little
dull in its chronicling of the character's daily lives; sometimes
it's better to just cut to chase, or the orgasms rather, instead of
dealing with all the setup for it, which comes across as contrived
anyway. Why the sudden interest in football on the husband's
part? Why doesn't Leslie serve him divorce papers? And if he's
such a couch potato, how come his bod looks so hot? Sometimes in
a sex story it's better to say less rather than more.
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Zhentilar Boys [A/A-]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 1/8/99
Author: The Storyteller
Address: mail@boytales.com
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/18/99
Author: PJ Jurado and Lady Vanessa
Address: hiflame77@aol.com
Picard in the Garden, Parts One and Two [A]
Where posted: ASCEM
When posted: 1/13/99
Author: Ascem Noone
Address: ascemnoone@yahoo.com
He leaned close, nuzzling at Jesus' cheek before gently
kissing his mouth. One hand came up to cup his face as the
other one pulled him close. To his delight, Jesus kissed
beautifully, melting against Picard's body as his mouth
opened wide. After a few minutes Jean-Luc reached under
Jesus' robe and ran a hand up his muscular thigh. He tried
to keep his touch soft and comforting, but Jesus moaned
deep in his throat and opened his legs wider, giving Jean-
Luc access.
Story by Skayda Lee (Tarnished) [A-]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/13/99
Author: Skayda Lee
Address: "Shawn Ricardo King"@ior.com
The Secret Side of the Streets [B+/B]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/19/99
Author: Hyne T'hcalla
Address: hyne-thcalla@rocketmail.com
Didi on the Cross [A]
Where posted: ASSB
When posted: 1/17/99
Author: Tarquinius Rex
Address: tarquinius@my-dejanews.com
Your gaze focuses on your sex, never before seen in
public, and you notice how the spreading of your knees
opens the pink interior of your pussy, letting the hot
intense sunlight sear it like raw meat tossed on a heated
grill. Runny white semen slowly oozes from your open
pussy down your spread-open crack and onto the probing
horn in your asshole. You gaze, in hypnotic transfixed
wonder, at your clitoris, publicly displayed for all to see.
You try in vain to flex something in rhythm, trying to
match body movements in unison with the shocked waves
of shameful sensations flooding that prominent and
throbbing button of nerves.
1/31/99
Here's another review, last for the month.
Primal Duty [A]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 1/22/99
Author: Monocle
Address: monocle_o@hotmail.com
One after the other, each man with a different mask, replaced his
predecessor and filled her with his fountaining cock. Big cats,
birds of prey, strange tribal gods, bone-white skulls....Susan
came. Trapped and inseminated, she could not stop the white-hot
burn of orgasm that engulfed her as she thought she could feel
the feather-man's come flood her cervix and ooze its way into her
womb, to find and meet with the egg that was surely waiting
there. Her cries slowly turned to defeated moans.
Teaching the Twins [A]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 1/18/99
Author: Mr. Spraycan
Address: mrspraycan@mailanon.com
Website: http://spraycan.sinewave.com
Mailing List: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/Erotica_2000
[Her aunt] replied, "Because he's my slave. A pervert who gets his
excitement from being humiliated and punished. You'll find lots
of men who do, girls. They're so much more fun, believe me."
Now Karen is stroking my ass, and reaching under to
squeeze my balls, test how firm my erection remains. "This'll be
like torture," she said with a twisted smile, glancing at her sister, who is
flushed with excitement too.
Like many Mr. Spraycan stories this one seems to merge into a
larger arc detailing the ever-changing adventures of the
narrator, from domming to subbing to all stages inbetween, with
some, as this story seems to suggest, to be followed by further
stories. For now, an atmospheric snippet to spark your
imagination.
An Unsent Letter [A]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 1/28/99
Author: Pleasecain
Address: pilgrim936@aol.com
Website: http://members.aol.com/pleasecain
From my fingers hung the fine silver chain and dangling faux
gems of a waistlet, which attaches around and hangs from the
waist, with three minichains dropping loosely from the front,
each ending in a green glass stone, swinging above the genitalia.
I'd discovered it last week at a street fair, and was struck by its
exoticism; I didn't think until bed that evening that it fit for me,
for last night, and I returned to purchase it the next day.
Thrasher Girls part 1 [B-]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 1/13/99
Author: Ronnie B
Address: ronni_b@yahoo.com
I've got five killer tatts -- a barb-wire pattern on my tummy with
roses, a sun and moon on each of my boobs, and two Zen
characters on each of my butt cheeks -- and my tongue is double
pierced. I also have multiple pierces in my left eyebrow, my
nose, my belly-button (of course) and one in my labes right
where it can rub my clit when I fuck....She looks like a porno-
star, and that's why we call her nikki p. The P is for porno. She's
really pierced, too, all over, especially her tongue and puss, and
she has tatts everywhere on her body. I love the big snake on
her tummy that coils down to her crotch, which she shaves all
the time. The tail curls up right around her labes and the tip goes
up around her puss to her ass. On her ass she has a chick-demon
with her tongue wedged in her butt crack. She has demons on
both her big boobs, too, but these are both dude-demons. One
looks like a devil with a spiked dick. The other is this kind of
grim reaper dude with a hard cock made of bone. Then she has
creeping ivies and roses all over bod and down to her ankles. She
is pretty much the hottest chick around. The other chick in our
set is Tamara, who we call tam-tams. She's a year younger than
me and nikki, and is only a freshman while we're sophomores.
tam-tams is like real thin and tall, like a model or something.
She's maybe not even 100 pounds, and she's maybe 5'10" or 5'11",
and over six feet when she wears heels, which she does all the
time.
Bringing Home the Boss [A-]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 1/22/99
Author: Lambchop
Address: pcd10@my-dejanews.com