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Subject: {ASSM} RP Maria's FAQ - Maria Gonzales 
Date: Fri,  2 Feb 2001 05:10:05 -0500
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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Maria's FAQ
(My Search For A Proofreader)

by Maria Gonzales

, 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this work 
without the author's written permission is strictly 
forbidden.

I sat in my car for a little while, trying to get up 
the nerve to finally enter the Erotic Stories 
Convention.  As one of the newer writers, I was asked 
to introduce myself and talk about getting started.  I 
have never felt comfortable speaking in front of 
strangers.  In fact, I can't ever remember speaking to 
a group larger than ten people before.  I knew that I 
wasn't looking forward to this.

I finally found the courage to leave my car and enter 
the hotel.  Noticing the signs for the convention, I 
walked the other way and turned into the bar.  I 
ordered a shot of tequila to calm myself, and as soon 
as the bartender brought it, I drank it and quickly 
asked for another.   Knocking off the second drink as 
quickly as the first, I stood and walked toward the 
auditorium.

I found an empty seat toward the back, and tried not to 
awaken the man sitting next to me.  He seemed to have 
drifted to sleep, after what smelled like a few too 
many Budweisers.

I still had an hour before I was scheduled to speak, 
and I listened to Celeste speaking about her return as 
a reviewer, and my nervousness grew as I listened to 
her.  As a writer, I have never been very good at 
punctuation and grammar. I have never been reviewed by 
Celeste, and I was both looking forward to it and wary 
of my first review.

The next speaker was Lord Malinov, and his speech 
sounded wonderful and eloquent, but unfortunately, I 
didn't bring my English - Spanish dictionary with me, 
so I only understood every other word he said.  But I 
was still somehow very aroused by it.

Next up was Bronwen.  I listened intently to her 
speech, but unfortunately I had forgotten to bring my 
Queen's English to American English dictionary with me, 
so even though I admired the way she put her words 
together, I misunderstood her on numerous occasions.  I 
am just so relieved that I decided to have somebody 
record this event for me, so I could go back and 
cherish every word of her wonderful speech.

I glanced down at my program, and looked at the names 
of the other speakers.  I was amazed and a little bit 
embarrassed to be included in this talented group, but 
here I was, invited by BitBard.

Glancing at my program, I was surprised when I heard my 
name announced as the next speaker.  Looking around, I 
noticed that everybody was waiting for Maria Gonzales 
to walk to the podium.  I thought about just staying in 
my seat, pretending to be somebody else, when I heard 
BitBard announce my name again, and watched him point 
in my direction and motioned me to approach the stage.

I reluctantly stood, and slowly walked up the stairs 
and across the stage.  I stood behind the podium, 
reaching up to lower the microphone.  I looked out at 
the crowd, and realized that I wasn't quite tall enough 
for everybody to see me over the podium.  BitBard 
brought a sturdy box for me to stand on, and I climbed 
onto it, and felt the butterflies in my stomach.

I cleared my throat, and whispered, "Hello, thanks for 
inviting me BitBard.   I would like to thank a few 
people before I start.  I would like to thank my 
husband for helping me with my grammar.  LordShon, I 
would like to thank you for letting me bounce ideas off 
of you, and I promise that we will collaborate soon.  
BitBard, thank you again for inviting me tonight, and 
also for all of your kind words of encouragement.

"I feel a little uncomfortable standing on this box, 
and since my writing style is pretty informal, I guess 
that it's obvious that I am a little nervous standing 
up here on the podium.  As long as there aren't any 
objections, I would like to just take the microphone 
and walk around as I speak.  When I'm done. I'll answer 
a few questions."  I grabbed the microphone, hopped off 
the box, and walked to the front of the stage.  I 
thought about sitting with my legs hanging over the 
front of the stage, but remembered that I was wearing a 
fairly short skirt.  Since most of the audience was 
made up of readers of erotica, I was quite sure that 
most of the men in the audience would be trying to look 
up my skirt, instead of listening to my speech.

"I guess I will just start by telling everybody a 
little bit about myself. I'm 27 years old and a 
Scorpio.  I grew up in a very poor town in rural Mexico 
where I was protected from everything even remotely 
sexual by a large, jealous family.  I came to the 
United States at the age of fifteen so I could send 
money home to my parents and eight younger siblings.  I 
would have preferred to work in Mexico, but the only 
jobs available there are picking corn for about two 
dollars a day, working as a maid for about three 
dollars a day, or working in a bar for about fifty 
dollars a day, but I wasn't thrilled about becoming a 
prostitute at the age of fifteen.

"I worked a few jobs, and sent as much money as I could 
to my parents. At one job, I fell in love with the 
owner's son, and even though I could speak very little 
English, and he could speak very little Spanish, 
somehow we became an item.  Even though he was my first 
and only 'real' boyfriend, I ended up marrying him just 
after my nineteenth birthday. To this day, not only is 
he the only man I have ever made love to, he is the 
only man I have ever 'really' kissed.

"We have been married for over eight years now, and we 
have four kids, so in response to everybody that has e-
mailed me wanting to meet me, marry me or sleep with 
me, I have to respectfully reject your kind offers.

"I have also been asked, 'Where do you get the ideas 
for your stories?' Truthfully, I have no idea where 
they come from.  I can only say that I seem to have a 
very active imagination.  While we are on the subject, 
I would also like to add that I am not at all like any 
of my female characters.  I am not an exhibitionist, 
nor am I unfaithful to my wonderful husband, and I have 
never slept with another woman.  In fact, I guess you 
could say that I am very conservative sexually. Even 
though I do sometimes think about doing some things 
similar to what I have my characters do, I have never 
done anything even remotely similar."

A voice bellowed from the audience, "You mean you 
haven't walked through the mall half naked?"  A nervous 
laughter filled the room, as the crowd waited to see 
how I would react to this interruption.

"No, I've never walked through the mall half naked."  I 
laughed in response. "And I have never fucked three 
men.  And I have never been with another woman, 
although if the opportunity ever presented itself, I 
would probably do it. Although I have gone into stores 
braless and wearing tight shirts.  As you can see, I 
have fairly large breasts, and when I go braless, I 
don't leave very much to the imagination.  I may have 
posed for a few pictures that are floating around the 
internet, but I wouldn't call myself an exhibitionist.

"Another voice yelled out.  "So how can you write 
stories like these, if you have never experienced 
anything similar."

"I don't think Stephen King has ever killed anybody or 
talked to Satan, and he seems to do a pretty good job."  
I answered.

"But don't you think that you would be able to write 
your stories better if you did do something like that?"

"What?  Do you want me to take off my clothes or 
something right now?"

"Yes."  Was the general consensus from the audience as 
they yelled and whistled.

I looked down at the clothes I had on.  A short black 
skirt, a tight white short sleeve blouse covered with a 
black silk jacket.  I tried to remember what I had  on 
underneath, and remembered that my husband had 
convinced me to wear something sexy underneath my 
outfit.   I had on a black satin pair of panties and 
matching bra.  The crowd kept whistling, and as I 
looked out at them, I realized that I had everybody's 
attention, even the guy that smelled like a Budweiser 
brewery had woken up.

I reached my hand down, and unbuttoned the top button 
of my blouse.  Looking up, I smiled at the crowd 
coquettishly and announced, "That's all."

The crowd yelled and I could here some voices yelling 
at me to take it all off.

"I guess I have said everything that I wanted to say, 
except that if any new writers out their would like 
some help or advice on writing erotic stories, feel 
free to email me.  Just don't ask me to proofread 
something or help with grammar, I'm the last person to 
ask for help in those areas.

"If anybody has any questions or comments, just yell 
them out."

It seemed to me as if every man in the building yelled 
in unison, "Take it all off Maria."

I looked at them and felt something stir inside me, and 
realized that a sly grin had crossed my face.  I could 
feel my characters start to possess me.  I could hear 
their voices telling me "You have us do it, go ahead 
and take off your clothes, then you'll know how it 
feels."

I shook my head, and tried to get their voices out of 
my head, but my hands suddenly reached toward the front 
of my blouse.  I looked down at them, and watched as 
they slowly unbuttoned my blouse.

Music started to fill the room, and I felt myself start 
to move to the strong beat.  Ripping off my jacket, I 
heard the crowd whistle and cheer me on. "Take it all 
off Maria!"

"I wanna see your tits!"

"Take it all off!"

My hands started to take off my blouse, and I listened 
to the rhythm of the music and started to move with it.  
Stripping off my top, I threw it into the crowd and 
continued to dance.

It must have been the tequila that was getting to me, 
or maybe my characters were getting their revenge, but 
I was starting to get into my impromptu show.

Next I unzipped the zipper on the side of my skirt, and 
slowly pulled the skirt down, until it was past my 
hips, when I let it fall to the floor, and kicked it 
into the crowd.  Standing in front of the crowd in just 
my bra and panties, I could feel a sexual energy start 
to run through me.

All of the whistles and cheering was starting to drive 
me wild, and I turned my back to the crowd, and pulled 
the straps of my bra down, and unclasped the hook in 
the front, letting the bra fall to the floor.  I danced 
with my breasts uncovered, but with my back to the 
crowd, they were still hidden from the crowd.  I turned 
to face the crowd, but covered my breasts with my 
hands.

I pushed them together, making them seem even fuller 
and larger than they already are.  I closed my eyes and 
as I started to run my hands down the sides of my body, 
I heard the men in the crowd go wild as my bare breasts 
jiggled as I danced across the stage.

Opening my eyes, I was surprised to find some men 
standing and holding out dollar bills.   Deciding that 
since I wasn't making any money from my stories, I 
might as well make some now,  I strutted off the stage 
and danced with anybody who held out a bill.  As I 
danced with them, I let them run their hands across my 
hard nipples and caress my breasts.  A couple of the 
braver men tried to reach between my legs and into my 
panties.

Not quite ready for that, I climbed back up the stage, 
grabbed all of the bills that were pushed into my 
panties, and dumped them next to my jacket.  The music 
had changed into something a little slower and sexier, 
and I crawled across the stage from near the podium to 
the front.  Turning, I .wiggled my butt and felt the 
cheers of the audience drive me further.  I reached my 
hands to my panties, and slowly pulled them down, 
revealing my moist pussy to the crowd.

I draped my legs over the front of the stage, and 
playfully opened my legs but quickly closed them again.  
Again I closed my eyes, but this time I brought my 
fingers to my lips, hungrily pushed one into my mouth 
and lustfully sucked on it.  I pulled it out, licked 
it, and twirled my tongue around the tip of my finger.  
Running it down my neck, I paused as I reached my 
breasts and circled my nipples with my moistened 
finger.

I pushed my arms into my together, pushing my breasts  
together.  Shaking my upper body, I jiggle my large 
boobs and let the cheers go straight to my ego. I 
placed the palms of my hands on my inner thighs, and 
slowly pulled my legs apart. With one hand, I gently 
ran my fingers up my wet slit, and felt a tingle as it 
pressed against my clitoris.  With my other hand, I 
used my index finger, slowly pushing it between my 
labia as I started to pump it in and out of my pussy.  
Finger fucking myself, I heard the crowd continue to 
whistle.

I heard a voice in my head telling me to stop, but I 
was too far into it now. I opened my eyes, jumped off 
the stage and walked toward a man who was holding out a 
fifty dollar bill.  From the back of the room, I heard 
a voice yell, "I don't have any money, but if you come 
over here, I'll proofread your stories for you."

I changed direction, and headed for the voice.  He 
stood and repeated his words, and quoted me some rule 
about punctuation and another rule about verb tenses.  
I ran toward him, amazed that I had found a 
proofreader.

"Do you promise to get my stories back to me within a 
few days, the longer ones you can have more time, but 
the short ones, I want back as soon as you can."

"I promise."  He replied.

His promise of promptness, and the rules of grammar 
that he  recited seemed to drive me into a sexual 
frenzy.

"I'm a lousy speller."  I told him.

"I before E except after C"  Was his reply.  These 
words drove me to the edge, and I straddled his legs, 
feeling his hands run up and down my electrified body.  
I moaned as his finger pushed into my now ready pussy.  
Arching my back, I started to pump against him.

I straightened up, and as I looked into his eyes, I 
reached down and unzipped his pants.  As I unbuttoned 
them, I pulled out his hard cock.  "I even can explain 
to you what a dangling modifier is."  Smiling to the 
crowd, I guided it into my awaiting pussy.

As his cock filled me, I started to feel an orgasm 
build in me.  I bounced up and down, feeling his hard 
cock fuck me.  I heard my moans turn to cries of 
ecstasy as the crowd cheer me on.

I fucked him harder and faster, and as my orgasm 
started to envelope me, my moans and screams turned 
lustier and hoarser.

He continued to recite rules of grammar, "I know when 
to say who and when to say whom."  I was now starting 
to come in waves.

"I can tell you when you should change something from 
passive voice to active voice."

"Ooooohhhhh.  Mmmmmmmm. Yeeeeeessssssyesyesyes"  Was my 
reply.

"I'll put all your commas where they are supposed to 
be."

My moans now filled the auditorium.  People were 
looking in from the lobby to see what was happening.

"I promise I'll never tell you to change something, or 
change it on my own, I'll explain to you what should be 
done and let you make the final decision."

That did it.  I was now out of control.  "Uuuuoohhhhhh 
mmmmmyyyyygaaawd. Diiios miiioooooo!!!"

He started to whisper that he was coming, and all I 
could do in response was moan as my orgasms continued.   
I pulled myself off of his cock, and watched as his cum 
spurted all over my tits as he explained restrictive 
clauses to me.

Composing myself, I whispered into his ear.  "Email me, 
my address is Maria1971@aol.com.  We'll talk."

Standing, I still could feel the remnants of my 
orgasms, but as I looked around the room, all of a 
sudden I realized how far I had gone.  I covered myself 
the best I could with my hands, and ran back up the 
stage and through a side door, where I was met by 
BitBard holding a hotel robe.  "Put this on Maria."

I heard the crowd chanting my name.  I shyly walked 
back out, collected my jacket and cash, and turned back 
toward the offstage area.  As I walked off, I opened my 
robe, flashing my body to the crowd one last time as I 
ran off to hide behind the curtain.

I watched as BitBard approached me, and I started to 
apologize, "I'm sorry BitBard, I don't know what 
happened to me out there, but even the slightest hope 
of finding a good proofreader just made me lose 
control.  I'll understand if you never invite me to 
speak at one of these conventions again."

He replied, "Maria, if we ever have another erotica 
writer fan convention again, you'll be the first person 
asked to speak."

"I just hope that guy email me.  A good proofreader is 
hard to find, and he has a really nice cock too."

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