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gringobandit@gmail.com wrote:
> Does anyone have the complete list of stories penned from Deirdre?
> Or is a story site that might list them? Just do not want to be missing one after this flood.
==> Howdy, Gringo person.
==> Below is deirdre's own list of her 156 stories, reprinted from her
story "Date," which was apparently the last one she ever posted.
==> In fact, I'm going to include the entire *story* "Date," because
I've tried three different times to submit it to ASSM, and for some
reason this single story never shows up. So it's going to ASSD. Anyone
have a problem with that? Good!
==> Oh, there are two sites that archive all of deirdre's stories:
PleaseCain has them at: http://members.aol.com/deirarchiv/transom.htm
BitBard posted them at: http://www.asstr.org/~BitBard/forray/deirdre/
Enjoy!
Henry
* * * * *
Date (mf, mystery)
By deirdre
*****
This is one of seven new stories I'm posting for Spring, 1996: Ball,
Cheerleader, Date, Denial, Four, Mall, and Witch. Enjoy. -- deirdre
But first, here is a list of the 156 stories that I have posted. I have
three more drafts done that aren't listed here.
Key to these keywords:
x: means x is the gender of the narrator, e.g. m: means narrator
is male; if it is 3rd person, then a 3 is used
(z) means z doesn't happen in the story but is implied or
expected. Example: a story with no female/female sex, thus not
marked ff, is marked (ff) if a female thinks about having sex
with another female
sm, bd, & ds can sometimes be ambiguous:
sm means pain inflicted (note: all sm in my stories is relatively
mild--spankings, paddlings, and whippings)
bd means someone is tied up
ds means someone is bossing someone who is obeying
also the usual: mf ff mm nc etc
After..........f: (mf) (ff) spanking
Afternoon......f: ff
Airport........f: ff ds
Assignment.....f: ff mf bd
Back...........m: (mf) mm anal
Backfire.......f: ff mf
Ball...........f: mm mf ff anal
Bank...........f: (ff) teen spanking mild
Basement.......m: ff bd sm
Beach..........f: mf (ff)
Bet............m: ds bd sm (mf) (ff)
Big............f: ff fff
Birthday.......f: mf anal bd ds
Bracelet.......f: (ff) ds (sm)
Bride..........f: (mf) (ff)
Bridesmaid.....f: (ff) ds (sm)
Brother........f: mf teen incest
Cabin..........f: mm mf hypnotism
Camp...........f: ff teen seduction
Checkup........f: ff ds
Cheerleader....m: mm mf anal
Chest..........f: ff mf ds anal bd sm
Clean..........f: ff ds sm bd
Clique.........f: (ff) sm bd
Closet.........f: mf ff nc bd sm
Coffee.........f: ff ds sm bd
College........f: (ff) (mf) (sm) (ds)
Company........f: (ff) bd sm
Compensation...m: mf anal mm bd ds (sm)
Convention.....m: mf mm ff nc bd anal
Couch..........f: mf voyeurism
Cousin.........f: ff mf (ds)
Cozy...........m: mf anal ds (ff)
Date...........f: mf mystery
Daughter.......f: mf group anal (ff)
Daydream.......f: (ff)
Deal...........m: ff mf
Debt...........m: mf (ff)
Denial.........m: mm mf anal
Desire.........f: mm mf
Dip............f: ff ds
Dive...........f: mf (ff) (mm)
Doctor.........f: bd mf ff ds sm
Door...........f: mf (ff) spanking
Drawer.........f: fm mm (ff) ds sm bd
Dream..........f: (ff) (mf)
Dress..........m: mf tv ds (mm)
Drop...........m: mf ff sm ds anal (incest)
Dunes..........m: mm mf ff
Easy...........m: mf ff anal
Entertainment..f: ff ds (mf)
Everything.....f: mf bd sm (ff) anal
Exam...........m: mf (mm) (ff) (bd) (anal)
Experiment.....f: (ff) bd mind-control
Fashion........m: mf ff infidelity
Field..........f: mf ff superman
Fixup..........f: mf (ff)
Flight.........f: mf (ff) daydreams
Foreign........f: ff teen sm bd ds
Found..........f: (hypnotism) (mf) (sm)
Four...........f: ds bd (sm) (mf) (ff)
Freebie........f: mf (ff) oral public
Friend.........f: (ff) sm
Games..........f: ds sm (mf) ff bd
Gathering......m: mf ff ds incest mystery
Girlfriend.....f: mf ff teen incest
Glance.........m: nc mf (ff) bd ds
Grad...........f: ds (sm) (ff)
Groom..........f: (mf)
Habit..........f: sm (mf) (ff)
Hear...........f: ff fff
Help...........m: mf ff
Hidden.........m: fm ds incest spanking
Home...........m: mm (ff) (mf) ds
Honeymoon......m: (mf) mystery
House..........f: mm mff bd (sm) mc
Idea...........m: (mf) (ff) seduction
Initiation.....f: (mf) ds (sm)
Interview......f: ff daydreams
Interview2.....m: mf mm daydreams
Julie..........f: ds (ff) (mf) (sm)
Key............m: mf (ff) (ds)
Lake...........f: (ff) bd (ds) (sm)
Landlady.......f: ds mf ff
Lawyer.........f: ff
Lunch..........f: (mf) ff bd sm
Mall...........f: ff anal
Merge..........f: mf ff ds bd
Model..........m: mf ff bd sm
Mom............f: ff (ds) (sm) (bd) (incest) teen
Month..........f: ff (mf) ds bd (sm) supermodel
Motel..........m: (mf)
Mouth..........m: mf oral frustration
Move...........f: ff mm mystery
Movie..........f: ds mf ff
Neighbor.......f: mf ff sm ds
Neighbor2......m: mf ff anal ds bd sm
Neighbor3......f: mf ff sm ds
Niece..........f: ff
Nurse..........f: mf anal mystery nurse
Older..........f: ff spanking
Other..........f: mm mf
Over...........f: (ff) slavery
Park...........m: mf
Partners.......m: mf ff mm anal nc bd ds sm
Party..........f: sm ds bd (ff) (mf)
Pat............f: ff teen incest ds (sm)
Patient........f: (ff) (sm) ds
Photo..........f: (ff) (ds)
Plan...........f: (ff) (mf) ds
Pool...........f: ff ds sm bd
Practice.......m: mf ds ff nurse
Preparation....m: mf mm anal seduction
Program........m: mf ff anal
Reception......f: ff mf
Recommendation.f: ff (mf) teen seduction
Retreat........f: sm bd ds (ff) (mf)
Reward.........m: mf (mm) seduction
Rock...........f: mf (ff) exhibitionism
Romance........f: (ff) repression
Roommate.......f: mf ff ds sm bd
Run............m: mf mm tv ds
Seat...........f: mf ds
Secretary......f: (ff) (sm)
Shop...........f: (ff)
Show...........3: mf ff anal silly
Sight..........f: mf (ff)
Sitter.........f: ff mf bd sm ds
Slave..........f: (ff) ds
Society........f: ff (mf) sm bd ds
Spa............m: mf mm ff nc anal bd ds
Spring.........f: ff hypnotism
Stars..........f: mf (ff)
Storm..........m: mf anal ds ff sm
Summer.........m: mf (ff) ds anal mm bd nc
Surprise.......m: mf mm (ff) nc anal
Swap...........m: mm ff nc bd ds
Sweet..........m: mf (ff) bd nc
Tape...........m: mm mf anal nc
Teacher........f: ff ds (mf)
Tech...........f: (ff) (mf) ds (sm)
Temp...........f: (ff) repression seduction ds
Trial..........f: mf ff (mff)
Trip...........m: mf (ff)
Try............f: ff anal
Tryout.........f: ff ds (sm) bd
Tutor..........f: mf ff frustration
Twin...........m: mf nc
Upstairs.......m: ds sm (ff)
Visit..........f: ff (incest) ds sm
Wait...........f: mf
Waitress.......f: (ff) spanking
Walk...........f: mf public
Wife...........f: mf ds ff
Witch..........m: ff mf mm ds bd (sm)
Work...........f: mf (ff) seduction
Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.
Permission granted to repost, to make available online, and to publish
in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups if attributed to deirdre.
Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this
type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
Date
by deirdre, 3/31/96
I stood there, looking at Bobby. He was standing there in the doorway
to my apartment. Smiling from ear to ear, obviously happy to see me.
Suddenly he was practically on me, his arms around me.
"Bobby!?" My mind was racing.
"Let's go out! Right now!" He sounded like a little kid... so happy. "I
just *had* to see you right away--I *missed* you so much!"
It was so soon. How could he have gotten home and back here so quickly?
And his reaction to seeing me! He must have come straight here from the
airport. After being gone for a week! What was I going to do? He
obviously hadn't listened to my message. I thought, as quickly as I
could. Tell him right now? Just like this? "Bobby...," I started. I
couldn't go on.
"Come on!" Still enthusiastic. Pulling me out. I felt guilty. I hadn't
*planned* on my seeing him at *all*. And I realized that I was going to
have to face up to it. To tell him over dinner. It was only decent--I
know it had been a chicken to do it on the answering machine while he
was out of town, but I'd been beside myself worrying about how and when
I was going to do this, and I'd been possibly a little drunk.
Fortunately I'd been, well, *kind* in my choice of words, if that is
possible under the circumstances. But now here he was. And it seemed
like fate was going to make me do it properly. The door closed behind
us.
Suddenly he was kissing me there, in the corrider, in front of my
apartment door. He *can* kiss. *That* wasn't the problem, I realized.
Well if he'd kissed me like that more often, maybe things would have
been different. I felt trapped, being kissed right there, but I
realized a last kiss was only fair, I suppose. And I didn't mind
getting one more of those kisses. I gave in and started returning it.
And wondered. What was I doing? What was I doing kissing him like this?
Is this breaking up with him? I felt his body against mine. His tongue.
The way his hands moved across my back and through my hair. "Let's skip
dinner," he whispered in my ear.
I shouldn't. I couldn't, but I couldn't get out of it! It was either
tell him this instant or go along with it. But the moment was right for
only one thing. I unlocked my door as his body pressed against my back.
Then we were back in my apartment with the door shut behind us.
One last time. I wouldn't hate him in the future--I knew I wouldn't. If
only things had been just a little different. We were going to have one
more memory. He could be *so* good. Suddenly I was off my feet, in his
arms. And then on my couch. And my pants were undone.
I lay there. On the couch, staring at the ceiling. My fingers were in
his hair. He had me in heaven, his tongue, probing and dancing,
carrying me away. My knees were raised, to each side of his head. I was
about to faint, I was breathing so fast. I didn't remember it like this
before. Ever.
He was kissing my cheek. And my ear and my neck--I felt I must have
blacked out for a second, and then there he was, on top of me. Or
rather over me: he wasn't crushing me. "Did you like that?" he asked.
Stupid question! Then I felt him guiding himself into me. Well, not
quite: he rubbed it up and down my vulva. And his fingers on me. And
rubbed it again. I could tell it was so hard. I imagined the feel of it
entering me. He kissed me in the mouth. "Do you want me in you?" he
asked.
I didn't answer. "Do you?"
"Yes!"
He plunged into me. I was ready. I was so, so ready. He kissed me
again, on the mouth, not moving yet. "I love this so much," he
whispered in my ear. "With you."
Then he was moving. Harder and harder. I was gone again, I could tell,
no worries left in my mind. I looked up at his face--the desire was
written all over it. I briefly wondered what *I* was looking like,
overcome by desire, but I couldn't hold onto a thought like that for
long.
It was so *right*. But I wanted more--my body did its best to get him
into me faster, deeper. I wrapped my legs around him locking my feet.
I hope I didn't scream. I know I moaned--I get so embarrassed about
that though I guess it actually makes it even better for a guy. Who
wouldn't want to have someone moaning?
And then we spooned--in my bed. And did it again, but much more slowly.
I felt it was hours I was lying there, him inside of me. I didn't want
it to end--I wanted to go to sleep like that or something. How could
something feel so right?
I didn't dare turn the light on. He'd fallen asleep. I stared at the
ceiling, thinking about him, thinking about sex and love, and thinking
about the conversation we hadn't had. And thinking about the phone
message.
I found his keys in the dark and managed to get out without waking him.
The streets were completely deserted as I drove over--it must have been
3AM. I got into his apartment. Something made me keep the lights off
while I crossed the room: guilt about sneaking around, I suppose. I
reached the phone machine, and then had to turn on a lamp to see what I
was doing.
I often wake up first in the morning and find myself staring at Bobby
while he sleeps. And after all these years, I still wonder: was the
phone machine working when I left that message?