"Hot on the Trail: Who in the World is Celeste802?" by Backrub and Tammy Ng (bckrub@aol.com). In this story, Tammy Ng and Backrub are erotic investigators - an Odd Couple hired by the tormented author of a series of highly literate and popular erotic reviews posted each Wednesday and Saturday on alt.sex.stories. Their job is to determine the identity of the writer who has parodied her reviews.
The story is based in reality. You may recall that last November someone using the name Celeste802 posted a set of phony reviews that cleverly poked fun at both my own reviews and the stories of several popular a.s.s. authors. I immediately suspected Backrub, but he denied complicity; and he and I exchanged several rounds of e-mail, trying to use our limited deductive abilities to determine the identity of the mystery writer. I abandoned the project, but Backrub evidently kept after it and even enlisted the assistance of Tammy Ng, who was one of the initial suspects; and eventually they wrote this clever and sexy story. As often happens when reality becomes fiction, however, certain events and characteristics have been altered under the guise of poetic license. For example, Backrub is presented as a veritable stud, whereas I come across as some sort of prim English teacher who couldn't get laid if she wanted to and has to resort to writing cheap humor for hormonally imbalanced cyberpunks. In addition, the authors make some unwarranted snide remarks about the quality of writing on a.s.s
The style of this story is not Backrub's as I have ever seen it before; and so I suspect that someone else - perhaps Tammy Ng, whose name appears in the title line - either contributed to the story or distracted Backrub while he was attempting to do his inimitable thing. The story is full of sex, humor, and creative detective work. SooNH even does a cameo cumshot. In the end, the authors expose the real Celeste802 (pardon the puns); and I have no reason to doubt the accuracy of their claim. I hope the glare of public exposure does not prevent the reclusive Celeste802 from making additional contributions to this forum.
As I neared the end of this story, I was vividly picturing in my mind's eye Backrub - Renaissance man, former CAI operative, erotic investigator, and general man of my dreams. As my thoughts came into focus, I received a clear picture of something dangling - dangling grotesquely and bringing to a sudden halt the flood of moisture that ran from my pussy and down my legs, leaving my computer chair with a damp spot and a fragrance hinting that someone had been consumer testing vibrators on it. It was a dangling modifier right in the fucking middle of the story: "Hard, she put me back in my pants, rose and kissed me goodbye." I called this to his attention, but Backrub has persisted in refusing to remove what dangles. Another image crushed!
This is a highly creative story. I would have enjoyed it even if it were not partly about me.