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JOHN DARK REPOST
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10/2/94
I'm reposting this for Michael Suelmann's benefit and am reposting
"Walk" in case Celeste did not get it. I have to admit that I live for
Celeste's reviews. As I've said before, I've got things set up so all mail
to me is erased before it reaches me: though I treasure feedback, I
treasure my anonyminity even more and go to ridiculous lengths to guard it.
So I live on the feedback that comes over alt.sex.stories and
alt.sex.stories.d and Celeste provides almost all of that. But though
Celeste is confirming my worst fear that my stories are not as
unpredictable as they first appear (just read the first page and say to
yourself: "How are all these people going to end up having sex with each
other?"), I admit that I cannot predict what grade she is going to give my
stories. Sometimes I think she prefers the more consensual and/or romantic
stories, other times it seems like the more sex the better. I wonder if
sometimes she is in more of a mood taccept squicky stories than other
times, and also wonder whether my practice of varying the amount of sex in
the stories to such a great degree backfires: I must a that though I have
nothing against stories with only a hint of sex, that when I read a story
expecting sex, I don't want to be disappointed. But I haven't figured out
how to resolve that with the idea of avoiding giving too much away,
including how much sex the characters are going to engage in.
If I were to review my own stories, among the last seven, "Walk" and "Key"
would be my favorites, whereas Celeste gave "Key" the lowest evaluation
among the six that she reviewed. Well, I might as well do some more
reviews:
"The Metro" (I don't remember the author). I agree with Katya/Maryanne,
arguably the best story ever posted. I wish I could write stories like it. I
give it a 10.
"To Joy: They've got the Sheryl Crow Pics" (I don't remember the author).
Celeste didn't give it a 10, but by the end of it, I was rolling on the floor,
laughing. It gets a 10 from me. -- deirdre
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 archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives
of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in 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
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Honeymoon
by deirdre
There she was again. I'd just come down from our suite and had ordered a
drink. Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd meet me in the
bar. And I saw this woman, there at the bar.
I'd seen her before when Connie and I were checking in. We'd just flown
in--our honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching us.
She was staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew. I didn't
recognize her at all. Connie didn't notice her which was good because it
might have spooked her.
Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end. I glanced
her way again. She was looking at me! I tried not to look her way, but it
was so strange and I wanted so much to know what this was about. When I
looked back, she winked at me! My heart was in my throat. *I* was
spooked. Before I took my eyes off her she gave me a little, calculating
smile.
Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never happened
to me. Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards right. She
certainly was attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep tan. But the way
she was acting--she *must* have seen me come in with Connie! What was she
up to?
"Hi." She'd walked up while I wasn't looking!
"Hi," I answered. I didn't know what to do with *this*. Connie would be
down any minute.
"Do you come here often?" She was feeding *me* lines. I glanced at her
face again. She looked so calm.
"First time."
She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered. This was *too*
much. It had to be a dream! A *nightmare* at that. The bluntest comeon
I'd ever heard of and Connie coming down at any time!
"Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage.
"It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile. Suddenly I
had a *very* uneasy feeling! I glanced the other way and there was Connie
standing right at my other shoulder!
She looked angry. Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what to do
next. She spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get rid of her!"
She darted away. I ran along behind her and caught her arm.
"Honey! She..."
She turned on me. Then continuing in her low but hard voice: "Just get
rid of her! I'm going to the women's room and she'd better be gone when
I'm out!"
Then she was gone.
I looked back at the bar. There was the woman. She was looking at me and
she smiled when I looked at her. She raised her drink in a little mock
toast. I walked back.
"Listen," I started.
"She go to the women's room? I'll catch her," and she was gone! Off
towards the restrooms. I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie was going
to *explode*! What a way to start a honeymoon. I sat there wondering what
I'd done wrong. Why was this happening to me?
I waited on pins and needles. What would go on in there? What could I do?
If Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have to follow her,
immediately. What was taking them so long?
I saw Connie. She walked over to me. She didn't look so mad. I waited
for her, there at the bar. As she approached, I saw the other woman come
out and lean against the wall. She *smiled* at me, again!
"Honey, let's go," I began. We'd been planning to walk the strip and find
an interesting looking joint. She pulled me close and whispered in my ear.
"Go with her," she whispered.
"What!?" I was sure I'd heard her wrong.
"Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than whispering in
my ear.
"Honey! What are you saying?"
"Go upstairs with her! *Please*!"
"Honey, let's get going." I made ready to go and took her arm.
"No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me. Please?" She looked
desperate! "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions, OK? Please,
just go with her? Please? Please, for me?"
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Honeymoon
by deirdre
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