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Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} Peaches and Cream Reviews
Date: Thu,  1 Aug 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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Hi! We're Peaches & Cream. We're just two ordinary Joes who like
reading and romance. Recently, there was a Summer Solstice Romance
Festival on ASSM, and it caught our attention. We started discussing
the stories and our reviews were born. Our format is simple: one of us
starts the review, the other chimes in, and then the starter finishes
it off. Because this is all about romance, we'll be scoring with 0-5
kisses. We'll be posting a review a day until we finish the stories
that were submitted, beginning with the Flash stories.

There is a website devoted to the festival where you can find all the
stories we will review. 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rui_Favorites/www/RomFest


Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and
love.
-- Benjamin Disraeli

***
Peaches & Cream Reviews: 

Ice Sweat by Biff Jones. 
(fict, rom, FF) 
http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36932

***

Cream:

This is a cool story. A hot story.  A woman is sitting alone outside
of a Savannah cafe, on a hot June day daydreaming and watching the
condensation slip down the sides of her lemonade glass when she feels
the shock of ice on her shoulder.  From the reflection in the cafe
window she can tell it's another woman, not someone she's expecting.

>I was torn between confronting this strange
>woman and leaving, but maybe because of the hot,
>slow air, I wasn't thinking very quickly. Yet
>when her cool hand descended to rest lightly on
>my neck, the chip of ice burned a hole in my
>indecision. I gasped out loud at the sudden
>frozen sensation. I could not let this continue;
>I am a happily married woman, and have never
>even considered being bisexual. But in spite of
>my indignation, I somehow continued to sit
>quietly and watch her imperfect reflection
>instead of turning to protest.

What would you do?  I can tell you for certain that if a strange man
started rubbing ice chips on my shoulders, I'd protest, or at least
leave, but if it were a strange woman, well, that's the stuff of
fantasy. Similarly, in my fantasies I think it might be neat to rub
ice over some attractive woman, but I wouldn't, mostly because ...
well, I don't know.  Because I couldn't get away with it?  Because
it's just not done in polite society?  Because it might upset her?

One thing I like about this story is that I don't really question that
this could happen. It's a dreamy, sultry Savannah setting, and the
pace is languid, and the details are just right. Yes, I believe it.

After this things get even hotter, and the descriptions are vivid and
intense right up to the end, when I might have liked one extra detail
to make the woman's experience particular.  Maybe I'm asking too much.
Maybe that wasn't the point.  I do think the very last line is a
little anticlimactic and probably unnecessary.

***

Peaches:

The author does a very nice job of setting the scene, portraying the
mood, and transporting me to Savannah. But that lazy mood makes me
want to disagree about the reality issue. This is more believable as a
dream, a hot, sexy dream but still a dream. The fact that you think of
it as a fantasy come true, Cream, tells me that you just might think
of it as a dream as well.

I definitely agree about the last line though, the story doesn't need
it.

My biggest question is what's the difference between sweating slightly
and merely perspiring?

On our romance scale this story receives 3 kisses from me.

***

Cream:

Three kisses from you--hey, Peaches, that's really good.  I'd take
that any day. I don't really see this as a full-bodied romance story.
The characters don't quite connect in a romantic way, though the
connection is interesting and exciting and provocative.  So my kiss
rating is a shade under two.  But my sexy daydream rating for this
piece is four point five. That's pretty sultry, a touch or two below
sizzle.  Converted to Celsius I'm sure we're well into the 90's.
Having said that, I really didn't see the story as a dream. Dreamy
yes. But it works best if we think of it as real.  And I thought of it
as real. And it worked. Just not quite as romance.

On the sweat-perspire continuum, where does glow fit in? At the
trembly edge of orgasm?

***

Peaches: 3 kisses
Cream: 2 kisses with a 4.5 sexy daydream rating

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