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X-Original-Message-ID: --------------------------------------------------------------- GIRL OF THE YEAR ! What a year this has been! There were many fine Playboy
Playmates, Penthouse Pets, and Hustler Honeys. Whom to choose as the
girl of the year? I thought (and jacked off) for many hours over this
question.
Finally I asked my friend Perply to help.
“Well,” he said. “There were some cuties on the covers of that
new magazine ‘All About You!’”
“Perply,” I said. “Those girls are 12-years-old.”
“Oh.” Perply said. “Sorry. Let me recommend, then, the girl
in the Barclays Capital ad.” He showed me the ad.
“Perply,” I said. “That girl is 10-years-old.”
“Gosh,” Perply said. “Why didn’t you tell me you were such a
stickler on age? In that case, then, I choose the girl on Survey page
17 of The Economist, November 21, 1998. The caption under her photo
reads, ‘What’s Mummy’s credit-card number?’ and I assure you, holy joe,
she’s not a day over 8.”
At that point I quit arguing about age. (I figured if I kept
arguing we’d wind up with a preschooler as our girl of the year.)
Nonetheless, after much reflection, I have decided that the girl Perply
chose, the one in the November 21 issue of The Economist, will indeed be
Fuck Decency’s Girl of the Year. I admit I’m partial to the girl in the
Barclays Capital ad, but I figure it will be impossible for you to find
that ad (although, if you go paging through back issues of The
Economist, you might come across it.)
Hence, in the interest of accessibility, that is, in ensuring
that the girl chosen as Fuck Decency’s Girl of the Year can indeed be
admired by all (assuming you’re willing to make a trip to the library),
I hereby choose the girl in the November 21 issue of The Economist.
(And you thought I only read The Economist for the articles,
right?) FUCK DECENCY presents its GIRL OF THE YEAR ! Award to The girl (on the left) in The Economist, November 21, 1998,
Survey page 17. (With compliments to her friend, on the right, who no
doubt helped her win.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 417 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen Chapter Ten Kate was made to sit on a chair with a pillow in it. Due to
the dildo sticking out of her butt Kate had to lean forward to sit. As
a result, her shift sagged toward the table and Kate’s bosoms, which
would otherwise have been covered, could be seen hanging down inside her
shift. Kate felt the maid observing her breasts as the maid came and
went, setting down more food on the table. The maid was short and had
little difficulty seeing inside Kate’s shift, provided she bent a little
when she brought the food, which she always did. Ben too sat watching
Kate, sitting across from her and amusing himself with the view of her
hanging gourds. The two boys, sitting bare-bottomed on pillows of their
own, glanced frequently at Kate.
“As you can see, pillows were provided in the expectation that
you would misbehave,” Ben told the boys. “But Gilda tells me you’ve
been obedient.”
“Yes sir,” the boys replied. They contented themselves with
looking at Kate and wolfing down the food that was brought to them. In
another setting Kate felt sure that they would have been highly offended
to be spoken to by Ben in such a demeaning manner. But their penises
were gorged with passion and they were both hornier than they’d ever
been in their lives. Gilda had still not permitted them to shoot,
though Sam had plugged Kate’s bottom with the dildo and Jay had been
drafted to keep Kate amused with his penis while Sam plugged her. Both
boy’s balls, heavy with sperm, were couched on the exquisitely soft
pillows beneath their butts. Kate watched the boys moving their hips a
little and knew they were enjoying the luxurious softness of their
pillowed seats. Across from them Gilda, still in her open peignoir,
offered grapefruit-sized breasts that the boys longed to suck. She ate
with sensuous relish, savoring each bite of her food. Her bosoms moved
softly with each of her movements, lifting her spoon, lowering it again,
leaning forward to scoop up more oatmeal from her bowl. When Gilda cut
her omelette with a knife and fork her big bosoms shook temptingly,
fruit on a tree.
“Oh, I can’t stand it anymore!” Jay shouted suddenly. He leapt
up and grabbed his penis and, holding it aloft over his plate, oblivious
to his food beneath, he jacked himself. His jism spurted out onto his
eggs.
The maid appeared behind him. She reached up and grabbed his
blonde-haired head. She slapped him hard on his bottom with her bare,
calloused hand.
“Bad boy! Bad boy!” the maid shouted, but Jay did not desist
in rubbing himself until all his sperm had squirted out onto his plate.
“I’m afraid this place is rather like Willy Wonka’s,” Ben said
to Jay. Now that you’ve cum, you’ve got to go.” The maid drew a needle
from a pocket in her blouse and flicked a cap off its tip. To her
horror, Kate saw that it was a syringe. She tried to cry out to warn
Jay but before she could the maid stuck him in his bare bottom with the
needle. Jay shouted. His face went from passion to surprise in the
space of a second.
“That’s a dirty trick!” Jay said. He turned to the maid. But
already the contents of the syringe was beginning to take effect. As
the maid primly capped her needle, Jay shuddered. He looked as if he
wished to attack her but instead he collapsed to the floor.
For a minute Jay just lay on the floor, shouting obscenities.
Sam laughed at him but did nothing to help him. Kate was too scared to
say anything. Ben and Gilda kept eating, as if nothing had happened.
The maid stood over Jay, watching him. He swore at her but he was
unable to do little more than shake a fist at her and try to grab,
ineffectually, her ankles. He grew more and more tired as he shouted.
Then, abruptly, he fell asleep.
The maid bent over and grabbed Jay’s wrists. She dragged him
across the floor. Jay was no more dangerous now than a sack of
potatoes. She removed him from the room and Kate did not see him again.
“Uh, what’ll happen to him?” Sam asked finally, breaking the
silence.
“Your fraternity leader will be called and will come and pick
him up,” Gilda said. She smiled. “Don’t worry. He won’t come in here
and see you sitting here naked.” Sam blushed. “Your friend will be
taken back to his dorm room. The sedative should wear off in an hour or
two. Except for his empty balls, he’ll be just as he was before.”
“Uh, mine are a little full,” Sam said.
“I’m quite aware of your balls, Sam,” Gilda said. “And your
penis. You’ve been poking at at me all morning. Please try to
concentrate on your meal. We’ll be having guests this evening and I
hope you’ll be ready for them. We’ll need all the sperm you’ve got
then, but until then I expect you to behave and not shoot it onto your
plate like Jay did.”
“Sure, no problem,” Sam said. His voice was firm but his body
shuddered. Kate wondered what her role would be at the orgy.
“Remember, you shoot and you’re gone,” Ben warned Sam.
“Yes sir but what about at the orgy?” Sam asked. His voice was
high-pitched as he spoke. Kate suppressed a giggle.
“The orgy is where you’ll be put to work,” Ben said. “I hope
you don’t have any dates planned for this weekend?”
“No sir.”
“Good. You’ll be more than rewarded for your patience
tonight. When tomorrow comes, believe me, you’ll be totally drained.”
“I could use a little draining,” Sam replied. He ate his eggs
lustily and said no more.
FLYNT EMPIRE UNVEILED ! For years I have wondered how many magazines Larry Flynt
publishes. I have heard legendary figures -- that he publishes thirteen
different magazines, owns half the porn in America, etc.
Now at last I have a complete list of everything Larry Flynt
publishes. I got this list by accident when I wrote enquiring about an
ad in Hustler, for the re-vamped magazine Chic. You would think Larry
would print this list in the back of every one of his magazines. After
all, you can’t subscribe to a magazine if you don’t know it exists.
I have always gotten good service from Larry so I assume all
these magazines do in fact exist. In the case of most of them, however,
this is the first time I have ever heard of them. Following is the magazine name, the number of issues, and the
price for a one year subscription, plus an editorial comment by me. Asian Fever, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features Asian girls. Barely Legal, 12 issues, $39.95. Cute but boring. Focuses on
18-year-old girls. Busty Beauties, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this
magazine. Presumably it features girls with big boobs. Brown Sugar, 12 issues, $29.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features African girls. Chic, 12 issues, $39.95. This is the re-vamped magazine I saw
advertised in Hustler. Apparently it features teenage girls in bondage. H. Erotic Video Guide, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this
magazine. Presumably it is a guide to erotic videos. Hometown Girls, 12 issues, $29.95. I saw an ad for this once, but never
have seen a copy. Presumably it is similar to Barely Legal. Honey Buns, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features girls’ bottoms. Hustler, 12 issues, $39.95. Larry Flynt’s flagship magazine. Basically
it’s boring, from a pictorial standpoint. Sometimes there is a (light)
bondage pictorial. Also, occasionally, there is an 18-year-old cutie at
the back of the magazine, though the pictorial is often boring.
Hustler does have good cartoons and at least one interesting
article on sex in America per month. Leg World, 12 issues, $29.95. I have seen one copy of this magazine.
It features girls’ and womens’ legs. There is some light bondage but
it’s boring since there is only one girl per bondage pictorial. (i.e.
there need to be at least two girls, together, in a bondage pictorial
for it to be worthwhile, in my opinion). Taboo, 12 issues, $29.95. This magazine includes bondage. Each issue
there is at least one pictorial that shows two girls together. One of
the girls is a mistress and the other one is a slave.
Sometimes there is a bondage pictorial that features a man,
which usually makes it boring. Also, sometimes one or more of the
“girls” in the pictorial is actually a Mature Woman, which makes the
pictorial suck.
Finally, Taboo is not just about girls in bondage. It also
features gross-out pictorials about other subjects.
My advice if you are interested in Taboo is: Enjoy the girls,
but keep your vomit bag handy (and your waste basket). To subscribe, make your check or money order payable to the title
ordered. (i.e., for Taboo, write “Taboo” on your check.) No Cash
Accepted. LFP, Inc. (Larry Flynt Publications, Inc.) 8484 Wilshire Blvd., Suite
900, Beverly Hills, CA 90211. Voice Phone: 1-800-566-5760. Fax:
1-323-651-0526. --- Carlton Hotel, Cannes, France
by Laura Ryder The sun throws its hot saber blade
across the promenade,
blistering the ancient arms
of tall palms and people’s minds.
Men and women march to the beat
of the waves, disappearing
into the scorched Mediterranean air. The Riviera consists of nothing
but exceptions,
rules are exceptions to the exceptions.
Money flows like champagne,
beauty reigns.
My knees find no altar
before which to bend.
There is much to love and hate;
doubt ebbs like the tide. A man watches me from his balcony.
What is true is that every view
is significant for him who sees it.
I light a cigarette and stare at the sea.
The silver grey smoke waifs towards him.
I want a state of creative suspense.
I step out of my dress.
I want to take and give myself over.
I want what is immediate and self-evident.
I relate to all things.
I remove my bra and panties.
A work of art conducts
a creative dialogue with the onlooker. --- Editor’s notes:
Poem, line 21: “waifs” may actually have been intended to be “wafts”. Laura’s poem was taken from the zine FUCK! (Nice title. Too
bad I didn’t think of it, huh?) FUCK!, Volume 2, Number 1, January
1999, unpriced. (My advice is to send $1.00) Three 8 1/2 x 11 inch
sheets of paper, stapled in the corner. FUCK!, c/o Lee Thorn, Box
85571, Tucson, AZ 85754.
Laura’s poem is on page 4 of FUCK! Also on page 4 you can see
a photo of Laura. She is blonde, about 18-years-old, and topless. I’m
sure her topless photo had absolutely nothing to do with me printing her
poem.
AND IN THE END... DREAMGIRLS FASHION “Jacobs’ show was suggestive of a group of tiny yet gorgeous
school-girls who had lost their way but were bravely striding on.” - TIME, November 16, 1998, pg. 122.
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