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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 366
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Two
Kate lay within the bed. It was made of two furs, grey in color and
very fluffy, and both impossibly soft and comfortable. And that was what
made it so frightening and insidious.
Maria herself had bathed Kate, upstairs, in a special bath of milk.
Maria said she didnÕt mind paying for the cost of filling an entire tub with
milk when the girl being bathed was as beautiful as Kate. She said that
milk was best for keeping a girlÕs skin tender and sensitive. Especially
when the girlÕs skin was, in MariaÕs words, Òsubjected to rough handling.Ó
And Kate had no doubt that it would be. Already her breasts had been
struck underneath by MariaÕs crop, leaving a red burning line there. An
older woman, perhaps, might hide the mark due to a natural sagging of her
breasts, but Kate was only 19 and her bosoms stood out as firm and
beautiful as if Michelangelo, in a randy mood, had sculpted them himself.
Kate brushed her hand across her belly. It hurt too, a bright set of
lines where Maria had stung her, as if trying to abort something, with her
nasty crop. The brush of KateÕs own fingers reminded her of how Maria
bathed her: with bare hands, so that even a bath sponge wouldnÕt rub too
harshly across KateÕs lovely porcelain skin. SheÕd suntanned it a little bit
and Maria scolded her for that.
ÒDear Kate,Ó Maria had said, washing her bottom as Kate lay in a
shallow tub of milk, her arms huddled beneath her and her heinie sticking
up through the milk. ÒYou must avoid the sun, dear, except for the purpose
of letting your master see a little tan to better show off the absolute
whiteness of your bottom. DonÕt ever tan your bottom, or your breasts.
Those are for your lover to tan, using his crop.Ó With anxious eyes Kate
had looked back at her lover, who stood watching, his pants a little full,
she thought, and his belt removed so that it dangled from his fist. Maria
gave KateÕs bottom a shower of little marauding kisses. Kate, afraid she
would be bitten, as Lisa had bitten her breasts, uttered up a scared little
yelp.
They had not hurt her in the bath. Downstairs, sheÕd been treated
like property, suffering even a cucumber up her virgin ass, but upstairs
she was given the rights of a princess. Fruit had been set out beside the
bath, a pear, two apples, and a half of cantaloupe. Maria had insisted that
Kate enjoy the fruit, and ask for more, if she wished, and anything else
that might please her.
ÒYou are to be spoilt, dear. That is part of your training also,Ó Maria
said to Kate as Kate sat huddling her knees to her chest, keeping her lover
from seeing how excited her bosoms were by all the attention she was
getting. Lisa, having undressed to douche herself while Kate was bathed,
now stood ready to serve any of KateÕs needs, though she had been hard on
Kate downstairs and Kate, casting a snub-nosed glance at her, felt
determined not to like her.
Eventually, with a little persuading, the milk she sat in getting a
little cold, Kate accepted the cantaloupe from Lisa and spooned it greedily
into her mouth. She ate it right down to the rind, and even ate the
maraschino cherry that came with it, though she preferred fresh cherries.
Maria ordered Lisa to bring cheddar cheese and chilled chicken from the
fridge downstairs. Kate sat like a hungry little animal in the tub, her bath
finished, and ate all the food they brought her. Then Maria rinsed her off
with warm water from a hand-held nozzle and put her to bed.
Naked. That was the clincher, Kate thought, as she lay between the
fuzzy furs that kept her nipples perpetually tickled. She was very nude,
her skin still feeling tingly and refreshed from her bath, but her left wrist
had a pair of handcuffs attached to it. The manacle intended for her other
hand was cuffed to the headboard. It was a headboard with many rails in
it, between the left and right bedposts. It would have been a simple
matter for them to lift both KateÕs hands above her head and cuff them
both, with the chain between the cuffs behind a rail in the headboard. But
instead the cuff intended for her other wrist had been attached to the rail.
It was a symbol of her bondage, and her freedom within her bondage. Kate
had no illusions that she would find herself bound both-handed in the cuffs
before long, but for the moment, as she lay in the darkness of the bedroom,
she was free to use her right hand as she wished. She passed it again over
her belly, lower this time, beneath the marks, just grazing the soft tuft of
fur that grew where her legs met.
How could she masturbate herself, knowing what they had planned
for her? Downstairs, sitting on the carpet, she had still been lost in her
post-orgasmic reverie. But now her senses had returned. She could feel
her bottom bulbing so sensitively underneath her, the fur rubbing it softly,
her skin dreaming, nightmarishly, of the crop that would flog her there
soon. At the moment her bottom was all comfy. She savored the feeling
of freedom and pleasure that rubbing her bottom against the fur gave her.
Yet her lover, and Maria, had promised her that she would not be able to sit
down in the carriage on her ride back to the center of town. Nor in the cab
that came to pick her up, after her master let her out, for she would ride
alone back to the college, he said. He would be too busy getting to work to
take her all the way back to the college.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Penthouse, May 1998, $5.99. Web: http://www.penthousemag.com
Review: Ever wonder how those Penthouse Pets manage to look so
healthy? This monthÕs Pet, Pamela Pet(rokova), shares their secret.
First, you get nice and comfortable. Then you get out your favorite wine
glass. Next, call up a friend and have him pay you a visit. Ask him if heÕd
like to make you a drink. When he says Ôyes,Õ and heads for the wet bar,
stop him. He doesnÕt need to trouble himself with opening a bottle of
liquor to slake your thirst. Offer him your glass, and ask him if he wasnÕt
thoughtful enough to bring along some liquid of his own?
ÒAh, yes!Ó he admits. ÒI did come with something already prepared.Ó
ÒJust put it right in here,Ó Pamela says, holding her glass up. He
does. Unfortunately, with her glass filled, Pamela gets a little excited.
She spills her drink all over her breasts. Thank God she didnÕt have her
blouse on! Sperm can be so messy.
I was impressed by this monthÕs Penthouse. The centerfold is a
young, wholesome-looking blonde from the Czech Republic. SheÕs a
wonderful mixture of innocence and sexiness. Her biography is fun to read.
She talks about entering spelling bees as a little girl, learning about boys,
and the trick she pulled to win a wet t-shirt contest. Her pictorial is
photographed by Suze Randall, someone whoÕs work IÕve cum to admire.
Also in this issue is an excellent article on the subject of so-called
Òchild abuse.Ó Penthouse writes: ÒFor years child-sex-abuse panic has
been like a train off its tracks, as legions of innocent people are thrown
into jail.Ó (Page 26.)
ÒIf you say that youÕre innocent, as I emphatically did, then youÕre a
ÔdenierÕ and donÕt get your daughter back, and if you say that youÕre guilty,
youÕre a child molester-- and definitely donÕt get her back,Ó reports one
accused father. ÒThe judge said she was disgusted by my Ôlack of
progressÕ in admitting guilt and ordered me to go to a Ôdeniers groupÕ
twice a week.Ó (Page 27.)
After a horrendous ordeal, the father was eventually cleared.
Unfortunately, the Òchild abuseÓ article only details the abuses of
the current system. It doesnÕt challenge the underlying assumptions of
the legal system. It doesnÕt offer the view that, in fact, there is no such
thing as Òchild abuse,Ó except in rare cases where actual non-consensual
contact occurs.
The best photo IÕve ever seen of TitanicÕs Kate Winslet is on page
100. God, what a photo! SheÕs posing naked for Leonardo DiCaprio, with a
look in her eyes thatÕs astoundingly warm and loving. Unfortunately the
photoÕs only at the top of the page. The rest is devoted to an article by
Alan Dershowitz. It is very well written. He discusses recent efforts by
anti-porn crusaders to pass new anti-pornography laws. Unfortunately,
Dershowitz doesnÕt question the underlying assumptions of the legal
system. For instance, if a girl under 18 wants to pose naked, even
Ôlasciviously,Õ she ought to be able to, in my opinion. After all, she could
in the U.S. in the 1970Õs, and can today in various European countries.
IÕm glad to see Penthouse reporting on the current abuses of the
current system. ItÕs more than Time, Newsweek, and other news
magazines are doing. But the whole system needs to be abolished. This
country was doing fine in the 1970Õs. It doesnÕt need the welter of laws
that have been passed since then. Complaining about current abuses is
rather like trying to promote a better version of communism, or a more
humane Adolf Hitler. Soviet-style communism didnÕt just need to be
reformed, it needed to be trashed. Hitler didnÕt need to be taught how to
treat Jews nicely, he needed to be bombed off the face of the earth.
What America really needs is another large 1960Õs-style hippie
generation. The current morass of laws in America would have been
unthinkable in the 1960Õs. Unthinkable! There was always somebody ready
to do something. Tear down a sign, blow up a building, whatever it took.
One reason people were free in the 1960Õs and 1970Õs was because the
Establishment couldnÕt get away with imposing its rules. If it tried, it
got beaten back. It is shocking to see how this country has degenerated
from Ôfree loveÕ into a gulag, running an Inquisition.
Milo Manara serves up a wonderfully sweet, youthful heroine in this
monthÕs installment of ÒClick!Ó (Page 136.) SheÕs discovered by a guy on
a motorcycle. He looks like James Dean. She mounts the back of his cycle,
buck naked, and they go riding off together. Perhaps next month sheÕll get
lucky enough to hitch a ride with Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, and Jack
Nicholson!
If youÕve never seen a girl pee (I havenÕt) you finally have your
opportunity. This monthÕs Penthouse features Jasmine Raff. (Page 115.)
She does an exemplary job of showing exactly how a girl goes to the
bathroom. When sheÕs not pissing all over the place, she poses with a
dildo rammed up her cunt. When sheÕs not got a dildo stuck in her cunt,
sheÕs sucking on it! My only disappointment was that she didnÕt put the
dildo up her ass. Perhaps next issue?
Hustler, June 1998, $5.99. Web: http://www.hustler.com
Review: God, what a cover! I almost jacked off right in the middle
of Tower Books when I saw it! It features a girl. She has a very cute face
and long, lovely brown hair. SheÕs forgotten to put her clothes on, even
though sheÕs on the front of a nationally-distributed magazine! But she
did, at least, slip on a pair of socks. TheyÕre blue. They look nice and soft.
And sheÕs kneeling on a big, pink blanket. IÕm glad Hustler managed to snap
a picture of her before she got that blanket around her.
Oh. Now I know why sheÕs nude. SheÕs staring into the camera,
rubbing her bottom. SheÕs been spanked, and canÕt wear her panties--
theyÕd hurt her ass too much!
Ah yes, pink and blue-- the colors of childbirth! And that is the
ticket to meeting girls, according to Hustler. ÒWatch women watch men
with infants,Ó Hustler writes. ÒPrimal, biochemical maternal instincts
take hold. The females become transfixed, edgy and obviously turned on.
The sight of a father arouses myriad hot points in the female psyche.Ó
This is because, Òoftentimes, women associate erotic experiences with
birth and child-rearing.Ó (Pages 44, 47).
I noticed this fact myself, some years ago. I was walking around a
shopping mall with a little boy. I got tons of smiles from lovely girls who
ordinarily wouldnÕt have noticed me. It was like they were saying, ÒWow.
I like you. YouÕre virile.Ó They obviously thought he was my son.
Unfortunately the little boy wasnÕt my son. Also, he had a squirt gun and
kept squirting people. I had no real way to stop him from squirting people,
but everyone considered me to be responsible for him. So he was too
troublesome to have along, and I didnÕt take him to the mall anymore after
that. (I will always treasure, though, the memory of him shooting ladies
on the escalator, while lovely young chicks gave me big smiles!)
An amazing pictorial in this issue is ÒHolistic Hootch.Ó (Page 86.)
It features a cute (black) girl and a studly white male. In this case the
black girl looks fine; even though sheÕs black, you donÕt really notice it.
Maybe sheÕs both black and Spanish. In any event, this cute girl really gets
fucked! Right up her cunt and in her mouth too. Normally such photos
would probably come across as dirty, but not these! TheyÕre very well
posed. YouÕll really enjoy seeing this girlÕs lips spread wide, sucking the
man down her throat. It sort of reminds me of a photo of PlayboyÕs
Dorothy Mays, sucking her thumb. (A Playmate in the late 70Õs.)
As for the girl on the cover, sheÕs also this monthÕs centerfold. Her
name is ÒRosie.Ó She bills herself as a ÒStar Fucker.Ó (This is Hustler,
after all.) I liked the first photo in her pictorial. The rest of them are
boring, though. Nothing creative or interesting happens. Also, the girl
turns out not to be as cute as I thought she was.
This is a pleasant issue of Hustler. Educational, with some good
photos. But it is rather Ôslim-pickings,Õ in terms of the number of photos,
when you compare it, say, to a magazine like Club Confidential.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
Mystified in Missouri writes: ÒWhatÕs the point of this zine,
anyway? It seems to me you have a long way to go before you get invited
on the Oprah Winfrey show.Ó
holy joe replies: This zine is dedicated to the proposal that Ôgirls
are good.Õ (Even when theyÕre being bad!) No matter who they like, and no
matter what they choose to do together, itÕs okay by me, provided itÕs done
in a loving spirit. (Personally, other than coitus, I donÕt recommend doing
anything that canÕt be washed off in the morning.) Hopefully one day Oprah
will see the wisdom of the Fuck Decency philosophy. But then, if she did,
could she stay on the air selling only peace and love?
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late one irish night
by John A. Douglas
Sean OÕCasey arose from his
theatrical highly theatrical
grave so full of yeatsian
maggots and gave an odd
sodden poetry reading:
he read to the bums
he read to the chums
he read to the stones
he read to the bones
he read to all poets
he read to all strivers
he read to all altruists
he read to subscribers
and the end result
of all of this
after life toil
was a sentence
to serve a
death term
under mrs. boyle
AND IN THE END...
ÒUntil the last century the age of consent for common law
marriages was between ten and thirteen years of age in many
countries, including the United States.Ó
- Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, by Brenda Love, pg. 184.
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