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SHORT AND SEXY !!!
Now and then I ask a girl if sheÕd like to be a model. Invariably, her
answer is the same: ÒI canÕt be a model. IÕm too short!Ó Admittedly,
those girls in kindergarten that I asked were kinda short, but why does
EVERY girl give me the same answer?
Girls, let me tell you something. LetÕs say youÕre a teen. You have a
cute face, big boobs, a nice ass, a slim waist, and long legs. But youÕre
only 5 and a half feet tall, or even shorter than that. Are you too short to
be a model? Well, it depends on what kind of model. Your Great Aunt has
probably told you that youÕll never be a Òrunway model,Ó which is probably
true. But that doesnÕt mean you canÕt be a model!
Take me, for instance. I look at hundreds of girls every month, in
magazines. I doubt that a single one of them is tall enough to be a
Òrunway model.Ó But that doesnÕt stop me from jacking off to them! In
fact, most guys IÕve talked to donÕt give a hoot about Òrunway models.Ó Do
you know who looks at runway models? Fags, mostly, because thatÕs who
sits around runways, watching the models walk back and forth. And hereÕs
an even more interesting fact: the fags arenÕt looking at the girls.
TheyÕre looking at the *clothes.*
Have you ever heard of Kim Basinger? She began life as a runway
model. But she got so sick of people only looking at the clothes she was
wearing, and not at her, that she finally gave up being a runway model.
She decided to pose naked in Playboy instead. She was very happy to make
the switch because, being naked in Playboy, guys like me had nothing to
look at *but* her.
Who else looks at Òrunway modelsÓ? Women. Runway models appear
on the covers of magazines like WomenÕs Day, Ladies Home Journal, and
Redbook. So the women who are jealous of your looks in real life are now
jealous of you even more, because youÕre on the cover of Redbook. How
exciting, eh?
Since IÕm a hobo, some girls reading this will think IÕm just fibbing,
or trying to lead them astray. So, girls, let me offer you proof. ItÕs on
your newsstand now. ItÕs:
PlayboyÕs Book of Lingerie, $6.95. July/August 1998. A Playboy
ÔNewsstand SpecialÕ magazine. Playboy: http://www.playboy.com
Review: Lots of guys voted in a contest to determine who was the
prettiest PlayboyÕs Newsstand Special girl. (Formally known as the
ÒReadersÕ Choice Model of the Year.Ó) The winner has just been announced,
and is on the cover of this issue of PlayboyÕs Lingerie. ItÕs Alley Baggett!
Alley Baggett is 5 feet 2 inches tall. ThatÕs right. ThatÕs not a typo.
SheÕs short -- 5 feet 2 inches. But, nonetheless, despite stiff (ahem)
competition, she was voted the prettiest girl of all! And hereÕs a unique
fact: on average, the Playboy Newsstand Special girls are *even prettier*
than the Playboy Playmates! Even more interestingly, Playboy Playmates
are more highly admired than Penthouse Pets or Hustler Honeys, even
though Penthouse and Hustler both feature very attractive girls. As a
result, little Alley Baggett, though being only 5 feet 2 inches tall, is a
kind of SUPER girl, prettier than all the Playmates, Pets, and Honeys. Not
bad for a girl whoÕs Òtoo short,Ó eh?
Now I know some guys who are reading this are wondering: Why
didnÕt Tiffany Taylor win? After all, even though I like Alley, itÕs Tiffany
that I myself voted for. You will also notice that, not only didnÕt Tiffany
Taylor win, she isnÕt even in this issue of PlayboyÕs Lingerie! What
happened?!
The answer is simple. ItÕs been a well-guarded secret, but I guess
itÕs time that I revealed it: Tiffany Taylor isnÕt in this issue of PlayboyÕs
Lingerie because sheÕs married -- and pregnant.
As you know, Playboy used to have a rule against featuring married
women in its magazine. That rule has gone by the wayside. However,
Playboy still has a rule against putting pregnant women in its magazine,
especially when theyÕre 7 months pregnant!
Well, thatÕs the case with Tiffany. She might have won the contest
but, wouldnÕt you know, she fell in love with me. And, sure enough, being a
penniless hobo, I managed to get her pregnant. Now sheÕs slated to have
twins -- two girls. I guess all you guys who were lusting to see Tiffany
in this monthÕs PlayboyÕs Lingerie will just have to wait until her
daughters get old enough to pose. Too bad, eh? Meantime, Tiffany and I
will be having wild sex, and maybe more babies too.
I realize it will be somewhat difficult for me to continue publishing
FUCK DECENCY, being, now, a father burdened with a sexy wife and the
responsibility of raising two daughters. However, I will do my best.
Meantime, for those of you who are still going without in life, thereÕs:
PlayboyÕs Girlfriends, $6.95. First issue. A Playboy ÔNewsstand SpecialÕ
magazine. Playboy: http://www.playboy.com
(NOTE: I got a Ôsneak previewÕ of PlayboyÕs Girlfriends some months
ago, and wrote my review at that time, when I was still a young,
unattached guy. Obviously, these days, being a burdened father with a sexy
wife, the last thing I need is something making me erect (yet again!)
Review: Good Lord! I could barely get this magazine open without
spurting all over the place. Many publishers have done girl-girl photo
layouts. This is PlayboyÕs first try. Playboy wins, hands down!
Some of the girl-girl layouts in this issue are fairly pedestrian.
Others, however, are mind-blowing. There is a sense of playful, shared
intimacy between the girls that only Playboy knows how to convey. All of
these girls are, of course, spectacularly beautiful. They are also naked, or
nearly so.
My only wish is that there were more Ôfaux fuckingÕ photos in this
issue. It would have been really nice if each photo layout ended with one
of the girls looking like she was actually fucking the other girl. No dildos
or vibrators would be needed, just clever posing.
Buy this issue! ItÕs great! As for myself, I bought two copies, just
in case I have an accident with one of them. Hopefully PlayboyÕs
Girlfriends will be the first in a long series of girl-girl issues.
(Not that IÕll be buying any of them, of course. Good Lord -- my wife
just came home with a girlfriend who has the hots for me!)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
NAKED girls and more at:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Issue No. 380
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Four
The inside of the barn was cool. But, Kate realized, not as chilly as
outside, where the numbing frost of early winter had nipped at her teats
and chilled her ass cheeks. Now her bottom cheeks tightened as she
realized that soon they would beg for that winter air. They would feel
like eggs turned sunny-side up on a midsummerÕs pavement, once Marie
turned her crop on them.
Oh, why had she ever let her lover take off her panties in the coach?
Surely Kate could have obeyed that simple maxim of her motherÕs: never
take off your panties. Except for a bath, alone, or bedtime, after a dayÕs
studies. But no, Kate had disobeyed. And not once but quite a few times.
And this time, now, she saw the wisdom of her motherÕs words.
Kate froze. Beside her she felt Cindy blanch and stop. They were
like twin horses in the presence of a crack of lightning. There, against the
wall, arranged quite neatly on a narrow shelf, was a bucket and towels
and, lying across the towels, as if a favor left in a hotel, was a long,
slender riding crop, with a tassel waiting at its end to taste KateÕs
bottomflesh. And beside the towels, on either side, as if treats waiting to
be eaten, were two pairs of nipple clamps.
Kate begged her breasts to quiet themselves, to let her nipples
shrink back down to their unaroused state. But like the males with their
penises, sticking out despite all the danger around them, KateÕs twin
nipples remained firmly upraised. They offered themselves like young
firm udders on a cow, except she was not a cow and cowÕs udders did not
get clamped by spring-loaded clamps. ÔOh, if only I were a cow, at least
my udders would be big and possibly able to stand it,Õ Kate breathed in
desperation to herself. But her nipples were small and dainty, precious
little stems that hardly needed anything wickedly clamped to them.
Kate remembered her mother again, telling her to always wear her
bra. ÔKeep your bra on. Boys will want to take it off but you must tell
them ÔnoÕ and keep it on,Õ KateÕs mother warned her. Yet again Kate had
been bad and here was the punishment for it. And Kate wondered if her
mother would be sad or secretly happy that her naughty daughter had met
with bitter medicine for indulging in sin.
Cindy, who was pregnant and quite aware of her impending
motherhood, clapped her hands over her belly. It was no more developed
than KateÕs, just a soft little swell above her pubic hair, indented by an
ÔinnieÕ navel, but Cindy was aghast that she might be tortured.
ÒNo! My baby!Ó Cindy cried, spying the clamps and the crop.
Marie swung at the redheadÕs ass but, perhaps wilfully, she missed
the girl, letting the whip simply whisk past her, the tips almost grazing
her jiggly bottom.
ÒUp against the wall!Ó Marie barked. She would have put a policeman
to shame with the fierceness of her voice. Then, more gently, but with an
ironic gentleness to her voice, she added, ÒYoung mothers endured far
worse than you will, my dear. Why, think of how they suffered under
Genghis Khan, or Hitler, or Stalin. You, my dear, will be loved in your
suffering. To be sure I admit IÕm a little jealous of how the men stare at
you, of how they hunger to make sure youÕre pregnant, but I will love you
as I torture you. And tortured you will be, my pet, for I intend to make the
men suffer too, watching you respond yet unable to touch you... Watching
you cry out yet not contributing to your pleasure or pain, for their penises
are far from your little holes where they might thrust into you to cause
your response. Prepare to be WORKED, girls. You are less my interest than
the men who watch you. I intend to make you perform for them, to the
highest level of your emotional ability.
ÒOh, I could let you two just lie down in the hay and make love.
Certainly that would tease the men. But to see you yell and shudder and
weep and bounce to my crop. That will surely inspire their loins! They
will want to save you and they will want to fuck you. And they can do
neither! All they can do is suffer themselves, their penises sticking out
so very hard and gallantly, but finding nothing but empty air. Cold air, like
a cold shower that their fathers always told them to take. You will be so
toasty warm on your behinds, yet they will be ice-cold, shivering with
their cocks frozen in perpetual erection in the winter air.Ó
Marie laughed. Despite MarieÕs dark hair, Kate thought herself behind
Blondage, the performers with their tawny bodies and fierce smiles. When
Kate met Trent heÕd had a Blondage calendar on his wall, ÒDouble Trouble.Ó
Kate was sure thatÕs what she and Cindy had found now, except Marie had
combined both Blondage girls into her one, dark-haired self. She was
leaner and taller and her breasts were more pronounced. She could have
performed in Vegas, in plumes and slinky sequined bikinis, but instead
Marie was here, staging devious games of her own that even Blondage
would have admired.
Kate stopped in front of the towels. They were soft and neatly
folded, one pink, another blue, a third white. They sat on the shelf all
quiet and happy, snug and warm in their folds, but Kate knew they would
soon be wet and thrown on the floor someplace, in the dirt. The clamps
waited, their little jaws shut tight, and sure to shut again the moment
they were released over KateÕs nipples. Across the towels was the crop.
It looked brand new and some thoughtful if misguided soul had applied
fresh polish to it. Kate looked more closely, leaning forward a little,
aware how her bottom stuck out behind her, all nude and white, but
curious, all the same, about the implement which would soon cause her so
much shock and pain.
It was worn, Kate saw. The polish had been applied to give it an
appearance of newness. The tassel, Kate saw, was in fact new, and had
been threaded through a tiny hole at the tip of the crop. No doubt the
previous use of the crop had worn the tassel completely away.
With a tentative finger, like a baby reaching for but afraid of a
rattle, Cindy touched the crop.
ÒOoooh, itÕs so long!Ó Cindy breathed. She kept her other hand firmly
over her belly, for she feared most for her baby, despite the fact that the
crop would be applied to her bottom.
ÒYou girls may touch it if you wish,Ó Marie laughed. ÒAlthough youÕll
soon be feeling it far more than you can bear, I assure you.Ó
The gardener appeared. His shadow loomed over the girls as they
both touched and stroked the long crop. Kate was deathly afraid of it but
she couldnÕt help picking it up, sharing it in her hands with Cindy, feeling
the length of it and its hardness.
ÒItÕs going to hurt very badly,Ó Cindy whispered to Kate, as if
sharing a secret. Kate nodded. What could she do? Her hands trembled.
The crop flexed in her palms, its weighted handle drawing it down, making
it springy whenever she or Cindy grabbed hold of the tip.
ÒIt looks... very powerful,Ó Kate said to Cindy, her voice whisper-
soft, in awe of the implement. ÒHow shall we bear it?Ó
ÒI am an aspiring writer and am taking a creative writing class in
high school,Ó writes Brooke Stromback. ÒMy poem is called Someone New
with Power, and it is about a girl who loses her friends and realizes that
it is their loss. She is bitter, but stops feeling sorry for herself and
moves on with her life.Ó
Someone New with Power
by Brooke Stromback
Look back at how you treated me
now that itÕs over and done
maybe youÕll see just how I feel
after this is over and done
Now look who has the power
donÕt think of crawling back
Ôcause now IÕm in control of your tears
I have the power you now lack
Should I ignore and insult you
like you did to me
or maybe I should leave you out
of everything you see
When you talk to me should I
talk back or not even listen
I want to do the things you did
but I donÕt think your tears would glisten
Maybe I over-reacted about the things
that have happened to me
but when they happen every day
itÕs so hard to not want to flee
Now look who has the power
to ignore, to exclude, to dump
maybe you should have thought of that
now look whoÕs the chump
As you see me out every night
with a new and improved group of friends
you will see how happy I am
and that I can make it to the end
So when you sit alone every night
no friends and nothing to do
maybe you should think of what you did
and what kind of friendship you blew.
AND IN THE END...
What to do with
SENATOR EXON ?
ÒThis was the first written code of laws in the history of
Greece... The Locrians liked it so well that they required any man who
wished to propose a new law to speak with a rope around his neck, so
that, if his motion failed, he might be hanged with a minimum of public
inconvenience.Ó
- The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 2, pg. 167.
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Brooklyn Bridge for Sale: My wife Tiffany has just acquired the
Brooklyn Bridge as a result of the death of her father. We are making
this bridge available to the highest bidder in order to pay for our
daughtersÕ education. Send in your bid and help the children!