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                                             BOOK REVIEW
                                              by holy joe

         Yesterday I went over to PerplyÕs.  His T.V. was off.  He wasnÕt 
reading any of his teen magazines.  He wasnÕt even reading any of his little 
girl magazines.  Instead, he was writing in a notebook.
         ÒPerply,Ó I said.  ÒWhat are you doing?Ó
         ÒIÕm finishing a dictionary,Ó he told me.
         ÒA dictionary?Ó I asked him.  ÒYouÕre rather ambitious, donÕt you 
think?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Perply said.  ÒBecause IÕm already finished with it.  ItÕs time 
we joined the modern age, holy joe.Ó
         ÒI thought I was already in it,Ó I said.  ÒWherever I go, there I am.  In 
the present!Ó
         ÒYes, but we must be politically correct, joe,Ó Perply told me.
         ÒOh,Ó I said.
         ÒDonÕt worry.  ThatÕs what this dictionary of mine is.  ItÕs a 
politically correct dictionary.  And since IÕve just finished it, itÕs the 
most recent politically correct dictionary too, which means itÕs the most 
correct!Ó
         Not quite following his logic, I nonetheless let Perply show me his 
dictionary.  It had quite a few words in it.  They were quite interesting.  
HereÕs a selection:

                    PERPLYÕS POLITICALLY CORRECT DICTIONARY
                                               abridged

Companion Girl - Formerly known as a Òlittle girlÓ, or ÒchildÓ, the full 
depth of her contributions to our society can at last be recognized.  SheÕs 
fun, happy, and cute.  SheÕs also, contrary to conventional wisdom, full of 
interesting thoughts, for those willing to listen.  What better way to 
spend the day than with a beautiful Companion Girl?  (And the night too.)

Ogre - Commonly mispronounced as ÒwomanÓ.  This creature is to be 
avoided at all costs.  She is plotting, manipulative, deceitful, and lacks 
any true sense of fun.  There is not a single thought in her head that is 
worth hearing.  In fact, any moron can figure out what sheÕs going to say 
before she even says it.  She exhibits a deep jealousy of Companion Girls, 
particularly when they are in the company of the next entry.

Honorary President - Previously referred to as a ÒpedophileÓ, Òchild 
molesterÓ, or even (stretching credulity to its limit) a Òdangerous sexual 
predatorÓ, this citizen can at last be given his proper name and definition.  
He is a companion to Companion Girl, listed above.

Cro-Magnon Man - A male found in the company of Ogre.  This creature 
lacks the intelligence to be with Companion Girl, except due to biological 
accident.  Castration has proven useless in improving the I.Q. of this 
creature. 

Judas - This being claims to be ÒpatrollingÓ the internet, but really is 
only feeding his or her own ego, to the detriment of others.  Sends 
innocuous-sounding messages asking to ÒtradeÓ various types of ÒpicsÓ.  
These invariably prove to be forbidden by the Toilet.  (See Below.)

Toilet - The repository of politiciansÕ egos, otherwise known as ÒThe 
LawÓ.  At various times, under ÒThe LawÓ, it was forbidden to translate 
the Bible into English, be a Christian, or heal the sick on Sunday.  This is 
why the Toilet often needs to be flushed.  Unfortunately politicians keep 
filling it.


                                      Andrew Roller Presents
                                              FUCK DECENCY

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                                               Issue No. 419

                                   Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in 
                                            PassionÕs Playpen

                                                Chapter Ten

         Kate was permitted to do as she wished during the afternoon, but the 
dildo was not removed.  A thin leather strap that passed around her waist 
and between her legs kept it in place.  The strap was much too narrow to 
hide the fur of her pussy, and Kate wished she could at least be permitted 
a panties to keep the maid from looking at her.  But no panties were given 
to her and the maid, bustling about, saw everything Kate and the rest of 
them did.
         Kate chose to lie in the big living room of the penthouse, sunning 
herself.  She spread out a beach towel on the carpet and lay inside the 
sliding glass door.  The UV from the sun couldnÕt tan her bottom but the 
heat could sooth and warm her.  She liked the heat.  She lay her head in her 
arms and felt the big dildo bugling inside her.  It was distinctly 
uncomfortable but she had no say in how her body was used.  Her hands 
were left free, but she knew if she tried to undo the g-string that held her 
dildo in place they would make her wear chains.  After theyÕd punished her.  
Shivering in her shift that only covered her back and left her bottom bare, 
Kate tried to sleep.
         Sam and Gilda stepped out on the porch.  The maid gave them each a 
small washcloth to sit on and they sat down on the hard cement of the 
porch.  Kate, pretending to be sleeping, watched through slitted eyes as 
Gilda sprinkled little girlsÕ jacks on the floor of the porch.  She sprinkled 
them over SamÕs erect cock.  Then, teaching him how to play jacks, she 
bounced the ball all around his erection and picked up the jacks one by one.  
Sam didnÕt mind the attention, although he looked like he might spend 
himself at any moment as GildaÕs slender fingers whisked pluckingly about 
his stiffy.  She encouraged him to play and he poured the steel jacks over 
his penis.  Then, careful not to rub himself, he picked up the jacks while 
bouncing the ball around his dick.
         ÒTheyÕve invented a new twist on jacks,Ó Ben said to Kate, walking 
into the living room and standing beside her.
         ÒI hate you,Ó Kate breathed.  She trembled, afraid he might hit her 
for talking back.
         ÒYou look lovely lying on the floor like that.  Did one of your 
boyfriends leave something behind after porking you?Ó Ben asked.  Kate 
shivered and spread her legs wider.  It did nothing to ease the discomfort 
in her ass.
         ÒYouÕre cruel and inhuman,Ó Kate said.
         Ben made no reply.  He stared down at her, then lifted his eyes and 
looked at Gilda.  She laughed as she took her turn, pouring jacks all over 
SamÕs hard-on.  Beside her, on the concrete, lay her trusty riding crop.
         How could he sell this lovely creature at his feet into slavery? Ben 
asked himself.  He tried to keep the name of the man he intended to sell 
her to from his mind.  No, donÕt think of it, he told himself.  Yet it gave 
him a certain erotic thrill to think of her in his clutches.  The Beast, that 
was his name.  He was a fat arab sultan but he was known as the harshest 
tyrant around.  Girls sold to him did not return.  She would be his prisoner 
forever, and count herself lucky if she were permitted by him simply to 
stay alive.
         ÒI hate you,Ó Kate said again, lying at BenÕs feet.  With her tongue 
she reached for his shoes and gave one of them a small lick.
         ÒWell, I donÕt hate you,Ó Ben replied, and turned away.  
ÒUnfortunately...Ó he added under his breath.  For he could have easily sold 
a girl he hated.  He would have to try to think of Kate more neutrally, he 
told himself.  Perhaps then he could sell her with an easy heart.

                                       Chapter Eleven

         ÒLie still, Kate.  I must remove the dildo,Ó Gilda urged Kate.  She lay 
upon the massage table again.  The sheet beneath her was fresh and she 
had two newly slipcased pillows under her hips.  Sam stood helpfully 
beside her, stroking the hair that fell in curls over her neck and face.  Ben 
stood in the doorway.  The maid stood at her hips, much to KateÕs chagrin.
         This time there was no massage.  Gilda undid the g-string from 
KateÕs waist and crotch.  Then, seizing the dildo with her fingers, she 
pulled hard upon it.
         ÒOhhh!Ó Kate blurted. 

                                                  -----

                                  ÒThat little bit of leatherÓ
                                         by Michael OÕMarah

            You said you
            loved me
            as you reached
            for that bit of leather.

            I knew this was
            another game,
            I wondered 
            whether I would
            enjoy it,
            or [if] it would be 
            like the last.

            I watched
            as you wrapped 
            the string of leather
            around my cock,
            behind my balls
            again and again.

            I tried to pull it off,
            my cock would explode
            with the pressure
            of my blood
            but you grabbed
            my hands,
            pulled the handcuffs
            from under the pillow.
            Still I tried
            to loosen
            that leather
            with my thighs
            but you grabbed
            my feet and tethered them.
            IÕd just bought
            those bed posts.

            I wasnÕt liking this game.

            I begged for you to stop,
            loosen the choke hold you had
            on my cock,
            you laughed,
            took out the rest
            of your toys.

            My eyes widened
            in fear
            as the clamps came near
            to my chest,
            I begged you to stop.
            You didnÕt.

            The pain,
            you pinched and pulled
            upon my nipples,
            hard enough for me
            to forget the pain
            between my legs
            and enjoy them both.

            You werenÕt near done,
            were you,
            as you took that monster
            into both hands.
            Nothing that large
            could be called a dildo.
            You pushed into me,
            stretching when IÕd been 
            stretched too far.

            You pounded into me,
            that thing was tearing me
            apart
            and we enjoyed it.

            You straddled me,

            opened yourself up
            and swallowed.

            I moaned for a moment in pleasure.
            you grasped those clamps,
            pulled and pulled,
            bounced, 
            I thought to explode
            from the pain, pleasure, pain
            until I did
            and filled you
            and you rode the storm.

            It lasted forever
            until you took away 
            the clamps,
            left me empty
            without the dildo.
            You looked into my eyes
            for the first time
            as you unwound 
            that bit of leather.

            You freed my hands,
            went in for a shower
            never saying a word.

            I knew this wasnÕt 
            the last game weÕd play
            as I fondled
            that little bit of leather,
            flushing the toilet.

            Candle light can be
            so romantic.

         (Perply suggested that the dominatrix was 10-years-old, but IÕm 
sure that thought never crossed the poetÕs mind.  - h.j.)


                                             AND IN THE END...

         ÒIt must be culture, because it certainly isnÕt entertainment.Ó

- Lord Grade  

(The Economist, December 19, 1998, pg. 122.)


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