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Dear holy joe, Where do babies come from?
- Curious in Virginia.
Dear Curious in Virginia: Here is what happens. There is a guy.
There is a girl. The guy sees the girl and decides to Òhit onÓ her. He has
already committed the moral and, in some cases, legal offense of
ÒlookismÓ, which is a form of sexual harassment, but he decides to Òhit
onÓ her anyway.
The guy hits on the girl. But instead of reporting the harassment to
the proper authorities, so it can be dealt with, the girl succumbs to the
guyÕs harassment. She accepts his phone number and gives him hers.
Soon, the guy calls the girl. Often the result of this call is
communication of indecent matter over a telephone line. Soon the two are
conspiring together in a plot to commit one of various offenses, such as
fornication or adultery.
Deceit becomes the watchword for such conspirators, however, and
so their planned fornication or adultery is termed Òa dateÓ. This
euphemistic term is used to describe all manner of Òcover explanationsÓ
for their dark desires: going to the movies, going dancing (usually
accompanied by consumption of alcoholic beverages), or simply Ògoing
outÓ.
The guy and the girl meet at a pre-arranged time and in a pre-
arranged place. They Ògo outÓ, on Òa dateÓ. To cover up their intentions
they do not go straight to a bedroom. First, they go to a movie theatre, or
they go to a nightclub. Then, after several hours at such location (often
engaging in groping or molesting of each other there) they repair to their
real destination.
In many cases the destination of such a guy and a girl is a motel
room. It is not unknown for such a couple to wind up at a motel that rents
its rooms by the hour. There, in the confines of such a room, the guy and
the girl, who had taken such pains to dress up in fancy clothes, now get
completely naked.
They get in bed together. But although they are in a bed, they have no
intention of sleeping. Far from it. Such people have been known to engage
in a great deal of physical exertion while lying prone in bed!
Molesting occurs. Oral sex occurs, despite being banned in many
jurisdictions in America. Sodomy occurs, despite the LordÕs prohibition of
it. And, in regards to your specific question, the guy rapes the female,
vaginally.
As our holy feminist scholars have made clear to us, all sex is rape.
And all men are evil. Yet, for some unknown reason, the girl, already a
victim of sexual harassment, permits the filthy man who Òhit onÓ her to
rape her.
As a consequence of this horrid act of vaginal copulation, the female
becomes pregnant. Then you are born, poor Curious in Virginia, nine
months later, and you are naturally left wondering who would have
perpetrated such a crime, bringing you into a life of sin!
Curious in Virginia, there is another way. You do not have to grow up
to be a sexual predator like your father, going around hitting on girls. And
you do not have to be a victim either, like your mother. HereÕs what to do.
First, never leave your room. Next, subscribe to as many
pornographic magazines as you can. It is natural for your body to have
sexual desires, however, you must never go around committing sexual
harassment as a result of your desires, or allowing yourself to be
victimized.
Instead, be like me. Sit in your room and read your pornographic
magazines. Masturbate. Then, after you have masturbated, take a cold
shower and thank Larry Flint for delivering you from a life of sexual
predation and/or sexual victimization.
Furthermore, even though you may be looking at pictures of grown-up
girls when you masturbate, try to think about little girls instead. Little
girls are less likely to say ÒyesÓ to you if you Òhit onÓ them. They are too
busy playing with Barbie, or making mud pies, or having tea parties with
other girls. So even if you were to Òhit onÓ one of them, the result would
probably in fact not be a visit to a motel room rented by the hour. In this
way you can protect yourself from engaging in the sinful activities that
your parents did.
Yes, Curious in Virginia, it is possible to overcome this sinful world.
If enough people read this essay, and decide to follow my advice,
eventually the problem that provoked your question will be cured. Guys
will no longer Òhit onÓ girls, and girls will no longer allow themselves to
be victims. We will all then live in Masturbation Nation, and we will all
spend Friday and Saturday nights sitting at home chastely reading our
porn, instead of engaging in sinful acts in motel rooms.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 424
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Twelve
ÒYouÕll both share a horsey ride tonight,Ó the Sultan said in his
broken English. The blonde looked down at her feet. Kate wondered if she
shouldnÕt ask for more clothes. She did not like the idea of having to ride
a horse in just her panties.
ÒMay we be permitted blouses then?Ó Kate asked, summoning up all
her courage, for the Sultan was taller than her and intimidated her with
his eyes and his girth.
The Sultan laughed.
ÒYou must take your panties off!Ó the Sultan said finally, after his
laughter subsided.
ÒOh,Ó Kate replied.
ÒBut first you must have a tour of my castle,Ó the Sultan said.
ÒKeep your panties on for now. I do not wish for my servants to see all
your charms, as I will.Ó
The SultanÕs servants entered, big burly men who nonetheless wore
chador-like robes to hide their physiques from the girls. They were bigger
servants than Kate had seen before. She wondered if they were going to be
used to make her submit. Instead, they presented a pallet for the Sultan
to sit in, covered with cushions. When he had seated himself they hoisted
him up on their shoulders. It took four large men to carry him.
Lightly the Sultan raised a finger. ÒCome, my dears,Ó he beckoned
Kate and the blonde girl beside her. ÒYou have seen my palace, Debbi, but
it is always good for you to see it again, so you can admire the place of
your Ôcaptivity,Õ as you call it. Come, both of you. Try to keep your
panties out of your asses if you can. IÕd like to preserve a little of your
modesty in front of my servants.Ó
Kate reached back behind herself as she began to walk. She dug
within her bottomcrack with her nails and did her best to obey. The
panties were very small and covered just a little more than half her ass,
then dipped into her her cheeks at the first opportunity, because they
consisted of such a small bit of fabric. She had long since given them up
as a lost cause but now, walking quickly behind the Sultan, she plucked at
them and tried to get them to sit neatly on her cheeks without
disappearing within them. Debbi did the same. Mistress followed, with a
riding crop in her hand, which Kate hoped was solely for application to the
rumps of the horses the Sultan had said she and Debbi would ride.
The servants walked with a quick stride. The Sultan showed off the
massive walls of his palace and the flowering gardens that were
permitted to bloom within them, with the harsh arid desert just outside,
forever threatening to intrude should the palace lose access to its
trucked-in supply of water. The girls admired the SultanÕs caste as best
they could, Debbi remaining quite subdued, however, as if she feared their
ride that they would take together later in the evening. Kate tried to
remain upbeat. Being imprisoned in a beautiful manly castle was not the
worst of fates.
The tour ended in a small room. When Mistress flicked on its lights,
Kate found herself gasping as loudly as she had at MarieÕs, when she first
began experimenting with unusual sex. Within the room was every
possible implement and machine of torture.
ÒDo Do you interrogate prisoners here?Ó Kate asked hopefully, and
turned as if to leave.
ÒNo, I give girls horsey rides here,Ó the Sultan said. His four
servants lowered him to the floor. ÒFrieda, show the girls their horse and
have them remove their panties and mount it,Ó the Sultan said from his
cushioned seat upon his pallet on the floor.
The girls were taken by Mistress across the room. As they walked
with quick anxious steps, their bare limbs flashing, the Sultan was helped
to his feet by his servants. It took him much effort to rise, nonetheless,
and he grunted as he finally balanced himself on his feet, swaying like a
big air balloon that was too heavy to take off.
Kate found herself staring at a ÔhorseÕ that consisted of a inverted
vee of wood. It stood as high as her breasts. As she gazed at it she was
still trying to straighten her panties behind herself, for the umpteenth
time, when Mistress peremptorily told her to remove them.
Anxiously and with trembling hands, Kate slipped her panties down
her legs. Debbi was required to do likewise. Bending forward and showing
a fine display of twin dangling tits, the girls carefully removed their
panties from their tangling stiletto heels and gave them to Mistress. She
took each pair and, as the girls watched, mortified, she tore them. She
ripped out the little pouch that had formed the crotch of each girlÕs
panties so that they could never usefully be worn again. Then she tossed
them on the floor.
ÒGet on the horse,Ó she snarled. She kicked a stepstool forward.
Kate was required to bend and place it next to the Ôhorse.Õ
ÒBut thereÕs nothing to SIT on,Ó Kate objected.
ÒDo as she says,Ó the Sultan ordered. His servants stood around him
with crossed arms.
Fearfully Kate stepped up onto the stepstool. Debbie gave her
bottom a helpful push from behind, as if worried that theyÕd both be
punished if they didnÕt quickly mount up. Kate swung her leg over the
horse and looked down at the inverted vee of wood below her. Some
helpful person had a least covered it with a strip of soft fuzzy fur.
Gingerly Kate sat herself down and immediately felt her cuntlips splurge
upon and actually engulf the inverted vee of the horse, it was so narrow.
Debbie stepped up behind her as she tried vainly to accommodate herself
to such a narrow seat. It cut maliciously into her lips, as if some
punishment made for her by a vengeful mother, wishing her daughter would
remain virginal but contenting herself at last to see her daughterÕs lips
spread apart and left without anything to drive up them, just an
everlasting pressure.
Debbi, looking resigned, sat herself down on the saddle-less horse.
She let out a small cry of dismay as she felt the wedge of the horse drive
itself between her nether lips. Kate looked at the girlÕs sighing mouth
and, strangely, told herself the girl had very pretty lips. Her well-formed
breasts wiggled like loose beach balls on her chest. Beneath them her ribs
stood out in skinny splendor, count-able, though Kate was in no mood to
count them for her own ribs were just as visible. Her belly hollowed
itself between her ribs and her hips. She placed her hands on the wedge of
wood between herself and Debbi for support but immediately Mistress
scolded her.
ÒGive me your wrists!Ó Mistress told Kate. She grabbed both KateÕs
hands and expertly swept them back. Even as she did this, one of the
SultanÕs faceless servants strode forward and grabbed hold of Debbi and
did the same to her.
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe!
I received the following message in my e-mail today. I was very
happy to get it. Although I am too busy to comply with this message, and
can only print it in Fuck Decency, perhaps you would like to.
Please send this message to your friends. Also, please send it to
anyone you know of who is locked away in prison, and hungry for someone
to correspond with.
Always we must keep in mind the injunction of our Lord Jesus
Christ, when receiving messages of this nature: ÒAsk, and it shall be
received.Ó
From: The Fifth Grade Class on St. Lucia<meow@candw.lc>
To: YOU
Date: Sat, 03 Apr 1999 14:45:11 PST
Subject: A request from the kids.
Message-Id: <18391713065727@candw.lc>
Hello, Greetings from St. Lucia, a lovely island in the lower
Caribbean. I write this on behalf of my fellow students. We are in the
fifth grade at Gros Islet Elementary School. We are learning about
computers and the internet. Our classroom has a sign which reads, "Tell
me, I forget. Show me, I remember. Involve me, I understand."
We searched the web for "newsgroup" addresses. We sent this email
to 50 on 4-1-93. We wonder how far this message would travel around
the world in 30 days.
We have a big map of the world and will place pins in every location
which responds. Great fun and we will learn a lot of geography.
Could you please take a moment and give us a brief reply telling us
where you are in this big world. A quick note will be fine.
I promise that one of us will respond if you request it. We do not
want to impose on you. We would appreciate it if you would pass along
this note to any friends.
Be sure to include:
Please reply to: Mary <meow@candw.lc>
I was elected to write this because I am the best speller in the
class.
Thank you so much,
Mary Miller and all my classmates at Gros Islet Elementary School
PS: We have a cat as our mascot. She wanders into our classroom,
usually around lunch time. She is getting fat. We may have a family soon.
We have become very fond of her. We are trying to think of a good name.
She is kinda all colours like Joseph's "Coat of many colours" in the Bible.
If you have any good ideas for a name we would like to know.
Today I read that cats are composed of matter+antimatter+it doesn't
matter.
PSS: If you do not respond, that's OK. We will not trouble you again.
Forbidden Love
by Loti Marie Peterman
The love I feel deep within
Lies dormant like a mortal sin
Forbidden love, burning desires
Mortal sin, facing HellÕs torturing fires
I long for something that is not mine
The heat rises as our bodies lustfully intertwine
After our sexual encounter we must part
Leaving me naked with my broken heart
Leaving me with my lonely life
As I watch him run home to his wife.
AND IN THE END...
Clinton on Pedophiles
ÒI want us to live in a world where we get along with each other,
with all of our differences.Ó
- President Clinton, March 23, 1999.
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