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I HAVE SINNED !
Dear God,
You warned me of the penalty. You tried to save me. You did
your best.
It is I who failed.
Oh, what a worthless shit I am! How lazy, how indolent! I
could have done the right thing, but instead I chose to do the wrong
thing.
I saw the warning which you so amply and explicitly provided me
with. I read it, way back in March. Right there, on the last page of
the April 1998 Club Confidential: “Next issue on sale March 31st.”
I have no excuse. It is entirely my fault, Lord. What a
sinner I am-- to sit at home jacking off over the old issue of Club
Confidential, when the new one was already out on the newsstand !
I went down to Tower Books on Monday, Lord. On Monday, April
13th. I went to Tower Books to buy Club Confidential. And it was sold
out! AUGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!
God, your divine punishment for my laziness is so harsh! Not
only did I miss the new issue of Club Confidential, I was forced to buy
the very last copy of Mayfair!
Heavenly God! You know how I hate to get stuck with the last
copy of a magazine. It’s always dented, beat-up, wrinkled, and coated
with sweat from the palms of all the guys who read it for free! Yuck!
But I bought it Lord, because this month’s Mayfair is truly a
fabulous issue. Allow me to warn other sinners of its greatness, Lord,
so they don’t waste time yanking their wieners when they should be down
at Tower Books:
Mayfair, June 1998, $5.99. E-mail: mayfair@pr-org.co.uk
Review: This magazine used to cost $6.99 in America. Now it
only costs $5.99. Undoubtedly the reason is because more guys are
buying it, and instead of being an expensive import, Mayfair is becoming
a regular American magazine.
Woe to any of my American buddies who miss this month’s issue!
The cover is bright yellow. On the cover is a picture of a blonde. Her
name is Sabrina. She has an excellent face and spectacular bosoms. She
is wearing a skimpy white t-shirt with wonderfully big arm holes,
letting the viewer peer at her glorious cleavage. Just to make sure you
don’t miss the chance to view her assets, Sabrina is yanking on her
t-shirt, pulling it away from her chest and making those big armholes in
her shirt even bigger. There is nothing better than a girl with big
bosoms, wearing a t-shirt. Especially when the shirt is unable to
conceal her tits, such that her bosoms are bulging out through the
shirt’s armholes!
Are you in the ‘porn’ business? Do you want to be? Take a
look at the cover of this month’s Mayfair. Guys, this is what SELLS.
If you put a blonde like Sabrina on the cover of your magazine,
especially in a skimpy white t-shirt, you will make lots of money.
Sabrina is probably the most gorgeous female to appear in porn
magazines this year. Everything about her is perfect. Her face, her
bosoms, her hips, her legs. Everything. She is truly a perfect blonde.
You would think a blonde like Sabrina would be well placed in
life. You know, married to a billionaire. Until recently, though, this
perfect blonde was forced to make her living standing out in the cold!
Sabrina lists her profession as “hostess.” Mayfair asks her:
Mayfair: What sort of hostess are you exactly?
Sabrina: I work in a club that’s... how can I put this... of
an adult nature?
Mayfair: A ‘strip club’ you mean?
Sabrina: ... Yes!
Mayfair: So what does being a hostess... involve?
Sabrina: I used to be the one at the entrance asking guys to
come in and see the show, but nowadays I walk around inside checking
everybody is happy and making sure they’ve all got drinks.
Mayfair: So, do you like your job?
Sabrina: It beats the door work -- it’s a lot warmer inside!
See what I mean? Unbelievable! It’s shocking to think a girl
as perfect as Sabrina was forced to stand outside in the cold, being, in
effect, a human billboard. But she is quite happy working indoors.
Sabrina says: “The place is just sex central. All us girls [in the
club] are, if not totally nude, wearing very little. Some days I go in
and spend the whole day feeling turned on. It’s the smell, the
atmosphere, the whole thing can really get you going.” (Pages 7, 10.)
Wow. Imagine that. Sabrina walking around, mixing with the
customers, not only nude but sexually excited! For hours! And a
totally perfect blonde, too. Someday I’m going to string up some
Christmas lights outside my dumpster and call it a “club.” Then maybe
I’ll get some girls in here!
Unfortunately, Mayfair doesn’t say which club Sabrina works
at. But I’m sure if you e-mail them, they’ll be happy to tell you.
Right, Mayfair?
Alas, Claire Cass’s pictorial didn’t appeal to me as much as
I’d hoped. The last two pages are great, and the centerfold is
passable, but the other pages lacked the ‘fantasy element’ that’s
usually included in a Clair Cass pictorial. I will never forget Claire
as an innocent art student, and as a naughty nurse. Sadly, this issue
she’s not anything.
So, once again, it falls upon holy joe to give porn some zest.
Here’s my suggestion: Mayfair should make Claire Cass a *reluctant*
dominatrix. They should pose her with an innocent young blonde. Claire
should pretend to punish the blonde, but, since she’s a new dominatrix,
she does it very tenderly and rather bashfully. Include in her
pictorial things like: a riding crop, a dildo, and an enema bag.
On page 43 Mayfair recommends the Playboy (?) video “Girls in
Uniform.” I haven’t seen that one, but the nurse in the photo Mayfair
prints from the video is very hot!
At the back of this issue is a lengthy article on sex games.
Pauline, age 26, tells Mayfair: “Martin [my fiancee] made a list of 52
different sexual activities, each of which is matched to a particular
card. The two of clubs is missionary, the three of diamonds is standing
up facing each other in the shower, all the jacks are to do with
wanking, the four queens are variations on him eating my pussy, the
kings are variations on me sucking his cock, and so on.
“...We usually leave the jokers in the pack -- they mean a ban
on any kind of genital contact, including wanking ourselves, for six
hours. There’s nothing like having to wait for a fuck to make you
appreciate it!
“As I read through the list for the first time, I noticed it
included anal sex. I’d always [refused to let] Martin fuck me up the
bum, even though the thought of it really turned me on! ...
“That card -- the Ace of Spades... was hanging over my arse
every time we played! We both knew it had to come up sooner or later.
It finally did one night...
“I didn’t say a word. I just knelt down, then reached back and
pulled my bumcheeks apart. Then I smiled back at him over my shoulder
and told him I wasn’t leaving the bed until my arse had been well and
truly fucked.” (Page 90.)
Wow! As you can see, I feel very, very lucky to have bought
the last copy of Mayfair, even if it was all dented. How I wish Mayfair
would print more about that particular card game. I mean, how is it
played? Why not have Claire Cass and another girl act out all the
positions on all 52 cards? Mayfair could print, say, 12 card positions
per issue. Where a cock is needed, Claire or the other girl could strap
on a dildo. I think many, many people would greatly appreciate if
Pauline and Martin’s card game was made available, in all its intimate
detail, to the public.
Also in the “sexy games” article in this month’s Mayfair is a
description of nude Twister. I think that would make a great pictorial
too, using several people.
(Incidentally, reading about ‘sexy games’ in Mayfair caused me
to invent my own ‘sexy game.’ I’ll print the full directions to it in a
future issue of FUCK DECENCY!)
(Just in case Senator Exon wants to play...)
Club, June 1998, $5.99. Paragon Publishing, Inc., P.O. Box 380, Sandy
Hook, CT 06482. No web site listed.
Review: When I saw the “next issue” ad in the back of the
previous issue of Club, I knew there was going to be something hot in
this issue. The ad had a photo in it of two girls, licking each other.
But the thing about it was that the clothes they were wearing seemed
quite nice... like clothes you might see on real pretty girls in real
life.
Wow! “What Josie Did on Vacation,” page 55, is a stunning,
‘breakthrough’ pictorial. It even verges on fashion photography. But
it doesn’t forget to get ‘down and dirty’ as the pictorial unfolds.
On page 55, we see Josie fully clothed, riding on an
escalator. She’s out shopping at the mall. How nice and natural she
looks! Then, on page 56, in two lavish photos, we see her running
across a real street, carrying her shopping bag. We also see her
talking on an outdoor pay phone. On page 57 things start to get
steamy. We see a girl, playing the part of the man in this romantic
pictorial, sitting at home. She’s clothed, but her skirt is up, her
underwear is showing, and she’s got her hand shoved down in her crotch.
She’s talking to Josie on the phone. Her name is Zoe.
The final photo on page 57 shows Zoe showing up at Josie’s
apartment. How sweet and feminine Josie looks as she peeks round the
door of her apartment, greeting Zoe as Zoe lets herself in!
After this gorgeous introduction, the two girls ‘get down to
business.’ But the pictorial still moves with a languid, easy slowness,
depicting them in their clothes for another two pages. Finally, after
kissing and caressing each other, Josie lifts Zoe’s skirt, showing off
Zoe’s white panties in what must be one of the hottest panty photos to
cum out this year! (I actually had to pull my own pants off to finish
writing that last sentence, it got me so hot!)
“Feel me, I’m two weeks pregnant,” Zoe tells her friend Josie
on the following page. Josie palms Zoe’s tummy, her face showing
alarm. “Oh, my wicked boyfriend! Can you believe he got me pregnant?”
Zoe asks Josie.
“Poor girl, to get knocked up like that,” Josie says. “But
your tummy still feels nice and flat. Let’s enjoy ourselves together.
Who needs big bad men in their lives, when they make you pregnant?”
“Right!” Zoe agrees. She’s so pleased by her friend’s answer
that she lets Josie yank her panties down. Then, with her panties
hanging uselessly at mid-thigh, Zoe bends over and licks Josie’s pussy.
Lying naked on the bed, both girls earnestly try to do away
with their need for men by fucking each other with their ample breasts.
Alas, it doesn’t work, and they finally must console each other with
gentle kisses, standing up next to the bed.
“It’s too bad men have to get us pregnant,” Josie whispers to
Zoe in the final shot, as Zoe uses her tongue where only a man’s penis
can do a proper job.
“Yes,” Zoe agrees. “Why don’t you let my boyfriend get you
pregnant too? Then, with a little luck, we can deliver our babies
together!”
God, what a great pictorial! It marks a first for Club and,
indeed, for any porno magazine. Never before has there been such a
fashionable girl-girl pictorial in the history of porn! At last girls
thinking about posing in a magazine like Club can fulfill their dream of
being a real fashion model, while still being a sex nymph too! (I’d say
‘sex goddess,’ but Josie and Zoe are just too slim and adorable to be
goddesses!) (And thank God for that!)
“Our First Time,” is a very hot pictorial. It features a girl
and a guy. The girl writes: “It’s our first time together, and I’m
nervous... but so horny. We’ve been going steady a couple of months,
and now I’m ready to go all the way with him. I told my roomie I won’t
be home tonight, and he’s found us a room at a motel out of town. I
know it’s gonna be a night I’ll always remember...” (Page 99.)
AT LAST a porno magazine prints a clean, decent pictorial of
two people having sex. I got so tired of seeing crass men and women,
who looked like fucking meant nothing to them, getting it on. Here, in
this photo shoot, we see a young-looking girl gasp with surprise as she
opens wide to receive her first penis. (In her mouth!) She tries
sucking him but that apparently doesn’t work, because in the next photo
she’s licking his cock instead of trying to ‘deep throat’ it.
Then, on the next page, the man makes the girl gasp even louder
as he suckles her virgin tits. Finally, she tries again to suck his
cock, and does fairly well, getting his head at least into her mouth.
In the final pose she opens her pussy to him, from behind, and he goes
down on her.
My only regret about this pictorial, “Our First Time,” is that
it wasn’t long enough.
Another great pictorial in this issue is “Tammy, First Time
Nude.” (Page 5.) Tammy is a new co-ed at college. Her girlfriends
invite her to play a sexy card game. She loses a hand, and her
punishment is to drink Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, straight from the
bottle. She must drink the syrup with her panties pulled down.
Poor Tammy! Little does she know that her new girlfriends have
stacked the deck! In a few minutes she’s back in her sorority’s kitchen
again, this time completely nude. She has to pour cooking oil onto her
bosoms and into her snatch.
“Help!” Tammy thinks, as she loses another round of cards.
Back to the kitchen she goes, and is forced to squirt Hershey’s
Chocolate Syrup onto her tits.
With her panties hanging from a cabinet, a long-lost memento of
her (former) modesty, Tammy is required to visit the kitchen again.
This time, she’s made to put flour all over herself. But there’s still
more card-playing ahead, and in no time Tammy finds herself tasked with
squirting big delicious dollops of Redi-Wip on her nipples.
At last, laughing, Tammy’s friends let her wash off. This
good-natured loser is sent to “the showers” which, for losers in
sorority strip poker, means the kitchen sink! Watch as Tammy sits in
the sink and uses a rubber sprayer to clean herself. Lust as she
discovers the pleasure of aiming her sprayer into her pussy!
“Poor Tammy, I hope you have better luck next time,” Tammy’s
friends tell her.
“It’s okay,” Tammy answers, aiming the rubber sprayer at her
dell. “Losing makes my pussy feel great!”
I’ve got to hand it to Club. What an issue! While Playboy’s
flagship magazine is in decline, and Penthouse seems repetitive, and
Hustler is boring, Club is surging ahead! I looked at an old copy of
this magazine several days ago. What a dog it used to be! It had small
photos and bad printing. But now it’s greatly improved and, for my
money, It’s the best!
My only regret is that Club puts out three magazines every
month, all at different times of the month: Club, Club Confidential,
and Club International. With three magazines coming out at staggered
intervals every month, I’m going to spend the rest of my life running to
Tower Books!
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 370
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Two
Where her face rested, Kate found a thoughtful soul had covered
the wall with thick velvet. It ran from about Kate’s neck, right up to
where the ring was. It even stretched beyond, to the ceiling itself,
and around the entire room. Kate had not even noticed it until now.
She had seen the grey stone, and the deep, almost black purple above it,
but it had seemed a mere choice of design, serving no useful purpose.
Now she was grateful for the velvet and she pressed her nose into it as
she felt the bed dip behind her. Cindy mounted it, much surer footed in
her bare feet than Kate was, standing on the bed in her spiked heels.
The girl reached up behind Kate and took hold of the loose handcuff
dangling from Kate’s left wrist. She passed it through the big ring in
the wall that Kate was holding on to. With nimble fingers, and with
Kate feeling the girl’s bosoms in her back even as she pressed her own
to the wall, Kate watched as the redhead locked her right wrist into the
handcuffs.
Kate let go of the ring in the wall. She arched her hands
backward, stretching her fingers back like some Thai dancer, and she
tugged hard at the wall ring. There was no movement. The ring was
bolted deep into the wall and Kate’s handcuffs had now been passed
through it. Kate felt her bottomcheeks tremble and was aware of Cindy
passing her riding crop over her palm. Expectantly. Loving the feel of
the slim leather as it passed across her hand and knowing what it would
feel like impressed at great speed into Kate’s fanny.
Kate looked back over her shoulder. With her outthrust bottom
a ready target, she eyed the minx behind her with apprehension. She’d
already been struck on her breasts and tummy and thighs, in front,
earlier in the evening, and a low burn crisscrossed her in each place
where Maria’s favorite crop had left its marks. Now this girl, no older
than she, and perhaps less learned than Maria, certainly she had not
Maria’s control and talent, was about to deliver to Kate yet more
burning cuts. Kate could not help but feel the exquisiteness of her
posture, even as she dreaded the crop. Her breasts were heavy and hung
forward as she hung forward, their tips pressed against implacable
wall. Her nipples were hard and she wished they might somehow drill her
an escape route through the stone. But this was no cartoon. The girl
behind her might be a child, or childish in her ways, but she had eyes
that gleamed like a cat’s as she prepared to go mousing across Kate with
her crop.
“Spread your legs, darling Kate, or I shall have to bolt them
apart for you, with a spreader bar, and that would mean you’d get extra
strokes for my extra effort,” Maria warned Kate.
AND IN THE END...
LIFE IN AMERICA
“They’re building more penitentiaries, and they’re coming up
with more outrageous laws to put people in those penitentiaries.”
- Rap artist Ice Cube. (Charlie Rose, April 14, 1998.)
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-END OF 370 EMISSION
help! i’m in Hell! - katie
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