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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 366
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s 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 didn’t 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 girl’s skin tender and
sensitive. Especially when the girl’s skin was, in Maria’s words,
“subjected to rough handling.” And Kate had no doubt that it would be.
Already her breasts had been struck underneath by Maria’s 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 Kate’s own fingers reminded her of
how Maria bathed her: with bare hands, so that even a bath sponge
wouldn’t rub too harshly across Kate’s lovely porcelain skin. She’d
suntanned it a little bit and Maria scolded her for that.
“Dear Kate,” 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. “You 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. Don’t ever tan your bottom, or
your breasts. Those are for your lover to tan, using his crop.” 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 Kate’s 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, she’d 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.
“You are to be spoilt, dear. That is part of your training
also,” 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s 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 month’s 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 he’d like to make you a drink. When he says ‘yes,’ and heads for
the wet bar, stop him. He doesn’t need to trouble himself with opening
a bottle of liquor to slake your thirst. Offer him your glass, and ask
him if he wasn’t thoughtful enough to bring along some liquid of his
own?
“Ah, yes!” he admits. “I did come with something already
prepared.”
“Just put it right in here,” 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 didn’t have her blouse on! Sperm can be so messy.
I was impressed by this month’s Penthouse. The centerfold is a
young, wholesome-looking blonde from the Czech Republic. She’s 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 who’s work I’ve cum
to admire.
Also in this issue is an excellent article on the subject of
so-called “child abuse.” Penthouse writes: “For years child-sex-abuse
panic has been like a train off its tracks, as legions of innocent
people are thrown into jail.” (Page 26.)
“If you say that you’re innocent, as I emphatically did, then
you’re a ‘denier’ and don’t get your daughter back, and if you say that
you’re guilty, you’re a child molester-- and definitely don’t get her
back,” reports one accused father. “The judge said she was disgusted by
my ‘lack of progress’ in admitting guilt and ordered me to go to a
‘deniers group’ twice a week.” (Page 27.)
After a horrendous ordeal, the father was eventually cleared.
Unfortunately, the “child abuse” article only details the
abuses of the current system. It doesn’t challenge the underlying
assumptions of the legal system. It doesn’t offer the view that, in
fact, there is no such thing as “child abuse,” except in rare cases
where actual non-consensual contact occurs.
The best photo I’ve ever seen of Titanic’s Kate Winslet is on
page 100. God, what a photo! She’s posing naked for Leonardo DiCaprio,
with a look in her eyes that’s astoundingly warm and loving.
Unfortunately the photo’s 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 doesn’t question the
underlying assumptions of the legal system. For instance, if a girl
under 18 wants to pose naked, even ‘lasciviously,’ she ought to be able
to, in my opinion. After all, she could in the U.S. in the 1970’s, and
can today in various European countries.
I’m glad to see Penthouse reporting on the current abuses of
the current system. It’s 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 1970’s. It doesn’t 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 didn’t just need to be
reformed, it needed to be trashed. Hitler didn’t 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 1960’s-style hippie
generation. The current morass of laws in America would have been
unthinkable in the 1960’s. 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 1960’s and 1970’s was
because the Establishment couldn’t get away with imposing its rules. If
it tried, it got beaten back. It is shocking to see how this country
has degenerated from ‘free love’ into a gulag, running an Inquisition.
Milo Manara serves up a wonderfully sweet, youthful heroine in
this month’s installment of “Click!” (Page 136.) She’s 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 she’ll get lucky enough to hitch a ride with Peter Fonda, Dennis
Hopper, and Jack Nicholson!
If you’ve never seen a girl pee (I haven’t) you finally have
your opportunity. This month’s Penthouse features Jasmine Raff. (Page
115.) She does an exemplary job of showing exactly how a girl goes to
the bathroom. When she’s not pissing all over the place, she poses with
a dildo rammed up her cunt. When she’s not got a dildo stuck in her
cunt, she’s sucking on it! My only disappointment was that she didn’t
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. She’s forgotten to put her
clothes on, even though she’s on the front of a nationally-distributed
magazine! But she did, at least, slip on a pair of socks. They’re
blue. They look nice and soft. And she’s kneeling on a big, pink
blanket. I’m glad Hustler managed to snap a picture of her before she
got that blanket around her.
Oh. Now I know why she’s nude. She’s staring into the camera,
rubbing her bottom. She’s been spanked, and can’t wear her panties--
they’d 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. “Watch women watch
men with infants,” Hustler writes. “Primal, 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.” This is because, “oftentimes, women associate erotic
experiences with birth and child-rearing.” (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 wouldn’t have noticed me. It was like they
were saying, “Wow. I like you. You’re virile.” They obviously thought
he was my son. Unfortunately the little boy wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 “Holistic Hootch.” (Page
86.) It features a cute (black) girl and a studly white male. In this
case the black girl looks fine; even though she’s black, you don’t
really notice it. Maybe she’s 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! They’re very well posed. You’ll really enjoy seeing this girl’s
lips spread wide, sucking the man down her throat. It sort of reminds
me of a photo of Playboy’s Dorothy Mays, sucking her thumb. (A Playmate
in the late 70’s.)
As for the girl on the cover, she’s also this month’s
centerfold. Her name is “Rosie.” She bills herself as a “Star
Fucker.” (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 ‘slim-pickings,’ 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: “What’s 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.”
holy joe replies: This zine is dedicated to the proposal that
‘girls are good.’ (Even when they’re being bad!) No matter who they
like, and no matter what they choose to do together, it’s okay by me,
provided it’s done in a loving spirit. (Personally, other than coitus,
I don’t recommend doing anything that can’t 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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See pictures of her NOW, before they’re even published in Playboy !
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(text slightly altered by holy joe.)
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late one irish night
by John A. Douglas
Sean O’Casey 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...
“Until 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.”
- Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, by Brenda Love, pg. 184.
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