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SHORT AND SEXY !!!
Now and then I ask a girl if she’d like to be a model.
Invariably, her answer is the same: “I can’t be a model. I’m too
short!” 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. Let’s say you’re a teen.
You have a cute face, big boobs, a nice ass, a slim waist, and long
legs. But you’re 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 you’ll never be a
“runway model,” which is probably true. But that doesn’t mean you can’t
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 “runway model.” But that doesn’t stop me from jacking off to
them! In fact, most guys I’ve talked to don’t give a hoot about “runway
models.” Do you know who looks at runway models? Fags, mostly, because
that’s who sits around runways, watching the models walk back and
forth. And here’s an even more interesting fact: the fags aren’t
looking at the girls. They’re 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 “runway models”? Women. Runway models
appear on the covers of magazines like Women’s 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 you’re on the cover of
Redbook. How exciting, eh?
Since I’m a hobo, some girls reading this will think I’m just
fibbing, or trying to lead them astray. So, girls, let me offer you
proof. It’s on your newsstand now. It’s:
Playboy’s Book of Lingerie, $6.95. July/August 1998. A Playboy
‘Newsstand Special’ magazine. Playboy: http://www.playboy.com
Review: Lots of guys voted in a contest to determine who was
the prettiest Playboy’s Newsstand Special girl. (Formally known as the
“Readers’ Choice Model of the Year.”) The winner has just been
announced, and is on the cover of this issue of Playboy’s Lingerie.
It’s Alley Baggett!
Alley Baggett is 5 feet 2 inches tall. That’s right. That’s
not a typo. She’s short -- 5 feet 2 inches. But, nonetheless, despite
stiff (ahem) competition, she was voted the prettiest girl of all! And
here’s 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 who’s “too short,”
eh?
Now I know some guys who are reading this are wondering: Why
didn’t Tiffany Taylor win? After all, even though I like Alley, it’s
Tiffany that I myself voted for. You will also notice that, not only
didn’t Tiffany Taylor not win, she isn’t even in this issue of Playboy’s
Lingerie! What happened?!
The answer is simple. It’s been a well-guarded secret, but I
guess it’s time that I revealed it: Tiffany Taylor isn’t in this issue
of Playboy’s Lingerie because she’s 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 they’re 7 months pregnant!
Well, that’s the case with Tiffany. She might have won the
contest but, wouldn’t you know, she fell in love with me. And, sure
enough, being a penniless hobo, I managed to get her pregnant. Now
she’s slated to have twins -- two girls. I guess all you guys who were
lusting to see Tiffany in this month’s Playboy’s 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,
there’s:
Playboy’s Girlfriends, $6.95. First issue. A Playboy ‘Newsstand
Special’ magazine. Playboy: http://www.playboy.com
(NOTE: I got a ‘sneak preview’ of Playboy’s 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 Playboy’s 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 ‘faux fucking’ 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! It’s great! As for myself, I bought two
copies, just in case I have an accident with one of them. Hopefully
Playboy’s Girlfriends will be the first in a long series of girl-girl
issues.
(Not that I’ll 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
Passion’s 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 midsummer’s 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
mother’s: never take off your panties. Except for a bath, alone, or
bedtime, after a day’s studies. But no, Kate had disobeyed. And not
once but quite a few times. And this time, now, she saw the wisdom of
her mother’s 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 Kate’s 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, Kate’s
twin nipples remained firmly upraised. They offered themselves like
young firm udders on a cow, except she was not a cow and cow’s udders
did not get clamped by spring-loaded clamps. ‘Oh, if only I were a cow,
at least my udders would be big and possibly able to stand it,’ 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. ‘Keep your bra on. Boys will want to take it off but you must
tell them ‘no’ and keep it on,’ Kate’s 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 Kate’s, just a soft little swell above her pubic hair, indented by
an ‘innie’ navel, but Cindy was aghast that she might be tortured.
“No! My baby!” Cindy cried, spying the clamps and the crop.
Marie swung at the redhead’s ass but, perhaps wilfully, she
missed the girl, letting the whip simply whisk past her, the tips almost
grazing her jiggly bottom.
“Up against the wall!” 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, “Young 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 I’m a little jealous of
how the men stare at you, of how they hunger to make sure you’re
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.
“Oh, 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.”
Marie laughed. Despite Marie’s dark hair, Kate thought herself
behind Blondage, the performers with their tawny bodies and fierce
smiles. When Kate met Trent he’d had a Blondage calendar on his wall,
“Double Trouble.” Kate was sure that’s 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 Kate’s 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.
“Ooooh, it’s so long!” 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.
“You girls may touch it if you wish,” Marie laughed. “Although
you’ll soon be feeling it far more than you can bear, I assure you.”
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 couldn’t help picking it up, sharing it in her hands with
Cindy, feeling the length of it and its hardness.
“It’s going to hurt very badly,” 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.
“It looks... very powerful,” Kate said to Cindy, her voice
whisper-soft, in awe of the implement. “How shall we bear it?”
“I am an aspiring writer and am taking a creative writing class
in high school,” writes Brooke Stromback. “My 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.”
Someone New with Power
by Brooke Stromback
Look back at how you treated me
now that it’s over and done
maybe you’ll see just how I feel
after this is over and done
Now look who has the power
don’t think of crawling back
‘cause now I’m 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 don’t think your tears would glisten
Maybe I over-reacted about the things
that have happened to me
but when they happen every day
it’s 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 who’s 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 ?
“This 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.”
- 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 daughters’ education. Send in your bid and help the children!
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