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LEONARDO: THE INSIDE STORY!
by holy joe
As you know, many actors have a “stage name” that is different
from their real name. Such is the case with Titanic’s Leonardo
DiCaprio.
When he was born, Leonardo’s mother, who had wanted a girl,
took one look at him and said, “You’re a dope.” She wanted to name him
Dope.
But Leonardo’s father said, “Honey, we can’t name him Dope.
Let’s name him Leonardope.”
And so that was his name, Leonardope DiCaprio.
When he grew up, Leonardope moved to Hollywood. He became an
actor. His agent said his name was too long, however, and suggested
shortening it. He had Leonardope change his name to Leonardope Di.
Unfortunately people confused Leonardope Di with Princess Di.
The Queen even called him once, and asked him if he was being a dutiful
wife to Prince Charles. (She didn’t want her son to wind up like
Clinton.)
So Leonardope changed his name again. He went back to using
his old last name, and shortened his first name instead. He became
Leonardo DiCaprio. Admittedly, it’s not as short and sweet a name as
holy joe, but it did get him a job on the Titanic.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 411
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Nine
“You were practically a topless dancer in my club tonight,” Ben
told her. “I could lose my license for having that kind of
entertainment in my club. This is a conservative town.”
“Yes,” Kate said quietly. She knew it was. It bored the Hell
out of her.
“I told you to get your shorts off,” Ben told her. His voice
sounded severe. Kate wriggled them down a little, until all of her bush
showed. Still she wondered if she shouldn’t try to escape this man.
WHACK! The cane came down solidly on the bed. “Get them
completely off!” Ben growled at her. “I have to teach you a lesson for
being a bad girl in my club. Do you want extra swats?”
“N-No,” Kate gulped. She had thought the bed was about to lose
all its stuffing the way Ben had brought the cane down on it. Quickly
she yanked her shorts down the rest of the way, to her knees, and then
she sat back bare-bottomed on the coverlet of the bed and pulled them
down her calves to her feet. The woman, still nameless, came to the
bedside and leaned in over it and took hold of Kate’s shorts and removed
them completely from her. She folded them and put them in a dresser
drawer. The dresser had phials of lubricant and condoms on top of it.
It sat next to the wall. Dangling above the dresser, hung up on the
wall, were the whips and rattans and other implements, from which Ben
had chosen to take down the cane.
“Bend over. Show me your ass. You seem to enjoy wriggling it
around a lot,” Ben said to Kate. She looked at him and entertained a
defiant air on her face for a moment. Then, seeing he could be even
more steely eyed than she, Kate got on all fours on the bed again.
“God, what an ass!” Ben said. “I knew you had a sassy girlish
tush but It’s truly a work of art!” He walked up close to the bed and
stared at her behind. Kate bent her head down into the pillow at the
head of the bed and let his gaze linger over her heinie. “Have you ever
had anyone punish it before?” he asked finally.
Kate prayed her nose wouldn’t grow and answered, “No.” She
sensed something grow in him, as he stood behind her.
“I’ll try not to hit you too hard,” he said. But she sensed in
his rough voice that he might have difficulty restraining himself.
Kate glanced at the woman. She stood a little behind Ben with
her eyes lowered and her hands folded in front of her. They rested on
her pussy. She had a tight dress on and her hair had obviously been
elaborately prepared at a beauty salon for her evening’s work. She had
lovely brown hair that was curled and coiffed and piled up in abundance
on top of her head, with an excess that hung loosely in curls round her
face and down to the collar of her dress. It was a choker dress, with a
built in choker that wrapped her neck as tightly as it wrapped her
hips. It was sleeveless but she wore opera length gloves on her arms to
cover them. Her bust was substantial but not enormous. She had long
black boots that covered her legs, which would have otherwise been bare
for her dress was very short. Still, despite the length of her boots
her thighs showed their white tops, between the place where the boots
ended and her skirt stopped. Kate felt that if the woman threw her hips
forward her skirt would rise enough to show her crotch. But, of course,
the woman stood meekly, waiting for any instructions Ben might have for
her. Kate was glad the woman was not staring at her bare bottom. The
woman had met her and Ben at the door with lowered eyes and she had been
quiescent throughout, showing no emotion. Kate didn’t like having her
present but she realized it was necessary. Her master, Ben, couldn’t be
expected to assist her in all her little wants and troubles. The woman
was there to attend to Kate’s needs, and to heed Ben’s orders.
Kate felt confident. She knew the cane would hurt but she
wanted to be hurt a little, to feel her bottom glowing with stings
delivered by her master. Then the quiet slavewoman he owned would
pamper her afterward, perhaps cuddling her, certainly rubbing salve and
ointment into her bottom so it could be saved and healed and used again
by her master.
And, Kate knew, when her ass was streaked and red Ben would
mount her from behind and shove himself into her, taking her in
whichever hole pleased him, and she would feel very owned and complete
with him shafting himself so deeply into her. Already Kate could see
that he was quite big in his pants and she wanted to ask him to take
himself out, so she could see what awaited her. But she was afraid she
might sound like a slut asking, so instead she lifted her hand to her
face and balled it into a fist and bit it.
“Are you frightened?” Ben asked.
“Wouldn’t you be?” Kate replied. But, biting her fist and
showing her pearl-white teeth as she did, Kate knew she was only
frightened of herself. Why did she want so to be a slave? To be used
by a man and penetrated by him? Shouldn’t she want a nice boy her own
age? This man had lines on his face. Yet, as he stared at her, his
eyes growing colder, she knew why she wanted him. Because he would be
sweeter to her, and tougher on her as well. A college boy might blanch
at striking her bottom with a cane, if he even owned one. But Ben
wouldn’t. Yet, after he’d punished her, she was sure he would see that
she was exquisitely pampered. Kate felt her legs trembling at the
succor she’d be given after her beating. She guessed a penthouse like
this had hot baths and steam rooms and massage tables. Ben’s servant
would be utterly selfless in nursing her back to health. For every
stroke of the cane she suffered she would be given numerous kisses and
blandishments. Ben might even shower her with gifts. Rings, diamonds,
all was possible with a man of wealth like him.
Ben eyed Kate’s tushy. It was round and high and had a cleft
splitting the twin creamy cheeks that made his penis strain in his
pants. Kate’s face was cherubic and she looked so very young for her
age, more like a high school girl or even, if one were willing to let
the perversion enter one’s mind, a well-endowed eighth-grade girl in
junior high. Her body was small but her breasts hung down like ripe
fruit, big and swollen, perfect udders for a female cow in a barn full
of human girls made to perform like animals.
For, he knew, that’s where she was headed. He had lied to her
in the car and he hated himself for it. He was deeply in debt and only
by finding girls like Kate and selling them could he hope to escape. An
Arab trader was offering substantial sums for white females. But they
had to be trained. The Arab expected each girl to be wise in all
matters sexual, and to be willing to submit to whatever tortures might
take his fancy. He was building an English manor home in the Arabian
desert, and when it was complete he wished to stock the home and its
grounds with young women. Ben made a note to himself to make sure Kate
was well made-up before presenting her to the Sultan. He might balk if
she looked too young. But he was sure once the Sultan had paid for her
he’d find himself pleased, provided she was trained and completely
broken in and didn’t offer him any resistance. Ben knew he should have
found an older female at the nightclub and wondered, in a moment of
uncertainty, if he shouldn’t take Kate back and find someone else. She
was too young! his conscience admonished him. The Sultan would be
displeased and refuse to buy her, or pay for her and then want his money
back when Kate was stripped of her makeup.
Yet Ben knew he himself liked the youngest girls best. And
Kate had been so daring and sexy. He hadn’t been able to resist taking
her. Now she was staring up at him from the bed, watching him flex his
long cane and pass it over his open palm. He knew that because of her
wonderful breasts she’d be put to work in the Sultan’s barn. The Sultan
kept tall leggy models, with their traditionally small chests, for his
leisure and entertainment inside his quarters. But with a new manor
home, complete with a barn, the Sultan had told Ben that he wanted girls
to be cows. He desired big-breasted girls, girls he could have his
leggy models sit beside, bare-bottomed on little wooden stools, and
pretend to milk. A female like Kate would kneel in the hay, her head
caught and locked in a wooden stock, while the leggy model sat beside
her and worked her breasts. Kate would cry out as she felt her breasts
handled like objects, mere udders whose only duty would be to espress
milk.
MAGAZINE REVIEW
by holy joe
Hustler’s TABOO, Vol. 1, No. 4, $6.99. 96 page, full-color magazine.
Glossy, full color cover. Web: http://www.tabookink.com
Review: On its cover, TABOO boasts that it contains “The most
bizarre filth and kink on any newsstand.”
Hustler is indeed the first major, well-known publisher to
distribute a bondage magazine to America’s newsstands. However, far
from being a magazine focusing on “filth”, TABOO is a magazine that is
done in very good taste.
This issue’s theme is the corset. The cover features a model
who has been in various Playboy Newsstand Special magazines. She has an
extremely thin waist. Apparently, TABOO believes this makes her an
ideal candidate for modelling corsets. However, in my opinion, a girl’s
waist can be too thin as well as too wide. As far as I’m concerned,
this model is simply a girl with a waist that’s too narrow. I’m not
especially impressed with her. Admittedly, though, a too-narrow waist
is more attractive than my tire-sized tummy!
Have you ever had the lights go out, unexpectedly? In such a
situation you may discover the following: Your flashlight has dead
batteries. You have a candle, and a match, but no place to put the
candle once it’s been lit.
TABOO shows you what to do. In addition to cooking, cleaning,
and keeping you away from Monica Lewinsky, a good wife can also serve as
a candle holder! In the pictorial “Burning Flesh”, various (wonderfully
young) girls show you where to put your lit candle: into their mouth,
their cunt, between their toes, and into their bottom! My favorite
picture in this pictorial features a nervous-looking brunette, clad only
in long black stockings and pumps, on her hands and knees. She has a
lit candle in her ass. One can almost hear the chuckle of guys sitting
around playing cards:
“Lucky for us your wife was home when the lights went out,” one
guy says to another.
“Yep. I knew she was good for something,” her husband replies.
(Don’t worry. When they need more beer I’m sure they’ll let
her get up!)
Of course, the best pictorial in this issue is “Amanda and
Flower: Lessons Learned the Hard Way”. Flower is a young, submissive
brunette. Amanda is her very blonde, very young mistress. Watch with
delight as Amanda spanks Flower, uses Flower’s tongue as a shoe-shine
rag, and puts nipple clamps on her! The best photo in this set, for an
ass-man like me, shows little Flower with her face jammed into her
mistress’ bottom.
The nice thing about the “Amanda and Flower” pictorial is that
there is lots of kissing between the girls. It’s always nice to see
kissing, it shows that the dominant truly loves her submissive, and that
the submissive loves her mistress. Another fine thing about this
pictorial is that it takes place in an expensive mansion. Even as you
see these two girls doing such nasty things, you are able to admire a
crystal chandelier, ancient hardwood furniture, and well-polished silver
plate.
I didn’t find this issue quite as exciting as previous issues,
but it is still the most arousing magazine I get.
Eating Rainbows For Breakfast
by Will Dockery
Fireworks shook the street,
shook Broadway,
shook Shadowville.
Nirvana eyeballs,
it's the eyes that always capture my heart.
She's still so sweet in her own dark little way.
He stands with her as she shows him
her harmonic fractal insect.
He proceeds rightly
And with purpose.
and I think of you, sweet lady,
who has come into my life and disappeared.
>From another level,
up a step,
as if you knew what you did.
Fireworks shook the street,
shook Broadway,
shook Shadowville.
He's black.
That tells me something.
He built castles made of sand,
sees rainbows at night,
and I think of her
when the sand slips under your toes.
As I sit out this night,
with you,
in the first place I ever went with her.
Yeah, darlin', a bright little planet that winks at me,
keep on smiling as the times just keep on changin'.
And change is good,
change can be sweet.
Embattled once again,
remembering they drove her out too, her words rattle,
I smell frying peaches, and she was cute.
Fireworks shook the streets,
shook Broadway,
shook Shadowville.
AND IN THE END...
THE PERFECT WIFE
“Few appreciated the central significance of the new princess;
she was young and unformed, with enormous potential for growth.”
- Newsweek, September 15, 1997, pg. 37 (on Princess Diana).
(Hence, Prince Charles should marry an 8-year-old girl next! - h.j.)
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