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“How can young girls be helped to find their way through the
taboos and conventions of society and learn to cope?”
- David Hamilton (The Age of Innocence, pg. 1)
hmmm. this sounds like a job for...
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Hamilton? Sturges?
http://www.amazon.com
Issue No. 361
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter One
Her lover, whose name was Mark but who seemed suddenly less
important in her life, drew away his coat, leaving Kate standing quite
obviously handcuffed before the woman in the delicate evening gown with
the slightly artificial smile and the eyes that seemed to pierce right
into her.
“May I keep these?” Mark asked.
The woman, who seemed not really to acknowledge Kate as a
person but rather to evaluate her, as one might a horse or a piece of
meat in a shop, looked past Kate at her lover.
“Her panties?” the woman laughed. “Of course. I can see that
she’s ready.” The woman took Kate by the arm, tugging on it as if it
weren’t bound tightly behind her and making Kate wince. She walked Kate
quickly across the living room and although Kate was quite surprised and
frightened by it all, her legs moving fast to keep up with the woman,
who dragged her along beside her, the pumps of both their feet clacking
quite noticeably on the hardwood floor, Kate saw that the room was
decorated quite nicely. It had all the touches a woman might want,
flowing drapes and patterned couches and chairs, with flowers in a vase
and, along one wall, a shelf with knick-knacks competing with each other
for their owner’s attention.
Beyond the shelf full of wooden, painted knick-knacks they
went, the dolls and the dish with the scene painted into its face, into
another room where, to Kate’s heartsinking surprise, they met other
guests, some dressed like the woman and some, younger and more casual,
dressed for dancing and partying like Kate was.
“This is Kate,” the woman said to the guests. Kate felt their
eyes apprizing her and all she could think was how beautiful they all
were, both the men and the women. They stood round each other sipping
drinks and their conversation, as they looked at Kate, continued ever so
casually, as if it were nothing to see a young woman handcuffed and
gagged with her own underwear.
The woman, whose name Kate only learned later was named Maria,
turned Kate to face her. The woman, even in grabbing her, had a kind,
soft, gentle touch, only her extra-long fingernails digging a little
into Kate’s skin. Yet within the gentleness, perhaps imbuing it with
the strength which Kate felt impelling her as she stood and was handled
by the woman, was a need to dominate and possess her. It was similar to
the need she felt in her lover and he stood behind her, almost guarding
her, as Maria began unbuttoning the buttons on Kate’s blouse.
Kate tried to draw back but her lover caught her and held her
by both her arms. Maria smiled and continued unbuttoning. “You will
not have any privacy here, dear,” she said simply. “You must get used
to it.”
Kate’s blouse gave way to the pressure of her large bosoms and,
looking down and watching, she saw them spill out into the open view of
everyone in the room. Her little vest was too small and fashionable to
hide them in any way, and it had no buttons, for that was the style at
the moment.
“Oh, they are beautiful! Look at these bosoms!” Maria
declared. She turned Kate so that everyone in the room could see her
breasts. They were white and had lovely pink nipples whose stems had
already risen in the carriage, when Kate was forced to remove her
panties. The guests, there were not more than half a dozen of them,
drew close and one woman, lifting a finger and lightly brushing Kate’s
erect nipple, said, “How lovely it would be to clamp them.”
“Oh, we will do many things with such wonderful breasts as
these!” Maria said. She cupped Kate’s breasts and handled them,
squeezing them and lifting them and weighing them in her palms. Then,
reaching back and inserting her fingers between Kate’s handcuffed wrists
and arms, she found the zipper to Kate’s skirt and she unzipped it
without saying anything, as if Kate were simply a doll to be undressed
as her owner pleased. “Let’s get started right away,” Maria said, not
really speaking at all to Kate but rather to her assembled guests.
Maria got the zipper down most of the way and then, blocked by Kate’s
wrists, she simply yanked Kate’s partly-unzipped skirt down her thighs.
Kate felt her steel-manacled wrists bang against the soft
roundness of her bare bottom. Someone loosened the bow which held her
ponytail and her hair escaped from it and fell freely down around her
shoulders. Kate wanted to cry out but with her bra stuffed in her mouth
she knew how silly she would look, mumbling over her bra, so she held
her lips closed instead and remained quiet. The guest felt her breasts
now as Maria had, and bent round behind Kate to catch a glimpse of her
bottom. A few left her breasts altogether, they found her ass so
gloriously inviting, and went completely round behind her to have a
look.
“Bend forward, Kate. Your hands are in the way and I want to
see you,” Maria told the girl. She pushed Kate’s shoulders down and
Kate felt her blonde hair fall round her face as she was made to stoop,
straight-legged, toward the floor. A few of the women held on to her
breasts, letting her bend forward however, and one pinched her nipple,
making Kate cry out.
Maria lifted Kate’s wrists. She gazed freely at Kate’s round,
bent-over bottom and Kate felt the woman’s fingers prise themselves
between her cheeks. These fingers, which had no doubt just before
Kate’s arrival been nibbling at cheeses and crackers, now dug into
Kate’s anus and tested the tightness of her sphincter.
Kate mewled like a cat being forcibly dipped into water.
Maria slapped her bottom. “Be good, Kate. I am only finding
out how tight you are,” Maria said. As Kate stared at her toes, bent
over with Maria’s fingers invading her bottom, her nails scratching her,
though Maria tried to be careful, Kate heard Maria ask her lover: “You
have not taken her in back at all, have you?”
Kate’s lover cleared his throat, as a man does when he must
admit some failing. “No. She would not let me.” He coughed. “I am
much older than she is and I thought...”
“You are a true gentleman. But one can be too much of a
gentleman at times,” Maria told Kate’s lover. “It is no matter.
Sometimes it takes a woman to show a man what is necessary. She is 19?
Good. A child I might allow some liberties but she is old enough for it
and must be trained to take a cock in her bottom, whether she wishes it
or not.”
Kate felt Maria’s fingers withdraw from her hole and the
woman’s free hand, which had been supporting her belly, now smoothed
down between her thighs and clutched quite frankly at her cunny. “She
has never given birth? No abortions? She is not a virgin, is she?”
Kate jerked and yelped. “No,” she heard Maria say, sticking a finger up
her private and feeling around inside. “Good. She is fresh and young
and ready for all life has to offer!”
Maria pulled Kate upright and drew the young woman,
stiff-legged and a little panicky, over to a table with a tray of
crackers and cheese on it. But instead of being offered a cracker, as
she’d hoped, for she was suddenly hungry and not at all interested in
seeing what followed the social hour, Kate saw Maria open a little pill
box and take out a powder blue pill. She picked up a cup of wine, which
a man, reaching gallantly out, filled quickly from a bottle.
“Come, dear, let’s make sure you’ve had your Pill so there are
no complaints afterward,” Maria said to the girl. And, indeed, as Kate
opened her mouth, and Maria, to laughter from the crowd, drew out the
lacy bra, Kate realized she’d forgotten her Pill, either because she
felt she and her lover were not serious enough, or because she wished to
be very serious with her lover, and bear a child for him. As Kate was
given the pill, which she accepted by hesitantly protruding her tongue,
she could not remember which of the reasons she’d had for not taking her
pill, but it was no matter now for the one she was given was forced down
by a mouthful of wine which Maria poured down her throat.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Playboy’s Sexy Girls Next Door, $6.95. Newsstand Special magazine.
Web: http://www.playboy.com
Review: Today I got my groceries packed at the grocery store
by a girl who was reasonably attractive. She wasn’t spectacular, but
not too bad either. And I was thinking to myself, “Too bad she’s not
prettier.” (Since, after all, I want all girls to look as pretty as
possible.)
There’s a simple mistake this girl made which, if rectified,
would greatly improve her looks. Do you know what it is? She had short
hair. If only she grew her hair as long as possible, she would look
much, much prettier. Of course, to work at the grocery, she would
probably need to pin up her long hair. (If she had it.) But this in
itself is a great asset. Pinned-up long hair is as cute as long hair
itself!
If you are a girl, or know one, please tell them this: grow
your hair as long as you can. Grow it all the way down to your waist,
if possible. If you’re already quite attractive, you can ignore my
advice. But if you’ve been shortchanged in any way in the beauty
department, being only reasonably attractive, growing your hair long is
a good way to make yourself prettier.
Another good thing you can do, if you’re a girl, and want more
attention from guys, is to join a health club. Make sure it’s a club
that includes men. Invest in one of those sexy little ‘half-tees’ that
they sell at the health club. You know, the kind that looks like a
t-shirt, but is barely bigger than a bra. If you’re a girl, and aren’t
fat, you probably have a slim back. Even if your tits aren’t very big,
you’ll still look good in a small little ‘half-tee.’ That’s because
your slim back is itself very sexy.
Yet another idea I have is for you to buy a magazine like this
one: Playboy’s Sexy Girls Next Door. You might say, “What?! You want
me to buy men’s pornography?!”
Not any pornography. I didn’t say, “Go buy Hustler,” did I?
Buy one of the Playboy Newsstand Specials. Two of them come out every
month, usually about the third week of the month. You can buy at least
one of the issues every month at Barnes and Noble. You can buy both
issues each month at Waldenbooks.
Why do I recommend that you buy and read the Playboy Newsstand
Specials? Well, first of all, these are classy magazines. They
concentrate as much on what the girls are wearing as on what they’re
exposing. Second, unlike, say, Playboy magazine itself, there aren’t
any articles in these Newsstand Special magazines. You get page after
page of girls, which is what you’re looking for.
Lots of guys read Playboy. (Or, rather, look at it.) It helps
to know what guys are interested in, if you want them to be interested
in you. Consider this: Arnold Schwarzenegger used to put up posters in
his bedroom of (almost) nude bodybuilders. People would be surprised,
seeing his posters. Was Arnold gay? Nope. He wanted, he said, to know
what the best men in the world looked like, so he could look just like
them. It worked. By applying Arnold’s strategy to your own life, you
can know what the best-looking girls look like. Then you’ll know what
image a guy has in his mind’s eye when he’s looking at you. If you
match the image of what he wants, he’ll fall for you. If not, you’ve
either got to change yourself, or change him. (Don’t count on the
latter strategy working.)
“Playboy’s Sexy Girls Next Door,” subtitled “Naughty Naked
Neighbors”, continues a photographic method pioneered by Playboy in
their magazine, “Playboy’s Real Sex.” (A Newsstand Special issue that
came out in January.) These photos are hot! The camera zooms in on a
girl as she displays herself in a compromising position. Yet, at the
same time, the photos remain tasteful. There are a lot of shots of
girls’ privates, covered by translucent panties. These, to me, look
much sexier than, say, the Penthouse approach of ‘letting it all hang
out.’
I once spoke to a girl and told her, “You look very pretty.
You should be a model.” Her reply? “I couldn’t be a runway model!”
(She was too short for that.) So I told her, “You should pose for
Playboy.” She considered me a creep and never spoke to me again.
Girls, let me tell you something. Guys are not interested in
runway models. They are too tall, and their tits are too small. What
guys want are the girls you see in Playboy! If you look like the girls
in Playboy (almost all of whom are too short to be runway models), you
are quite attractive! Don’t sell yourself short. Don’t think you need
to look like a ‘super model’ to be considered beautiful.
Take Jenny McCarthy, for instance. Jenny is not tall. She
looks terrific, but she isn’t tall. In fact, not only is Jenny not
tall, she has boobs that aren’t real. And, in my opinion, her face is
only average. Guess what she has, though? Long hair. It doesn’t hang
down to her waist, but it is long. Jenny McCarthy, because she grew her
hair long, improved her bosom, and was willing to pose naked for
Playboy, is now highly successful. The girl I spoke to isn’t. She
works in a chicken joint, serving fried chicken. Yet, the girl in the
chicken joint has the following attributes: a much prettier face than
Jenny McCarthy. Real bosoms (big ones, too) instead of fake ones. A
perfect body. But, alas, while Jenny is living the high life in L.A.,
the girl I spoke to is slinging chicken.
Girls lose their looks faster than guys. There is only a
limited amount of time, girls, in which you’re going to look your best.
Whenever I see photos of a woman who is, say, in her late 20’s, already
her tits are sagging. So, don’t wait! If you want to be recognized for
your beauty, do it now! You’ll have plenty of time to be a doctor,
lawyer, or whatever else you want to be in life. But if you want to be
renowned for your beauty, it’s important to get started early. Call up
David Hamilton or, if you’re older, send some photos to Playboy. And if
a large, fat guy who’s forgotten his underarm deodorant suggests you
should be a model, don’t be offended. Don’t think he’s a creep. It’s
guys like him who, buying these magazines every month, make sure Playboy
stays in business!
Playboy’s Nude Playmates, $6.95. Newsstand Special magazine. Web:
http://www.playboy.com
Review: I can hear it now. Somewhere a beautiful young girl
is saying, “Okay! I want to pose nude! But how will I look?”
Well, if you’re 12, here’s how you’ll look: open Playboy’s
Nude Playmates to page 70. Wow! Ivana Krstuloviae is the sexiest girl
in this issue, in my opinion. Not only does she have a wonderfully
childish appearance, but she’s so sexily posed: shaving her pubic
hair! (Actually, if you look closely, you can see that she’s just
trimming it. Her pubic bush is below where her razor is touching.) I’m
not in favor of girls shaving off their pubic hair, but I must admit
that a photo of it, pretending, is very, very exciting!
If you’re older, and well-endowed, you can easily imagine
yourself looking like Alesha Oreskovich. (Page 81.) Just take off your
clothes, hop on your bed, open a book in front of your pussy and
presto! You’re now a nude model! Don’t worry if your mom gets upset,
seeing you doing your homework buck naked. Alesha, in addition to being
a Playboy Playmate, is a straight A student! You know why: she doesn’t
need to waste any time worrying about boys, with all those guys lusting
over her in Playboy. I’m sure a quick trip out her front door gets her
all the guys she needs. They’re probably waiting in line outside,
praying she’ll take a break from her studies!
There’s probably still some girl somewhere who’s not convinced
she should be a nude model. Please, buy this issue! Take a look at
this girl: Angel Boris. Angel has dumb short hair. Her tits are too
small. Her legs are too short. Her thighs are too fat. Yet, because
she decided to take off her clothes for Playboy, she’s now on Beverly
Hills 90210. For all I know, she’s sleeping with Brendan! If that’s
not a good enough reason for a girl to pose naked, I don’t know what is.
de te FABULA NARRATOR
by Kelley Brandyberry
Make me your obsession
And I’ll make you my religion
Let me live a thousand lives
And every breath belongs to you
AND IN THE END...
“To me the greatest gift that a person can give is to share the
beauty which is contained in the contours and textures of their body,
their mind and their spirit.”
- Model R.S., writing to David Hamilton (Ibid., inside flap, back
cover.)
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