Message-ID: <12468eli$9806241156@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 380 Passions Playpen NND g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35902BAF.608@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------ -Back issues (and stories): type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen. Next, Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the box that appears. 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Work by others copyright 1998 by the respective copyright holder. -END OF 380 EMISSION 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! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----