Message-ID: <12524eli$9806261344@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 381 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: <3592E1DC.5AC6@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- THIS ISSUE: THE ULTIMATE DREAMGIRL ! And Why Feminism Must Die Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 381 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Four The girls’ nipples stuck out from their chests, hard as the crop itself. Their breasts ballooned from their chests, springy in their heaviness, moving with each frightened breath. Kate looked at the crop and then at Cindy and then back at the crop again. “Try... try to squeeze your cheeks after it hits,” Cindy said. “That will make the sting wash off you a little. Squeeze. Squeeze your bottom cheeks and try to think of anything else, anything else at all.” Kate felt tears well in her eyes. She might have been back at college, enjoying the day and doing her studies, but instead she’d decided to flirt with her boyfriend, and he’d brought her to this awful barn. Now even he couldn’t help her. Even he had misjudged Marie. He was naked and captive, and she was too. A shudder. A movement. Kate felt her bottom squirming behind her. Oh, how could it move about so at such an inopportune moment? Yet Kate felt her hips take on a life of their own. They swayed gently from side to side, even though her feet were firmly planted on the floor. And with them moved her bulging white bottom, its cheeks tense, compressed and then opening a little, tentatively, then jamming together again, so fearful. Between her legs Kate felt an awful desire to touch herself. She clung to the crop in her hands as if it were a totem preserving her modesty. And Cindy too, despite being a new mother, pregnant with child, was similarly afflicted. Her breasts shifted impatiently inside her babydoll nightie as her bottom gyrated behind her, inviting attention. Her fingers stoked the long, deadly crop, but Kate got the impression they did it out of distraction now, no longer curious, just hoping to keep occupied lest they dive between Cindy’s legs and earn her extra cuts for frigging herself. And behind them, watching them inspect the instrument of their doom, stood Marie. Her long hair remained efficiently pinned up, like the hair of a coach ready for a game. Her tawny body moved with catlike grace whenever she moved a limb. Her slumbrous breasts hung heavily in front of her, their nipples febrile, demanding attention. Kate and Cindy were all softness and peaches and cream, but Marie was slim and hard like the crop. A man might have felt pity on Kate and Cindy, the college girl and the new mother, both so young and innocent. But not Marie. She regarded them both as young women. While she might pamper them inside, to tease them and please the men, out here, in the barn, she saw them as nothing but female animals. She was not fooled by their beauty or their feminine affectations. They were flesh and bone just like any creature and, being a woman, she knew what a woman could take. Really take. You had to expect the most from a girl, in her opinion, if she were to be properly trained. Letting a girl slide or give less than her best or less than she was capable of led to feminine weakness. Marie did not take kindly to weakness. Men spent too much time treasuring and cherishing the female body, in her opinion. Females were strong. Stronger than men, perhaps, in endurance, and that’s what she intended to teach Kate and Cindy today. Marie moved behind Cindy. She grabbed handfuls of the girls hair. “I must pin up your hair for your whipping,” Marie said. Cindy, still clad in her baby doll, and striving to still her hips as she felt Marie grab up her hair, said, “Why?” A simple word. A babyish word, that a two-year-old speaks whenever it wants attention. Cindy still stroked the crop with curious fingers, Kate holding it for her. “Because I want to sight a few strokes into your back,” Marie said. VIDEO REVIEW by holy joe Hot Body Competition, Beverly Hills Wet T-Shirt Contest, $19.95. VHS, Color, 60 minutes. Copyright 1995. Distributed by The Chesapeake Group, Inc. For a free newsletter or catalogue, contact: H.B.I. (Hot Body International), 401 Levering Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90024; 1-800-336-4321. Web: http://www.hotbody.com Review: I bought this video about a year ago at the SunCoast video store. It is tediously boring, although the first time you watch it you might like it. As with all of the Hot Body videos, this one features the following: a bunch of girls, some pretty, some not, compete in a strip tease contest. Each girl walks on stage by herself and undresses. Then she walks off stage, and the next girl comes on stage. There is no girl-girl action, and the strip teases that you see are quite pedestrian. So, you may ask, why in God’s name am I wasting your time reviewing a video I don’t even like? There’s one reason: this video contains Stephanie Sumers, The Ultimate Dreamgirl! The strip tease competition in this video takes place at a Beverly Hills mansion. It takes place in the back yard of the mansion, next to a swimming pool. Stephanie Sumers is the fifth contestant. She walks ‘on stage’ (a makeshift stage, outdoors, with an inflated baby pool in the background). She begins by brushing her long, lustrous blonde hair, as the announcer intones (on the tape) that “Stephanie gets frustrated because everyone always says she looks like a little girl.” Indeed, Stephanie’s hair is arranged very prettily and coyly, like a little girl might arrange it. Also, she could easily be mistaken for a girl in high school or (God forbid!) junior high. In fact, though, Stephanie is as tall as the other girls and she has a Venus-perfect body. She has a cute face, long blonde hair, wonderful big bosoms, a totally flat (but soft!) tummy, and nice hips and legs. The only possible flaw I could detect on Stephanie is that, perhaps, her legs are a little short, making her ass appear fat. Other than that she is 100 percent perfect! Stephanie does a wholesome strip routine that is notable for its similarity to a strip routine that a shy, but precocious young girl might do. Then, after her strip routine is over, the tape takes you indoors where Stephanie does a private strip routine for your eyes only! This is the great part of the tape, and why I’m recommending it. Stephanie appears near the front door of her house, as if you’ve caught her indoors, home alone. She is naked except for a pair of white panties, white socks, and white sneakers. Also, stretched over her lovely big bosoms is a very small, very tight ‘crop top’ t-shirt. The great thing about her t-shirt is that it just barely covers her nipples. Just barely! The entire underside of each of her breasts is TOTALLY nude! Well, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happens next. Stephanie pops off her shirt, while looking with wide eyes toward the front door of her house. Then she slips behind a pillar next to the staircase of her home and takes off her panties. As she hides behind the pillar, she offers her panties to the camera and dangles them on the tips of her fingers. Then she drops them. Next, playing a quick game of ‘hide and seek,’ Stephanie peeks out from behind the pillar. Finally, she appears, gloriously naked except for her white socks and sneakers. Now she kneels on the floor and offers her bottom for anal fucking. Then she writhes back and forth, like a snake, as if she’s being happily fucked. The whole ‘fucking’ part has a very wholesome quality to it; she doesn’t yank her butt cheeks apart with her hands or anything like that. As you watch Stephanie, you are struck by how deliciously young she looks. Her whole body throws off an aura of perfect youthfulness. The ‘glow’ of her fantastically young (but perfectly voluptuous) body is itself enough to warrant the price of this tape! Another great thing about Stephanie is that her nipples are TOTALLY erect! This is no experienced slut, who’s stripped too many times to remember. Given how stiff her nipples are, this may be the first strip tease she’s ever done in her life! All too soon, Stephanie’s private indoor strip routine ends. As it ends, Stephanie mounts the staircase and begins walking upstairs. She looks totally happy, as if she’s going upstairs for more fucking. As the tape fades out, Stephanie’s beautiful big breasts bounce up and down with gay abandon as she goes up the stairs. That segment, which I’ve just described, is the sole reason to buy this tape. There is not really anything else of value on it, although you do get to gawk at the girls eating food before the contest, which I rather liked. Unfortunately the ‘girls eating’ segment is short, and they are all in bikinis, with no nudity. There is one other performer who is worth mentioning. She is also a blonde. She is slightly older than Stephanie and claims to like “chips and dips, chains and whips.” In her strip tease she ties a blindfold around her eyes. She is a bone-thin model, but has nice breasts despite her exquisite thinness. Were it not for Stephanie, this girl would be the best thing on this tape. Her name is Shauna Webster, known as “Sha Na Na,” and she is the eighth contestant. If you buy this tape, note that Stephanie reappears at the end of it. She is dressed in a darling ‘little girl’ bathing suit, a two-piece. Despite its resemblance to a swimsuit a child might wear, Stephanie’s bikini bra is the awesome ‘inverted triangle’ type, where the cups are almost too small to contain her bosoms. Stephanie holds up a small teddy bear and plays with it in front of the camera. You are struck by the fact that this is an authentic (but voluptuous!) young girl. This is no woman pretending to dress and pose like a little girl. Stephanie is IN FACT a ‘little girl,’ but happens to have a gloriously curvy body and to be (just barely) “legal.” All the time you are struck by her youthful poses and expressions. She still retains natural girlishness, and natural modesty, while having a body like Venus. Recently I was thinking about an article in TIME where Camille Paglia is described as saying the following: “It is men who are the weaker sex because they have remained eternally powerless over their desire for the female body. It is female sexuality... that is humanity’s greatest force.” (Time, June 29, 1998, pg. 58.) I was thinking of this quote with regard to the new Disney movie Mulan which (again, according to TIME) “has its Chinese heroine donning male military drag. ...Its lure is the image of girls kicking ass, being boylike.” (Time, June 29, 1998, pgs. 61, 62.) There is a picture by TIME of two girls (attempting) to show off their (nonexistent) biceps on pages 60 and 61. As you know, the whole push of the feminist movement is to make females into males. The perfect feminist female would be a woman drill sergeant. So, as I was walking along, I asked myself, “Joe, does Stephanie Sumers have power over you, because she’s sooooo sexy?” Of course, my answer was ‘yes.’ Then I asked myself, “And how about the perfect feminist female? The drill sergeant. Does she have any power over you?” Guess what my answer was? NO !!!! The drill sergeant has NO POWER at all over me. Any power she has is only a power of repulsion. I want to get away from her as fast as I can! I once knew a woman who confessed to me that she always wished she had been a boy, and liked boy things as a girl, playing cowboys, etc. When she grew up she joined the U.S. military. I have nothing against such a woman. But this woman has no power over me. Stephanie has enormous power over me. I think about Stephanie a lot. I would do most anything to be with Stephanie, particularly the 1995 version of her (or younger!) But, as for this woman who joined the military, she has no power over me. She is, in essence, just another man. If I wanted a man in my life, I’d choose to be a fag. This, to me, is the fundamental flaw of feminism. If feminism succeeds, “empowering” girls and women, it fails. Let us assume that, tomorrow morning, all the girls and women of America are magically transformed into perfect feminists. They are brassy, bossy, assertive, and have big muscles. NONE of those females would have ANY POWER WHATSOEVER over me. They might have coercive power, like a policeman does, but beyond that, they would be utterly powerless. There is another flaw in feminism. How many feminists are members of the Military Book Club? I’d venture to say that few, if any are. But lots of guys are. So, let us assume that tomorrow morning, all the women and girls become perfect feminists. As a result, they are powerless over men, except for their coercive power. BUT while guys like me are reading books about how to fight battles and win wars, these perfect feminists are sitting around having coffee. How long do you think their coercive power will last, if I know how to win a war and they only know how to chat and sip coffee? Feminism, as you can see, is doomed to fail. Instead of making females powerful, it strips them of their power. It perhaps equips them with coercive power, but since men like war and women don’t, and since men grow big muscles and women don’t, the idea that women can win in a game of coercive power is rubbish. As Katherine Tull, age 18, says in TIME: “Girl Power means you wear hot pants and a bra with some sequins on it.” That is exactly right. NO guy can go walking around in hot pants and a sequined bra, without looking ridiculous and making everyone think he’s a super faggot. But a girl can, and that is the essence of female power. Feminism has been, to quote David Horowitz (on the 60’s), “One bad trip by a destructive generation.” It’s time for feminism to go to the grave, where it belongs, and where it will ultimately end up anyway. --- “Up until recently I have had a string of girlfriends with cars to get me where I need to go,” writes Will Dockery. “But my current, and currently estranged, girlfriend has car trouble... so I don't have the exact same freedom of movement I once enjoyed.” Sky Song by Will Dockery Sky songs written with cloud and light, and numbers, look that up, to a point, I see it and the sound echoes off the brick. Queen of darkness, she's out of sight, our lady of the earth. Tall and hot, travel lightly. Mispoken, I did not know the details then, it's real clear to me now. Into the breath, ringing down from the sky. Poems the sky writes on slick paper, wet ink glistens on the leaves and grass. She has cartoon red hair, he is the man with the finger flow, then they become as one on the floor. It is clear to me now, what am I to say on this strange warm night? I am as a statue. The moon sings, my heart rings with a strange new sadness. AND IN THE END... FEMINIST AMERICA And why it must die “Men, the current female wisdom has it, are all selfish bastards; hit-and-run fathers; potential abusers/rapists/pedophiles.” - Harper’s Magazine, May 1998, pg. 66. (so much for female wisdom. - h.j.) -------------------------- 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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