Message-ID: <13176eli$9807192132@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 389 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: <35B20275.4579@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Issue No. 389 piss A PERFECT PEEING PICTORIAL ! Peeing is popular. Perhaps it always was. In the Victorian sex novel Arabella, the eponymous heroine and her sister find their bladders on center stage: “They desire to relieve themselves and I have two gentlemen here who delight in such spectacles,” a woman announces. (Page 114.) You’ve certainly seen a lot of photos of young ladies peeing, and so have I. Unfortunately, none of them have impressed me. Until now. In the August 1998 issue of Nugget, there are photos of a girl peeing that are great! The pictorial begins on page 18. It’s titled, “Rocki Roads Goes With the Flow!” The girl, Rocki, is a perfect beauty. She has long brown hair and a face that looks like a cross between a pixie and a vixen. (It’s cute, but deadly.) Like her face, Rocki’s body is perfect. Her bosoms are huge. Yet they appear real. (Not all girls with big bosoms have fake tits.) Rocki’s belly is flat and her hips are slim. Her legs appear to be long or, perhaps, long enough. Rocki poses in a school room. Apparently she’s been a naughty pupil. She bends forward over the teacher’s desk and lowers her panties for a paddling. As you look closely at her bottom, you see, between her thighs, the lips of her pussy. Hanging there, silver and wicked-looking, are two rings which have been driven through her sex, as a cruel adornment. Is this what Rocki’s teacher is paddling her for -- because she let her boyfriend pierce her pussy? “Thank you, teacher!” Rocki moans, after her teacher has disciplined her. “You’re just a tramp, Rocki!” the teacher answers. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and puts it in a glass ashtray. He sets it on the floor. “But you can still pass my class, Rocki,” the teacher says. “Here’s how tramp girls earn extra credit, by extinguishing my cigarettes for me.” Just then two other male teachers walk into the classroom. They’re about to tell Rocki’s teacher that he’s won a million dollar grant, but the sight of Rocki squatting nude over an ashtray makes them speechless. Finally, one teacher, a fat balding man who’s the University’s top grant winner, asks: “Heavens, Crenshaw, who’s that?” “Just a trampy little animal who’s enrolled in my class,” Rocki’s teacher replies. “Pee for us, Rocki,” he orders. Sniffling back her tears, Rocki spreads the lips of her cunt. She gasps with surprise as the first pee comes shooting out of her pussy. Amazingly, we see the pee spurting out, but it has not yet hit the floor! In the next photo, a yellow pool of urine has formed on the floor. Rocki is still peeing, but she is a poor aim and has yet to hit the ash tray. In the third photo, Rocki, pursing her lips, manages to wet inside the confines of the ashtray. She can feel the smoke of her teacher’s cigarette, still burning, as it wafts up and caresses her cunt. In the last photo, Rocki is finished relieving herself. There’s now a big yellow puddle all around the ashtray and there’s some pee in the ashtray too. Best of all, the look on Rocki’s face is of embarrassment! She looks like a little girl who’s worried she’ll get in trouble for peeing on the floor. Will Rocki be punished for making a mess on the floor, for not getting all her pee into the ashtray? I’m not sure, but please don’t tell any girls about this pictorial. You know how they are. If they find out they can pee their way through college, there’ll be urine all over campus! As for Nugget magazine, it is totally disgusting. I give them credit for the photos of Rocki, but the rest of Nugget is horrid. Here’s three headlines from the cover: “Bearded Biker Bares His/Her Pussy-Cock!” “Hairy Wonder Laura in Brand-New Video!” “Muscle-Bound Nikki Exposes Her Mega-Clitty!” If those headlines don’t make you say YUCK, you are in need of serious psychiatric care. Oh, yes. There is a decent catfight pictorial that begins on page 46. It was quite nice to see two girls rip each other’s clothes off and battle naked, wearing only sneakers. “Girls” is, I suppose, a misnomer, since these are two women and one of them has tits that are obviously fake. Nonetheless, I never saw a catfight pictorial before, so I enjoyed it. There’s also an interesting ad buried way back on page 123 titled “Public Nudity Wilding.” It shows several naked people in a swimming pool. A girl is on somebody’s shoulders, in the pool, chicken-fighting with another girl, who is also on somebody’s shoulders. I mention this ad only because I’d like to see a pictorial like this! Cute girls having fun in a wholesome but sexy way. Now, you may be wondering about the novel Arabella. This is the greatest Victorian novel of all time. I bought my copy from Grove Press but, since then, the novel was sold to Blue Moon Books and reissued under a different name. These days I no longer see it on sale. Here’s a quick summary of Arabella: Arabella has an older sister. Her name is Emily. However, Emily ACTS young and immature, while Arabella is the emotionally stable first-person narrator of the tale. (Actually, Emily is called Elaine in the first half of the book, but it is the same character all the way through.) Arabella and Emily begin the novel by going to an orgy. Then, they go to Paris, where they both get fucked up the ass. They are then invited to a dinner party where they wind up in a 69, with everyone watching (and fucking). Next, Emily is whipped, as Arabella and a girlfriend named Pearl both get bottom-fucked. Peeing is next, and both girls most hold back their bladders as they wait for permission: “If either of them wets herself as yet then she will be whipped the more soundly,” the woman in charge of Arabella and Emily announces to those who have cum to watch. (Page 114.) And on it goes. There’s lots more. It is all VERY well written. If you’d like to read a novel about shy young girls having wild sex, Arabella is the book! There is a companion book to Arabella, titled Emily. It, again, was originally published by Grove Press, then by Blue Moon, and has now disappeared. Emily is almost as well-written as Arabella, and is obviously by the same author (who is, unfortunately, both dead and anonymous.) Emily is told in the first-person by Emily. One of the earliest scenes in the book occurs when she gets married. After her wedding, Emily attends a private reception. She is required to enter a room wearing a blouse but no panties. She is greeted, kissed, and her naked ass is complimented by the men. Then she goes upstairs and waits while an orgy is held downstairs. Finally, a man comes upstairs and whips her bottom. As she is whipped, people passing by in the hall pause at the door to her bedroom and look in upon her: “I heard footsteps, heard a laugh from Adelaide... ZOOO-WHITTT!, I heard, and then the whip’s tip scorched my nether cheeks...” (Page 47.) A great scene! Later, Emily is invited to dinner, where she is asked to choose a girl to play the “maid” at dinner. She chooses a young girl named Fiona, who is mortified. Nonetheless, Fiona does play the part of “maid,” and soon finds her outfit getting her into the very trouble she feared it would: “Some altercation had ensued, but Fiona finally was... dressed her part... [She wore] a skirt, much cut... unbuttoned was her blouse... Fiona was flushed when she came in... [she] wandered with her finger in her mouth to her Papa. ‘Yes?’, he enquired. ‘I have no d... d... drawers on sir’, said she. ‘Is your bottom, then, so warm you do not need to wear them?’ [Fiona’s father asked.] (Pages 60, 61.) (I think you can figure out what happens next!) “The bed had black rails -- bars, indeed -- at either end. ...The coverlet was white. ...Above the bed... hung a black whip,” Emily, finding herself alone again in a bedroom, reports. There’s another detail too: “A dressing table, busy with perfume phials and flasks of scented oil and pots of cream.” (Page 81.) The whip’s purpose is obvious, but what about that dressing table? Think a moment and you will know. That’s right. This scene is where Emily is forced (shyly but willingly) to surrender her anal virginity. Yet another great book, by a different, but still anonymous author, written in the Victorian era, is Beatrice. Again, the publishing history is the same. Beatrice, while a great sex story, also has a deep poetic resonance. The poetry never gets in the way of the story but, rather, compliments it, like Ray Bradbury’s horrific stories that have many poetic lines in them. Beatrice has a girlfriend whose name is Caroline. As usual, Beatrice is told in the first person, and Beatrice herself proves level-headed throughout the tale, while Caroline is wonderfully child-like. The greatest scene in Beatrice is perhaps the greatest in all erotic literature. You may have seen it anthologized in a book that came out in the 1970’s called “The Good Parts.” In this scene Beatrice and Caroline are taken to a stable. There, amidst fresh straw, with buckets of chilled water placed between their legs, the girls are shackled and whipped. Afterward, they are left alone: “It hurts,” Caroline whined. I shushed her. We must not be heard. “Squeeze your cheeks,” I said. (Page 62.) Finally, a young woman comes and releases the girls. They leave the barn and, being well-brought up girls, they are greeted by farm hands who tip their hats to them. “We did not look at them,” [Beatrice reports.] “They were rough men. My bottom moved -- a silky bulb of heat beneath my cloak.” (Page 63.) Imagine! The girls are whipped, but must keep quiet lest their torment be discovered by lower-class workmen. When they leave the barn, the girls must do their best to walk primly, yet they cannot, very well, because their whipping causes them to wiggle their bottoms salaciously. If that scene doesn’t charge your batteries, nothing will! Another hugely erotic scene occurs at dinner. Beatrice and Caroline are dressed in fishnet gowns, which hug their figures. Their nipples become excited and poke through the netting of their gowns. But, apparently, that isn’t sexy enough for the other diners, for both girls are soon rendered topless by a woman, who pulls their see-through gowns down to their waists. Yet another sexy scene involves the girls riding horses. They ride round in a circle, as a dominant girlfriend, standing inside the circle, whips their bottoms: “In profile the pale moon of Caroline’s bottom flashed past me. I heard her squeal, a long thin squeal as the crop caught her, light and stinging across her out-thrust cheeks. And then mine!” (Page 81.) The author of Arabella and Emily also apparently wrote several other books: Miss Martin, Pamela, Katherine, and Clara Birch. The last has what is perhaps the funniest sex scene in erotic literature: “Take them off this moment, Sarah!” I heard her say and then a smacking sound and a small cry from my sister. “Oh, why must I?” she wailed, then another smack. “Because I tell you. ...Are you not cooler thus without your drawers? You have no need to wear them in the house, nor in summer out of doors.” (Page 31.) How silly this scene is! For two pages hence, guess what is happening? “YAAAAAH! I shall tell Papa! Oh you wicked things,” cried my sister, whose cheeks were tinged a most pretty pink where the whip had caught her. (Page 33.) Funny, yet the scene is deliciously believable. In many Victorian novels, the ‘victim girls’ (for lack of a better description) are unwilling. There is a hardness and emptiness to those tales. The girls have no choice about their punishment and they are treated callously, like objects. What makes the books I’ve detailed above so sweet is that, while the ‘victim girls’ are shy, they are willing. They are curious about sex and, even if they sometimes scream and moan, you get the impression that, under all that whining, they are in fact enjoying submitting themselves to their punishment. It is as if they are simply too “good” to like sex outright. They must be persuaded, often with a strap or whip, so that, even when they’re sore and fucked, they can still retain their “good girl” bearing. One book which does feature an (apparently) unwilling victim is by yet another Victorian author. He is, again, anonymous. His book is titled The Gardens of the Night. While Gardens features a girl who is mostly an unwilling victim, the writing is superb. Not just the erotic parts, but (especially) the scenic descriptions: “Turning off the long undulating road, they began the westward drive, the landscape flatter and the sky more vast. Hedges of tall poplars hushed the breeze with their soft movements. It was a country of manorial farms with high courtyard walls ...The blind walls... woke suggestions of their interiors, places of arcane mediaeval ceremonies and torments. (Page 77.) Great, huh? At the back of my copy of Gardens is an interview with a modern female submissive, named “Lynn Paula Russell.” It is a very educational and well-written interview. Make sure your copy of Gardens includes this interview if you buy this novel. What is modern British erotica like? I’ll tell you. It’s trash. Apparently, under current British law, bondage cannot be written about unless the ‘victim girl’ is a) an adult, and b) absolutely a WILLING participant. I have a book titled “Runners and Riders,” by Georgina Brown. It’s from England. Brown is a good writer but the book is RUINED because the ‘victim girl’ is *constantly* being asked if she approves of her punishment. She is always having to verbally agree to it. What a drag it is to have a ‘victim girl’ who’s so obviously willing. I’m not enough of a psychoanalyst to know why it’s so boring, but it is. Feminism wrecks a sex story, as far as I’m concerned. Interestingly, the great Victorian sex novels all feature female dominants. Men do play a role, but only at the behest of, and with the permission of, the female dominants. I’d tell you about more books but, unfortunately, I’ve got to stop. I have to go to the bathroom! -------------------------- 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. 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The Gardens of the Night’s author: The Gardens of the Night and (possibly) Noreen, plus other books with an uncomfortably cruel viewpoint. More books: Hardcastle, In A Mist, and the modern novels Ironwood and The Afternoons of a Woman of Leisure. Great reading, if you can find it! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----