Message-ID: <13263eli$9807221212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 390 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: <35B49275.144A@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- “Once I was helping a guy move -- him, his wife, their two young daughters -- and a box I was carrying out broke open and small paperbacks spilled to the ground in the bright sunshine. I gathered them up and then idly flipped through one, and then another and another. They were all cheap things from no-name presses about men -- daddies, uncles, whoever -- fucking kids. I was stunned and did not know what to do. I felt oddly violated...” - Harper’s Magazine, August 1998, pgs. 50-51. holy joe’s COMPLETE LIST OF VICTORIAN PORN ! Life’s tough. It’s bad enough that I don’t own a car and have to ride the bus. But on the back of the bus, while I am riding around in it, there is this sign: “Sex with a Minor is a Major Crime.” If you can imagine some Jewish guy riding around in a bus adorned with Nazi propaganda, or a black guy riding in a bus with white racist slogans on it, you can understand how I feel. Worse, I have to pay taxes, and guess where the money goes? To buy more of those fucking signs. I have no idea what sort of paperbacks fell out of the box mentioned above, but one of the signatures of Victorian erotica is the presence of a father or uncle in the story. Often you will see lines like this: “Then uncle raised my legs upon the bed... I kicked and cried, would not be comforted.” “So you were birched, my love, were birched?” Hand slipping down, I feel beneath her wondrous globe, the swollen flesh, ripe, silky, bulbing to my hand. “Do not, Papa, do not! Your hand disturbs.” Yes, that’s right. A shy ‘victim girl’ is explaining to her father how her uncle birched her. Even as she seeks solace from her father, he is busily molesting her! Personally, I’m not in favor of fathers making love to their daughters. But it is a common theme in Victorian erotica. And, as far as I’m concerned, Victorian erotica is not something to be dismissed. It’s not simply “daddies, uncles, whoever -- fucking kids.” That would be like summing up the Old Testament by saying, “It’s a book about murder and rape.” Hence, I have compiled a list of the best Victorian erotica. As stated last issue, these books were originally published by Grove Press, then sold to Blue Moon Books, and have since (apparently) gone out of print. I am including the ISBN number to help you find them if you should wish to read them. In my case, I read them on the bus. Arabella ISBN: 0-394-62478-5 Emily ISBN: 0-394-62069-0 Miss Martin ISBN: 0-394-62116-6 Pamela ISBN: 0-929654-76-5 Katherine ISBN: 0-394-62218-9 Clara Birch ISBN: 0-8021-3109-3 Elizabeth ISBN: 0-394-62037-2 Julie ISBN: 0-394-62240-5 Hardcastle ISBN: 0-929654-83-8 Davina ISBN: 0-8021-3110-7 Maude Cameron ISBN: 0-929654-24-2 Vanessa ISBN: 0-394-62126-3 Eveline II ISBN: 0-394-17972-2 Ellen’s Story ISBN: 1-56201-057-3 Believe it or not, all of the books I’ve listed above are apparently by the same author! One way to tell is the use of capitalizations in the narrative: the sound of the whip is often capitalized, as are the moans of the girls. Also, the heroines in each book are young virgins. Grown women are present, but only as cheerful, compassionate sadists, helping the virgins to accept their violation. In all the books the male characters are little more than walking penises. They exist to fuck, and to say, “Down, girl!” but otherwise they are fairly undetailed and remote. (Who wants to read about men, anyway?) I have listed the books by the above (anonymous) author in roughly their order of quality. Arabella is the best. But even the books at the bottom of the list are worth getting. The problem with some of the latter books is that they are written from the first-person male perspective. That, to me, is a much less interesting perspective than that of first-person, female virgin narrator. Also, in some of the latter books there aren’t very many sex scenes. Now I shall list other Victorian books by other authors: Beatrice ISBN: 0-8021-3108-5 Beatrice is so similar in tone and content to the books listed above that I’m tempted to include it in the above list. It features two virgin sisters. When the girls are whipped, the sound of the whip and of their moans is capitalized. (Or italicized.) However, there are lines of poetic imagery in Beatrice that hint of authorship by a different writer. So far, all the books I’ve listed have featured ‘nice’ bondage. You always get the feeling that, no matter how the girls are treated, they have consented in some fundamental (if unexpressed) way. Next are a series of books that concentrate on forced sex and bondage. I used to hate these books, and have thrown away quite a few of them in my lifetime. However, lately I began to realize how well the author of these books was writing, even if he did treat his girls callously. The first book listed, The Gardens of the Night, has descriptive scenery in it that is so well crafted that I urge you to buy the book and read it, even if you skip the sex parts. After reading a book like Gardens for awhile, you will come to enjoy the sexual descriptions too, if only for the brilliance of the author’s use of words. I am positive that the author of Gardens and Noreen wrote many more books than I have listed. Unfortunately, he treats his girls in his novels so cruelly that I did not save his books. Nowadays, I no longer see them on sale. The Gardens of the Night ISBN: 0-8021-3112-3 Noreen ISBN: 0-929654-89-7 Next up are three modern books: In A Mist ISBN: 1-56201-062-X Ironwood ISBN: 0-8216-5022-X The Afternoons of a Woman of Leisure ISBN: 1-56201-029-8 Afternoons, in fact, stars an adult woman, though she is new to bondage so she is, in some sense, like the virgin heroines in the other books. When I use the word “virgin” it is metaphorical. In none of the books listed above is the “virgin” heroine in fact a vaginal virgin. In each case the girl begins the novel having already lost her vaginal virginity, though she has yet to feel a penis in her bottom or her mouth. This is perhaps because vaginal deflowerment is considered too private and intimate an act, even for a sex novel. I myself have found that when vaginal deflowerment does occur in a sex novel, it is so sacred that it seems out of place in the book. These are lusty, rambunctious books. The girls are winsomely curious, quickly getting themselves into one situation after another where they are forced to endure whips and penises. Vaginal deflowerment is probably too “heavy” a subject for fast-paced, jolly books like these. I highly recommend the books listed above. In my opinion, there is no better definition for what a girl should be than the portraits of the girls depicted above. Who could not love these shy, hesitant “children” who manage to wind up in one orgy after another? No matter what happens to them (and it is never harsh) they soon find themselves naked and moaning yet again, ever receptive, perfect sex goddesses practising to give birth to the next generation. Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 390 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Five “No offence, lad, but you’ve got quite a shocker here,” Rod said to David. “You’re liable to scare the girls away with this!” Everyone laughed. The boy had been calm and collected in the living room but now he had risen right up to the bursting point upon finding himself stripped bare in a bondage room. His excitement was palpable and, with it, his intense need to spend. Rod himself was no slacker in the erection department. Now that he was locked into a bondage chamber with nude females and males, he offered himself proudly. Kate suspected he’d be savvy enough to keep his own manhood clear of pain, while inflicting it on the younger erections of the males around him. Mike was Jim’s age, though much more controlled in his movements than Jim was. He had an easy-going, swaggering confidence. Kate guessed he’d played at bondage before, or was cool enough to fake it. Of course they’d all had a little experience. That was a prerequisite to receiving an invitation to this party. But what that experience might have been could vary dramatically. For Kate it had been just her one previous visit to Marie’s. And Kate guessed Jim and David were little more experienced than she. Cindy was gaining weight from her pregnancy and she’d acquired a nice plump butterball bottom. Her breasts, too, had grown, and they bounced on her chest as she laughed, watching Rod fondle David’s young hard-on. Nancy sidled up to Cindy. Both girls were the same age. Nancy, slim and practical-looking, with a glint of firmness in her eyes, placed her hand on Cindy’s ass. She palmed it openly. Kate expected Cindy to resist but the girl instead merely flinched. She stared straight ahead, watching Rod massage David, while Nancy caressed her ass. “You’re pregnant?” Nancy asked Cindy. Nancy was slim as a gazelle with breasts almost too big for modelling, but not quite, though she had opted for the no-nonsense life of office work instead of posing on a runway or going to college. “Yes,” Cindy breathed in response. “This may be your last chance to really have fun and do whatever you want,” Nancy replied. And as if to test the girl’s resolve to submit herself one last time in a room such as this, Nancy poked a finger into the redhead’s ass. “Don’t,” Cindy breathed. Her hips jerked but she did not manage to pull herself off Nancy’s finger. Instead, accepting it after a moment’s surprise, Cindy stood calmly and quietly as she could. She gazed at the other guests, pretending nothing was happening, though all could see it, as Nancy probed more deeply and lewdly within her. Marie moved through her guests like a lioness inspecting her brood. She was as naked and vulnerable as everyone else, with her nipples showing their stems and her bush as bare as her face. But there was little doubt, looking at her expression, that she would rule them all and bring out or repress the emotions in each of them. Her face, with a sardonic smile, her eyes hard and bright, contained just the right mixture of compassion and cruelty. She paused by Lynette and placed a hand on the brunette’s tummy, then impressed her finger into Lynette’s navel. Marie’s nail was sharp and Lynette was forced to gasp and draw in her tummy as the sharp nail poked in her belly. “Are you ready for a night of fun?” Marie asked her nude guest. “Yes,” Lynette answered. Her eyes were wide and she watched as Marie’s hand slipped down her belly to tug at the hairs of her bush and then, going between Lynette’s legs, intruded into her cunt. “You’re wet,” Marie said to Lynette. “Of course I’m wet,” Lynette answered. Her hips twisted forward as Marie delved more deeply. “Would you like some shrimp?” the waitress, whose name was Beth, asked Marie and Lynette. She had fetched a tray of shrimp from a small refrigerator in the corner of the room. It was her job to keep everyone happy, no matter what they might be doing. Still wearing her white gloves and her spiked heels, she held its contents up to the women. “Why yes, we would,” Marie said. She removed her fingers from Lynette’s cunt and used them to take a large shrimp from the tray. She passed the shrimp between Lynette’s legs. Behind, her other hand gripped at the juncture of Lynette’s bottom and legs and forced Lynette to accept a wider stance. With Lynette’s cunt wet and open to her, Marie moistened the shrimp in Lynette’s slit and then lifted it up to the woman’s lips. “Eat it,” Marie commanded the model. Lynette, looking crosseyed at the shrimp because it was held so close, extended her tongue and tasted it. Her face looked like that of a child forced to accept something it didn’t like. “Bite,” Marie ordered. Lynette took a little nibble on the fat shrimp. “Oh!” Lynette cried. Down below, where her legs joined, Marie stabbed her sex with a pointed, probing finger. In her open-mouthed surprise at being sexually violated, Marie found the opportunity she’d been waiting for. She popped the vaginally-moistened shrimp into Lynette’s wide apart lips. Immediately, seeing what had happened, Lynette snapped her lips shut. But it was too late. The shrimp was inside and she dared not spit it out. Glumly, though perhaps not looking too sad, she chewed and swallowed the shrimp as Marie played two fingers within her dell. Just a Memory by Lisa Scarboro When I’m just a memory in your head, how will you remember me? Will you think of me as a waste of your time, or will your memories be sweet? Will you choose to remember the way things were when we first started out, how we talked and laughed and never slept and could not bear to be apart? Or will your memories tend to be the bad ones, the sad ones, the ones that hurt, the angry words and jealousies? Will you remember the colors of my eyes, the scent of my hair freshly washed or how it felt to hug each other? Or will you remember my angry scowls, my vicious sarcasm born of my lonely desperation, the many ways I misunderstood, when I’m just a memory in your head? AND IN THE END... THE BENEFITS OF CHILD ABUSE “Demeter’s daughter Persephone, while gathering flowers, was kidnaped by Pluto, god of the underworld, and snatched down to Hades. The sorrowing mother searched for her everywhere, found her, and persuaded Pluto to let Persephone live on the earth nine months in every year -- a pretty symbol for the annual death and rebirth of the soil.” - The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 2, pg. 178. -------------------------- 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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