Message-ID: <17288eli$9811190425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 414 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: <3652296D.3357@earthlink.net> YOU ARE GOING TO DIE “Books and organizers are useful time-budgeting tools... Just published is ‘The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens’ by Sean Covey... Covey recommends a planner... The most popular one is the FranklinCovey Premier Agenda Student Planner: 12.5 million students in North America use it, and it has been adopted by 25,000 schools. Of course any child can do well without one, but according to its creator, Hyrum Smith, ‘it enables students to gain control over what they are doing and where they are going.’” - TIME, November 23, 1998, pg. 152. Having trouble planning your time? Allow me to make a few observations. 1. You are going to die. 2. When you die, you will be dead. (Maybe that sounds obvious, but perhaps you thought you’d be taking harp lessons after you died.) 3. You will never be here again. Here’s the real kicker: the human race itself will never be here again. According to the evolutionary record, modern humans did not exist until 120,000 years ago. Oh, there were primate-type creatures here before then. But they were not “fully human”. 120,000 years from now, it’s a fair bet that human beings will have evolved into a new and different form. You may not find the “new humans,” who are alive 120,000 years from now, to be sexually appealing. For instance, I like blondes. Well before 120,000 years have passed, it’s pretty certain that all the human races will have re-blended into one race. As you know, racial diversity is a recent development in human evolution. There is no fundamental genetic difference between, say, Chinese and Swedes. They are both human. They both stem from the same human ancestor. They just happen to look different, at this moment in time, because their ancestors migrated to different parts of the globe. As Colin Tudge writes, “Although modern Chinese people do look very different from extreme, blonde Swedes... the genetic differences between the two are minute.” (The Time Before History, pg. 222.) The human races are now reassimilating. It is not uncommon to see a black guy dating a white girl. It is not uncommon to see a Swede married to a Chinese. Hence, well before 120,000 years have passed, it’s quite likely that all the various human races will have disappeared into a “modern” human (not yet in existence). This “modern” human will be of a single race, distributed throughout the globe. In case you haven’t noticed, world-wide, there are many more brown-skinned people than white-skinned people. The “modern” human of the future is almost certain to be non-white. So if you like blondes, as I do, this is your moment. If you come back to Earth in 120,000 years, there won’t be any blondes here. Sort of puts time into perspective, doesn’t it? Now on the matter of time planning: Here’s a (quick) quiz: 1. Who were the top five doctors of the previous century? Ask your mom. Ask your dad. Do they know? Do they care? How about the top five lawyers of the previous century? The top five engineers? In case you’re still guessing, here’s the answer: Nobody knows. Nobody cares. So there you are, struggling to plan your time, and yet the top people of the previous century are totally forgotten! I hope they had fun, because if they didn’t, it’s too late now. They’ll never be back again. And if, by some lucky chance, they did come back, in the future, they likely would encounter a race of humans that they would find unappealing. Consider, if you will, the Ten Commandments. They were written about 3,000 years ago. But a human from 120,000 years ago might find them to be appalling. I have noticed that younger children tend to have a short attention span. A six-year-old might be furiously angry one minute, and completely forget that he’s angry a minute later. Could it not be that a human of 120,000 years ago might be like this? With a short attention span? He might kill his neighbor. A minute later, he might completely forget that he killed his neighbor. He would simply accept, as a fact, that his neighbor was dead. We, of course, citing the Ten Commandments, would call such a man a murderer. We would haul him into court, and vow to punish him. But he might be shocked to be hauled into court. He might simply say (if he remembered it) “Sure, I killed my neighbor. He made me mad.” So, as you can see, it is not simply a fact that you are going to die. Not only are you going to pass away, but the entire race, the entire society, the entire network of morals that you are accustomed to, will also die. Where is Ur? Where is Pharaonic Egypt? Where is Nineveh? They are all gone, passed away into the “sands of time,” and never, ever will they live again. It’s not just a fact that one poor slob in Nineveh happens to be dead. The whole city, their whole way of life, their gods, their temples, everything is gone! So here is what I have to say about time planning: Live. Be alive. Feel your presence on this earth. But don’t worry. I’m not just going to leave you with some vague admonitions. I realize you are a modern human. You need something more definite, more exact. Something you can write down in your FranklinCovey Premier Agenda Student Planner. So here it is: holy joe’s 10-Step Program to Being Alive 1. Grow your hair. 2. Grow a beard. (Guys only, of course.) 3. Grow pot. 4. Listen to loud music. 5. Take psychedelic drugs. 6. Take off your clothes. 7. Take (or buy) a motorcycle. 8. Say, “cool, man”. 9. Drive around and, whenever anyone looks at you, give them a “Peace” sign. 10. (Last but not least) make love. If anyone complains, just tell them, “Don’t worry. At 40, I’ll drive a volvo.” Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 414 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Ten Kate was asleep an hour later, oblivious to the warming sun rising outside the penthouse, when Gilda entered and uncovered her. Gilda threw back the sheets as if displaying a child. A man came onto the bed, his pants down, and forced his bulk upon Kate. Gilda rose from the bed and drew the drapes closed. She wore an open peignoir about her figure, hiding nothing. The man was freshly shaven and Kate could smell his aftershave. He kissed her but Kate was unwilling. Then, forcing her legs apart with his hands, and rolling her onto her back, which made Kate scream as her bottom made contact with the sheet, he entered her. Kate’s bare legs writhed and her hips strove to unseat him from her. He was a large fellow, though, and she was small, only 5’2”. His cock proved to be as big as he was and he gave it to her mercilessly. Kate shouted and pleaded but he fucked her hard and seemed never to need to cum, until at last Gilda reached between his legs and gave his balls a helpful squeeze. He discharged then, and Kate was grateful to Gilda for getting him off. When he had dressed and left Gilda consoled Kate’s newly tormented bottom by pouring scented oils on it. Kate lay on her belly and vowed never to wind up on her back again. Gilda listened politely but said little, only complimenting Kate on her courage for letting Ben bring her to his Dungeon-club penthouse. “Now I know why it’s called the Point,” Kate said ruefully. “I think I’ve gotten the point three times now, up my ass with a dildo and twice in my cunt!” “Only proper, at your age,” Gilda said to Kate, rubbing her bottom as delicately as she could so as not to hurt her any more than she already was. “You must learn to take a man without protest and you must be available enough that he can get himself right up you. Then once he’s in you, you must learn to squeeze yourself very tightly upon him to give him the pleasure he needs. Or to go easy on him, if he’s apt to spill. It’s all a matter of control and training, with a little widening, of course, so that you’re not just a tight virgin who doesn’t know her body and can barely accommodate what a man needs to do.” “But how-- how can I be like that?” Kate asked Gilda. “I’ve had sex but, you know...” “I know. You’re still just a schoolgirl. Don’t worry. After your bath I’m going to insert a large dildo in your bottom and I expect you to sit quietly at breakfast with it inside you. You’ll wear it all day, except when Ben has need of you. And tonight, or tomorrow at the latest, we’ll replace it with an even bigger dildo. And we’ll do the same in about a week with your cunt, after your bottom’s been opened. Finally I’ll show you how to blow a man so he can use your entire throat as a place for his penis.” Kate gasped. “But I can’t stay!” she protested. “I must be back at college.” “Nonsense dear,” Gilda smiled. She patted Kate’s bottom and Kate flinched at the pain in her cheeks. “Your training has only just begun. There’s so much more for you to learn. It’s time you quit learning Algebra and Geology and started learning about your body. You’ve got lovely big tits and yet I get the feeling they’ve hardly been sucked. And your bottom is a dream, it should be filled as often as you can stand, for the men of this world deserve to have access to such an adorable ass. It mustn’t be kept safe in panties. It must be spread and opened and offered to them. Your cunny is a treat in its own right. It should be your passport around the world. You can go anywhere with a figure like you have, and I expect you to. Forget about college. I’ll train you in the arts of love so you can please men wherever you go, and be pleased by them in turn. And Ben will oversee your training, to make sure you learn everything properly. Hmmm?” Gilda’s voice was soft and golden and her hair fell from her her coif as she bent low and kissed Kate’s bottom cheeks. Kate yelped at the touch of her wet lips upon her ass and yet Kate felt a subtle joy at the woman’s attention. Abruptly she thrust her legs down past her belly and found her slit and played with her fingers in it. Gilda lifted her head and laughed, watching Kate masturbate. “You’re such a frisky little girl,” Gilda said to Kate. “You’ll do very well. And I’ll take good care of your bottom, don’t worry.” “Oh, yes!” Kate cried. She frigged her slit and felt her fingertips turn to honey. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!!” Just as Kate was recovering from her orgasm, and feeling not a little embarrassed at having frigged herself, the door to her private bedroom opened. Where just moments before it had just been herself, and her newfound friend Gilda, two young men entered. They were stripped down to their boxer shorts and Kate, gasping, thought she remembered them from the fraternity party. They gazed at her with admiration and she tried to hide her face by smooshing it into the pillow. But Gilda gently grabbed the back of her hair and pulled Kate’s face from her pillow and made her lie with her face toward the boys. Brushing a few strands of blonde hair off Kate’s moist cheeks, passing her hand over Kate’s eyes to make sure that her long lashes were open, Gilda addressed the young men: “How nice of you to come,” Gilda smiled. Despite her nudity, for she wore only a peignoir that was hanging loosely open, Gilda was poised and self-assured. “You have volunteered to perform duties for us here today?” Gilda asked the two boys. “Yes!” one boy answered. “Where are we? Is this on the campus?” the other boy asked. “It doesn’t matter where you are,” Gilda answered. “I trust the head of your fraternity kept you blindfolded all the way here?” She smiled. A month ago she’d met the head of one of the college’s fraternities at a nightclub. He’d agreed to provide some fraternity boys to her. He was a football player, but quiet and discreet. She’d given him a pleasant time at the Point and now the first boys were here. “Take off your shorts, please,” Gilda said to the boys as Kate tried to hide her face again and Gilda fetched it up from her pillow. Ode to an electric goddess. by Will Dockery Stilled heart in the light cast dark making word image haunting visage. It's not right my friend, it is night. Warm clear contrast, clarity at last. At peace with solitude, this interlude between love. Separate myself from feeling shadow and soft sound I'll stick around, it may come tomorrow. Clear light of autumn day the hurt is gone it has gone away. I found no healer no magical dream all I found was an invitation to more pain amid love steam. See it all now no miracle will appear no one to save me but myself. 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