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�How can young girls be helped to find their way through the taboos
and conventions of society and learn to cope?�
- David Hamilton (The Age of Innocence, pg. 1)
hmmm. this sounds like a job for...
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Hamilton? Sturges?
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Issue No. 361
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter One
Her lover, whose name was Mark but who seemed suddenly less
important in her life, drew away his coat, leaving Kate standing quite
obviously handcuffed before the woman in the delicate evening gown with
the slightly artificial smile and the eyes that seemed to pierce right into
her.
�May I keep these?� Mark asked.
The woman, who seemed not really to acknowledge Kate as a person
but rather to evaluate her, as one might a horse or a piece of meat in a
shop, looked past Kate at her lover.
�Her panties?� the woman laughed. �Of course. I can see that she�s
ready.� The woman took Kate by the arm, tugging on it as if it weren�t
bound tightly behind her and making Kate wince. She walked Kate quickly
across the living room and although Kate was quite surprised and
frightened by it all, her legs moving fast to keep up with the woman, who
dragged her along beside her, the pumps of both their feet clacking quite
noticeably on the hardwood floor, Kate saw that the room was decorated
quite nicely. It had all the touches a woman might want, flowing drapes
and patterned couches and chairs, with flowers in a vase and, along one
wall, a shelf with knick-knacks competing with each other for their
owner�s attention.
Beyond the shelf full of wooden, painted knick-knacks they went, the
dolls and the dish with the scene painted into its face, into another room
where, to Kate�s heartsinking surprise, they met other guests, some
dressed like the woman and some, younger and more casual, dressed for
dancing and partying like Kate was.
�This is Kate,� the woman said to the guests. Kate felt their eyes
apprizing her and all she could think was how beautiful they all were, both
the men and the women. They stood round each other sipping drinks and
their conversation, as they looked at Kate, continued ever so casually, as
if it were nothing to see a young woman handcuffed and gagged with her
own underwear.
The woman, whose name Kate only learned later was named Maria,
turned Kate to face her. The woman, even in grabbing her, had a kind, soft,
gentle touch, only her extra-long fingernails digging a little into Kate�s
skin. Yet within the gentleness, perhaps imbuing it with the strength
which Kate felt impelling her as she stood and was handled by the woman,
was a need to dominate and possess her. It was similar to the need she
felt in her lover and he stood behind her, almost guarding her, as Maria
began unbuttoning the buttons on Kate�s blouse.
Kate tried to draw back but her lover caught her and held her by both
her arms. Maria smiled and continued unbuttoning. �You will not have any
privacy here, dear,� she said simply. �You must get used to it.�
Kate�s blouse gave way to the pressure of her large bosoms and,
looking down and watching, she saw them spill out into the open view of
everyone in the room. Her little vest was too small and fashionable to
hide them in any way, and it had no buttons, for that was the style at the
moment.
�Oh, they are beautiful! Look at these bosoms!� Maria declared. She
turned Kate so that everyone in the room could see her breasts. They were
white and had lovely pink nipples whose stems had already risen in the
carriage, when Kate was forced to remove her panties. The guests, there
were not more than half a dozen of them, drew close and one woman,
lifting a finger and lightly brushing Kate�s erect nipple, said, �How lovely
it would be to clamp them.�
�Oh, we will do many things with such wonderful breasts as these!�
Maria said. She cupped Kate�s breasts and handled them, squeezing them
and lifting them and weighing them in her palms. Then, reaching back and
inserting her fingers between Kate�s handcuffed wrists and arms, she
found the zipper to Kate�s skirt and she unzipped it without saying
anything, as if Kate were simply a doll to be undressed as her owner
pleased. �Let�s get started right away,� Maria said, not really speaking at
all to Kate but rather to her assembled guests. Maria got the zipper down
most of the way and then, blocked by Kate�s wrists, she simply yanked
Kate�s partly-unzipped skirt down her thighs.
Kate felt her steel-manacled wrists bang against the soft roundness
of her bare bottom. Someone loosened the bow which held her ponytail and
her hair escaped from it and fell freely down around her shoulders. Kate
wanted to cry out but with her bra stuffed in her mouth she knew how
silly she would look, mumbling over her bra, so she held her lips closed
instead and remained quiet. The guest felt her breasts now as Maria had,
and bent round behind Kate to catch a glimpse of her bottom. A few left
her breasts altogether, they found her ass so gloriously inviting, and went
completely round behind her to have a look.
�Bend forward, Kate. Your hands are in the way and I want to see
you,� Maria told the girl. She pushed Kate�s shoulders down and Kate felt
her blonde hair fall round her face as she was made to stoop, straight-
legged, toward the floor. A few of the women held on to her breasts,
letting her bend forward however, and one pinched her nipple, making Kate
cry out.
Maria lifted Kate�s wrists. She gazed freely at Kate�s round, bent-
over bottom and Kate felt the woman�s fingers prise themselves between
her cheeks. These fingers, which had no doubt just before Kate�s arrival
been nibbling at cheeses and crackers, now dug into Kate�s anus and tested
the tightness of her sphincter.
Kate mewled like a cat being forcibly dipped into water.
Maria slapped her bottom. �Be good, Kate. I am only finding out how
tight you are,� Maria said. As Kate stared at her toes, bent over with
Maria�s fingers invading her bottom, her nails scratching her, though Maria
tried to be careful, Kate heard Maria ask her lover: �You have not taken
her in back at all, have you?�
Kate�s lover cleared his throat, as a man does when he must admit
some failing. �No. She would not let me.� He coughed. �I am much older
than she is and I thought...�
�You are a true gentleman. But one can be too much of a gentleman
at times,� Maria told Kate�s lover. �It is no matter. Sometimes it takes a
woman to show a man what is necessary. She is 19? Good. A child I
might allow some liberties but she is old enough for it and must be
trained to take a cock in her bottom, whether she wishes it or not.�
Kate felt Maria�s fingers withdraw from her hole and the woman�s
free hand, which had been supporting her belly, now smoothed down
between her thighs and clutched quite frankly at her cunny. �She has
never given birth? No abortions? She is not a virgin, is she?� Kate
jerked and yelped. �No,� she heard Maria say, sticking a finger up her
private and feeling around inside. �Good. She is fresh and young and ready
for all life has to offer!�
Maria pulled Kate upright and drew the young woman, stiff-legged
and a little panicky, over to a table with a tray of crackers and cheese on
it. But instead of being offered a cracker, as she�d hoped, for she was
suddenly hungry and not at all interested in seeing what followed the
social hour, Kate saw Maria open a little pill box and take out a powder
blue pill. She picked up a cup of wine, which a man, reaching gallantly out,
filled quickly from a bottle.
�Come, dear, let�s make sure you�ve had your Pill so there are no
complaints afterward,� Maria said to the girl. And, indeed, as Kate opened
her mouth, and Maria, to laughter from the crowd, drew out the lacy bra,
Kate realized she�d forgotten her Pill, either because she felt she and her
lover were not serious enough, or because she wished to be very serious
with her lover, and bear a child for him. As Kate was given the pill, which
she accepted by hesitantly protruding her tongue, she could not remember
which of the reasons she�d had for not taking her pill, but it was no matter
now for the one she was given was forced down by a mouthful of wine
which Maria poured down her throat.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Playboy�s Sexy Girls Next Door, $6.95. Newsstand Special magazine. Web:
http://www.playboy.com
Review: Today I got my groceries packed at the grocery store by a
girl who was reasonably attractive. She wasn�t spectacular, but not too
bad either. And I was thinking to myself, �Too bad she�s not prettier.�
(Since, after all, I want all girls to look as pretty as possible.)
There�s a simple mistake this girl made which, if rectified, would
greatly improve her looks. Do you know what it is? She had short hair. If
only she grew her hair as long as possible, she would look much, much
prettier. Of course, to work at the grocery, she would probably need to pin
up her long hair. (If she had it.) But this in itself is a great asset.
Pinned-up long hair is as cute as long hair itself!
If you are a girl, or know one, please tell them this: grow your hair
as long as you can. Grow it all the way down to your waist, if possible. If
you�re already quite attractive, you can ignore my advice. But if you�ve
been shortchanged in any way in the beauty department, being only
reasonably attractive, growing your hair long is a good way to make
yourself prettier.
Another good thing you can do, if you�re a girl, and want more
attention from guys, is to join a health club. Make sure it�s a club that
includes men. Invest in one of those sexy little �half-tees� that they sell
at the health club. You know, the kind that looks like a t-shirt, but is
barely bigger than a bra. If you�re a girl, and aren�t fat, you probably have
a slim back. Even if your tits aren�t very big, you�ll still look good in a
small little �half-tee.� That�s because your slim back is itself very sexy.
Yet another idea I have is for you to buy a magazine like this one:
Playboy�s Sexy Girls Next Door. You might say, �What?! You want me to
buy men�s pornography?!�
Not any pornography. I didn�t say, �Go buy Hustler,� did I? Buy one
of the Playboy Newsstand Specials. Two of them come out every month,
usually about the third week of the month. You can buy at least one of the
issues every month at Barnes and Noble. You can buy both issues each
month at Waldenbooks.
Why do I recommend that you buy and read the Playboy Newsstand
Specials? Well, first of all, these are classy magazines. They
concentrate as much on what the girls are wearing as on what they�re
exposing. Second, unlike, say, Playboy magazine itself, there aren�t any
articles in these Newsstand Special magazines. You get page after page of
girls, which is what you�re looking for.
Lots of guys read Playboy. (Or, rather, look at it.) It helps to know
what guys are interested in, if you want them to be interested in you.
Consider this: Arnold Schwarzenegger used to put up posters in his
bedroom of (almost) nude bodybuilders. People would be surprised, seeing
his posters. Was Arnold gay? Nope. He wanted, he said, to know what the
best men in the world looked like, so he could look just like them. It
worked. By applying Arnold�s strategy to your own life, you can know
what the best-looking girls look like. Then you�ll know what image a guy
has in his mind�s eye when he�s looking at you. If you match the image of
what he wants, he�ll fall for you. If not, you�ve either got to change
yourself, or change him. (Don�t count on the latter strategy working.)
�Playboy�s Sexy Girls Next Door,� subtitled �Naughty Naked
Neighbors�, continues a photographic method pioneered by Playboy in their
magazine, �Playboy�s Real Sex.� (A Newsstand Special issue that came
out in January.) These photos are hot! The camera zooms in on a girl as
she displays herself in a compromising position. Yet, at the same time,
the photos remain tasteful. There are a lot of shots of girls� privates,
covered by translucent panties. These, to me, look much sexier than, say,
the Penthouse approach of �letting it all hang out.�
I once spoke to a girl and told her, �You look very pretty. You should
be a model.� Her reply? �I couldn�t be a runway model!� (She was too
short for that.) So I told her, �You should pose for Playboy.� She
considered me a creep and never spoke to me again.
Girls, let me tell you something. Guys are not interested in runway
models. They are too tall, and their tits are too small. What guys want
are the girls you see in Playboy! If you look like the girls in Playboy
(almost all of whom are too short to be runway models), you are quite
attractive! Don�t sell yourself short. Don�t think you need to look like a
�super model� to be considered beautiful.
Take Jenny McCarthy, for instance. Jenny is not tall. She looks
terrific, but she isn�t tall. In fact, not only is Jenny not tall, she has
boobs that aren�t real. And, in my opinion, her face is only average. Guess
what she has, though? Long hair. It doesn�t hang down to her waist, but it
is long. Jenny McCarthy, because she grew her hair long, improved her
bosom, and was willing to pose naked for Playboy, is now highly
successful. The girl I spoke to isn�t. She works in a chicken joint, serving
fried chicken. Yet, the girl in the chicken joint has the following
attributes: a much prettier face than Jenny McCarthy. Real bosoms (big
ones, too) instead of fake ones. A perfect body. But, alas, while Jenny is
living the high life in L.A., the girl I spoke to is slinging chicken.
Girls lose their looks faster than guys. There is only a limited
amount of time, girls, in which you�re going to look your best. Whenever I
see photos of a woman who is, say, in her late 20�s, already her tits are
sagging. So, don�t wait! If you want to be recognized for your beauty, do
it now! You�ll have plenty of time to be a doctor, lawyer, or whatever else
you want to be in life. But if you want to be renowned for your beauty, it�s
important to get started early. Call up David Hamilton or, if you�re older,
send some photos to Playboy. And if a large, fat guy who�s forgotten his
underarm deodorant suggests you should be a model, don�t be offended.
Don�t think he�s a creep. It�s guys like him who, buying these magazines
every month, make sure Playboy stays in business!
Playboy�s Nude Playmates, $6.95. Newsstand Special magazine. Web:
http://www.playboy.com
Review: I can hear it now. Somewhere a beautiful young girl is
saying, �Okay! I want to pose nude! But how will I look?�
Well, if you�re 12, here�s how you�ll look: open Playboy�s Nude
Playmates to page 70. Wow! Ivana Krstuloviae is the sexiest girl in this
issue, in my opinion. Not only does she have a wonderfully childish
appearance, but she�s so sexily posed: shaving her pubic hair! (Actually, if
you look closely, you can see that she�s just trimming it. Her pubic bush
is below where her razor is touching.) I�m not in favor of girls shaving off
their pubic hair, but I must admit that a photo of it, pretending, is very,
very exciting!
If you�re older, and well-endowed, you can easily imagine yourself
looking like Alesha Oreskovich. (Page 81.) Just take off your clothes, hop
on your bed, open a book in front of your pussy and presto! You�re now a
nude model! Don�t worry if your mom gets upset, seeing you doing your
homework buck naked. Alesha, in addition to being a Playboy Playmate, is
a straight A student! You know why: she doesn�t need to waste any time
worrying about boys, with all those guys lusting over her in Playboy. I�m
sure a quick trip out her front door gets her all the guys she needs.
They�re probably waiting in line outside, praying she�ll take a break from
her studies!
There�s probably still some girl somewhere who�s not convinced she
should be a nude model. Please, buy this issue! Take a look at this girl:
Angel Boris. Angel has dumb short hair. Her tits are too small. Her legs
are too short. Her thighs are too fat. Yet, because she decided to take off
her clothes for Playboy, she�s now on Beverly Hills 90210. For all I know,
she�s sleeping with Brendan! If that�s not a good enough reason for a girl
to pose naked, I don�t know what is.
de te FABULA NARRATOR
by Kelley Brandyberry
Make me your obsession
And I�ll make you my religion
Let me live a thousand lives
And every breath belongs to you
AND IN THE END...
�To me the greatest gift that a person can give is to share the
beauty which is contained in the contours and textures of their body, their
mind and their spirit.�
- Model R.S., writing to David Hamilton (Ibid., inside flap, back cover.)
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