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ÒFull joy I feel, while thus I cleave the air,
That my soft verse will charm thy daughters fair,
And warm thy sons!Ó
- John Keats, To My Brother George, lines 107-109.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 346
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
ÒWhy Kelly,Ó Katy smiled. Her eyes were wide for a Japanese, but
she narrowed them as she spoke, inscrutably, showing not anger nor
surprise, but a kind of controlled passion, even rage. Catlike, she licked
her lips. They were red but with perhaps just a touch of a smear, as if
sheÕd been kissing. ÒCome in, please, both of you,Ó Katy invited us. ÒItÕs
much too hot to stay outside.Ó
We stepped in the cool interior of her home. Her MasterÕs home, for I
guessed he owned it outright, to make her more subservient. I did not
know where fantasies ended and reality began with them, anymore, though
IÕd guessed at it earlier. But I knew he would never let her own the house
itself. It must be his, though she might own the pretty things inside it.
ÒSauron and I were just sitting down to a private Japanese tea
ceremony,Ó Katy explained. Her hair was done up in Japanese style. A
loose strand or two hung down, additional evidence that Dick and I had
interrupted something that involved more than just the drinking of tea.
ÒPlease join us, but let me take you to the bedroom first, for civilian
clothes are not permitted in a real ceremony.Ó She took DickÕs hand. Her
touch was light but once she had his hand in her grasp she held it like a
cat holds its kitten. Possessively, and not letting go for anything.
ÒWhatÕs your name, Sir?Ó Katy asked Dick. He told her. She smiled,
noticed the bulge in his shorts. She did not challenge his name as I had.
She accepted it. She led him deeper into the house and he, holding my
hand, made me follow.
The bedroom had a large, sumptuous bed but no bathroom. Katy
explained that it was the guest bedroom and that any guests who stayed
here used either a chamberpot or, not wishing to empty that in the
morning, went down the hall to the master bedroom and peed in its
attached bath. I suppressed a smile. I could just imagine Sauron, lying in
the murk of his darkened bedroom as a young female guest slipped inside
to go use his bathroom. He would hear her pee, of course, and her male
guest would be just as audible when he had to go. I had no doubt that
Sauron would forbid them using the sound of faucet water, or a ceiling
fan, to block their bodily sounds in the toilet. He enjoyed making people
uncomfortable. It was his lure. Perhaps he shut off the water in the
master bath at night, even the line leading to the toilet, and perhaps it had
no ceiling fan, just an open window. I did not know. I had not been in the
master bath but I guessed it was as insidious as Sauron could make it.
In our guest bedroom the curtains were drawn. They were of blue
damask, their patterns intertwining. They blocked out the light of
afternoon, the blazing sun outside reduced to just a sliver between the
drawn curtains.
Beside the bed, which was made up and looking quite proper, its
coverlet sleeping atop it, tassels hanging neatly down by the floor, was a
nightstand. Upon it brooded ointments and moisturizers. Everything was
calm in here, in the shaded bedroom, except the fluttered beating of my
heart.
ÒUndress please,Ó Katy ordered. There was a looped-tip riding crop
lying across a dresser and she picked it up. She held it with utmost
delicacy, as if it might bite her. Then, fixing her eyes on Dick, she lofted
the tip of the crop to her mouth and gently bit it.
Unbuttoning my hot pants, I smiled at Dick. He and I were about to
share a most unusual experience together. HeÕd never come here if I hadnÕt
insisted. And now, knowing I was in for it with Sauron, I nonetheless
savored his nervous Officer hands as he unzipped himself. Katy too, I
think, was in awe of him. SheÕd seen his impressive thing last night and
longed to greet it once more, this time more intimately. I did not mind
letting her have a little of him. As I pushed my tight shorts down my
smoothly tanned thighs I guessed IÕd find it impossible not to watch her
blow-jobbing him. If I could. I couldnÕt be sure of Sauron. But between
myself and Katy we could have quite a lot of fun. And I knew sheÕd do
things to him, that IÕd get to see, that IÕd never in my wildest dreams be
able to think of.
And then I knew why IÕd come here. To feel Sauron in me while I
watched poor Dick suffer exquisitely sexual punishments in the delicate
hands of Katy...
COMMENTARY
by holy joe
I hate criticizing people. Especially when they may be right.
Recently, I saw a news report in which feminists complained that Barbie,
the doll, must be radically altered. The reason? Because the feminists
say Barbie doesnÕt look like real females.
I have decided to do an experiment. The purpose of this experiment
will be to find out whether or not Barbie looks like real females.
First, I will need some real females. Being a lone male, I naturally
run the risk of being called a Òchild molester,Ó Òstalker,Ó or Òsexual
harasserÓ if I go out into the real world and try to encounter real females.
So, to keep from being prosecuted and imprisoned for life, I shall instead
rely for my experiment on real females, as they appear in magazines.
LetÕs see... where can I find a magazine with lots of females in it?
Hmmm. Not in any feminist publication. Those just contain boring
articles.
Hmmmm....
Hey! HereÕs a magazine:
PlayboyÕs Book of Lingerie, March/April 1998, $6.95. Web:
http://www.playboy.com
Wow! This magazine is just what I need. ItÕs nothing but wall to
wall females. Even better, theyÕre naked, which means weÕll see them as
they really are, unobscured by clothing!
O.K. LetÕs get this experiment started.
I am going to open this magazine at random, and inspect the female
revealed, to find out whether or not she looks like Barbie.
Here goes...
Page 66 features Tiffany Taylor. She has long hair... just like Barbie!
She has a soft, flawless face... just like Barbie! She has broad, but pretty
shoulders... just like Barbie! She has huge, glorious bosoms... just like
Barbie! She has a tiny waist... just like Barbie! She has slender, shapely
hips, that are narrower than her shoulders... just like Barbie! She has a
round bottom... just like Barbie! And, despite being only 5 feet 7 inches in
height, she has long, slender legs... just like Barbie!
As we can see, there is no need to alter Barbie, the doll. Because
she does, in fact, look like a real female.
Our score is now:
Men: 1
Feminists: 0
LetÕs randomly pick another female from this magazine:
Page 72 features Kristine McKaden. She has long, blonde hair... just
like Barbie! She has a perfect face... just like Barbie! She has big
bosoms... just like Barbie!
I could go on, but I think youÕre getting the point. Feminists need to
buy this magazine. They need to look it over very carefully before they
make any more criticisms of Barbie, the doll. They need to ask themselves
this question: ÒAre there any females in PlayboyÕs Book of Lingerie who
*donÕt* look like Barbie?Ó I think I know the answer, already. ItÕs Ôno.Õ
Except for very minor variations, ALL the females in this magazine look
like Barbie!
Who doesnÕt look like Barbie? Feminists! So they complain about a
doll, because *they* donÕt look like her.
Ladies, please! Do you hear us guys complaining day and night
because we donÕt look like G.I. Joe? Of course not! We either live with it
or, if weÕre really freaked out about it, we join a health club and lift
weights.
(You need to be a woman, I guess, to waste your time writing to a
toy company complaining about what kind of dolls they make.)
Now that IÕve finished my experiment, let me take a moment to offer
some interpretive guidance for my fellow men about these photos in
PlayboyÕs Book of Lingerie:
Tiffany Taylor: According to God, who looks like an 8-year-old
version of (you guessed it) Barbie, hereÕs whatÕs happening in TiffanyÕs
pictorial (pages 66-67):
God: ÒThese are photos from the upcoming movie, ÔInterview with
the Vampire 2.Õ In this movie, Tom Cruise is a vampire. He sees Tiffany
and decides to seduce her and drink her blood. What he doesnÕt know is
that TiffanyÕs a vampire too. In her case, unbeknownst to Tom, she
survives by drinking the blood of vampires! TomÕs in for a big surprise
when Tiffany invites him to share her bed!Ó
God on Kristine McKaden, pages 72-73: ÒKristine is very pretty and
decided to pose naked for Playboy. Unfortunately, her daddy found out
about it. In these photos, heÕs taking her out to the woodshed to give her a
spanking. SheÕs smiling, though, because she knows her daddy secretly
likes her better than her her mom.Ó
(For more on KristineÕs plight, read the Victorian novel Beatrice,
from Grove Press:
ÒWe shall go to the attic,Ó Father said. His hand held mine --
enclasped and covered it...
With slow care I removed my dress, my underskirt... Father moved
behind me... His palm smacked first one cheek and then the other.
ÒOh! no more!Ó I gasped. (pages 10-12, Beatrice.)
God on Lisa Boyle, pages 16-17: ÒLisaÕs found out thereÕs trouble in
Candyland. Of course, things are different in Candyland than they are in
our world. LisaÕs outfitted herself with all the gear you need to be a
Candyland Commando. SheÕs got on her tight red panties, her peppermint-
striped shirt, her cherry red heels, and, most importantly, she has two
magical lollipops and a teddy bear strapped to her back.
ÒEither that, or sheÕs applying for a job as a White House intern.Ó
(For more on Lisa, surf to: http://www.lisa-boyle.com
God on Alley Baggett, pages 34 and 35: ÒThough sheÕs only 5 feet 2
inches in height, even Alley looks like Barbie! SheÕs trying on her brand
new pink panties. Her boyfriend bought them for her as a birthday present.
TheyÕre so small they stick in her butt. They have drawstrings that a flick
of a finger will open. But her boyfriend doesnÕt mind...Ó
(Excuse me, I had a small accident looking at Alley... -h.j.)
God on Samantha Laurent, pages 80-83: ÒHer party started out very
formal and elegant, with everyone wearing lace masks over their eyes.
But when dinnerÕs over, itÕs time for dessert! Samantha offers herself,
bereft of clothing, on top of the dinner table. Nobody complains about
being a cannibal.Ó
God on Judi Krant, pages 74-75: ÒSheÕs wondering whether or not
she wants to try on something new her boyfriend bought her. No, not a bra.
Nipple clamps.Ó
God on Jamelah Asmar, pages 70-71: ÒHer momÕs waiting outside
while she tries on underwear in a department store dressing room. Like
me, she gets carried away, vamping in front of the mirror instead of just
seeing if her undies will fit.Ó
God on Bethany Lorraine, cover and pages 1, 3-5: ÒSheÕs having a
naughty party for her closest friends, both male and female! ItÕs too bad
her parents got in a fight on their second honeymoon and are coming home
early...Ó
I hope nobody is upset by my revelation that God is an 8-year-old
girl. I know there has been a big argument going on about whether God is a
man, or a woman. You might be surprised to find out that God is neither!
Consider this, though: when your daughter plays with her Barbie dolls,
isnÕt she playing God? If we humans can play with dolls, whoÕs to say we
humans arenÕt, ourselves, the playthings for some God-like,
extraterrestrial child? (After all, the Bible says that God made us out of
mud. Who do you know that plays in mud? Adults, or children?)
My belief that God is an 8-year-old girl would solve many
theological problems. For instance, have you ever seen your daughter be
mean to her dolls? This would explain why we have problems here on
earth. Our God, being an 8-year-old girl, sometimes gets pissed. She
creates storms, and mudslides, and earthquakes. Sometimes she gets
bored, and leaves us to our own devices. ThatÕs when we have things like
the Holocaust.
I realize that not everyone will accept the fact that God is an 8-
year-old girl. Feminists, in particular, will probably be incensed to learn
that theyÕre just playthings for a child! But when you consider that
women have had to cook, and clean, and keep house for most of history,
now you know why: itÕs because some little girl is playing with us, her
dollies!
dildo
by Michael Hafer
ÒitÕs too big,Ó
you say,
seeing it
for the first time.
Òi wanted something
smaller.Ó
but, the stores
are closed
and itÕs
valentineÕs night,
so we must do
the best we can.
with the right amount
of goop
the toy slides in.
with the flick
of a switch,
it comes to life.
first you say,
Òit hurts,Ó
and then you say
the electricity
has given you a shock,
but then
the big one
washes over you
and your doubts
are swept aside,
and i no longer worry
about second string
quarterbacks
bumming a ride
on your tail
cause technology
can satisfy
any player
whoÕs got
the desire
and the batteries.
AND IN THE END...
ÒAll the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.Ó
- Shakespeare, As You Like it, Act 2, Scene 7.
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-END OF 346 EMISSION
ÒEven as a little girl I was fascinated by my dadÕs Playboy
magazines. From then on I wanted to be a Playmate. I loved to play dress
up and pose for myself in front of a mirror,Ó says Laurie Langdon on page
92 of PlayboyÕs Book of Lingerie. (Laurie, pictured on pages 36, 37, 48,
and 49 is a blonde, has long hair, and looks just like Barbie.
(And as a little girl, she looked just like God! -h.j.)