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GIRL OF THE YEAR !
What a year this has been! There were many fine Playboy Playmates,
Penthouse Pets, and Hustler Honeys. Whom to choose as the girl of the
year? I thought (and jacked off) for many hours over this question.
Finally I asked my friend Perply to help.
ÒWell,Ó he said. ÒThere were some cuties on the covers of that new
magazine ÔAll About You!ÕÓ
ÒPerply,Ó I said. ÒThose girls are 12-years-old.Ó
ÒOh.Ó Perply said. ÒSorry. Let me recommend, then, the girl in the
Barclays Capital ad.Ó He showed me the ad.
ÒPerply,Ó I said. ÒThat girl is 10-years-old.Ó
ÒGosh,Ó Perply said. ÒWhy didnÕt you tell me you were such a
stickler on age? In that case, then, I choose the girl on Survey page 17 of
The Economist, November 21, 1998. The caption under her photo reads,
ÔWhatÕs MummyÕs credit-card number?Õ and I assure you, holy joe, sheÕs
not a day over 8.Ó
At that point I quit arguing about age. (I figured if I kept arguing
weÕd wind up with a preschooler as our girl of the year.) Nonetheless,
after much reflection, I have decided that the girl Perply chose, the one in
the November 21 issue of The Economist, will indeed be Fuck DecencyÕs
Girl of the Year. I admit IÕm partial to the girl in the Barclays Capital ad,
but I figure it will be impossible for you to find that ad (although, if you
go paging through back issues of The Economist, you might come across
it.)
Hence, in the interest of accessibility, that is, in ensuring that the
girl chosen as Fuck DecencyÕs Girl of the Year can indeed be admired by all
(assuming youÕre willing to make a trip to the library), I hereby choose the
girl in the November 21 issue of The Economist.
(And you thought I only read The Economist for the articles, right?)
FUCK DECENCY presents its
GIRL OF THE YEAR !
Award to
The girl (on the left) in The Economist, November 21, 1998, Survey
page 17. (With compliments to her friend, on the right, who no doubt
helped her win.)
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 417
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Ten
Kate was made to sit on a chair with a pillow in it. Due to the dildo
sticking out of her butt Kate had to lean forward to sit. As a result, her
shift sagged toward the table and KateÕs bosoms, which would otherwise
have been covered, could be seen hanging down inside her shift. Kate felt
the maid observing her breasts as the maid came and went, setting down
more food on the table. The maid was short and had little difficulty
seeing inside KateÕs shift, provided she bent a little when she brought the
food, which she always did. Ben too sat watching Kate, sitting across
from her and amusing himself with the view of her hanging gourds. The
two boys, sitting bare-bottomed on pillows of their own, glanced
frequently at Kate.
ÒAs you can see, pillows were provided in the expectation that you
would misbehave,Ó Ben told the boys. ÒBut Gilda tells me youÕve been
obedient.Ó
ÒYes sir,Ó the boys replied. They contented themselves with looking
at Kate and wolfing down the food that was brought to them. In another
setting Kate felt sure that they would have been highly offended to be
spoken to by Ben in such a demeaning manner. But their penises were
gorged with passion and they were both hornier than theyÕd ever been in
their lives. Gilda had still not permitted them to shoot, though Sam had
plugged KateÕs bottom with the dildo and Jay had been drafted to keep Kate
amused with his penis while Sam plugged her. Both boyÕs balls, heavy
with sperm, were couched on the exquisitely soft pillows beneath their
butts. Kate watched the boys moving their hips a little and knew they
were enjoying the luxurious softness of their pillowed seats. Across from
them Gilda, still in her open peignoir, offered grapefruit-sized breasts
that the boys longed to suck. She ate with sensuous relish, savoring each
bite of her food. Her bosoms moved softly with each of her movements,
lifting her spoon, lowering it again, leaning forward to scoop up more
oatmeal from her bowl. When Gilda cut her omelette with a knife and fork
her big bosoms shook temptingly, fruit on a tree.
ÒOh, I canÕt stand it anymore!Ó Jay shouted suddenly. He leapt up and
grabbed his penis and, holding it aloft over his plate, oblivious to his food
beneath, he jacked himself. His jism spurted out onto his eggs.
The maid appeared behind him. She reached up and grabbed his
blonde-haired head. She slapped him hard on his bottom with her bare,
calloused hand.
ÒBad boy! Bad boy!Ó the maid shouted, but Jay did not desist in
rubbing himself until all his sperm had squirted out onto his plate.
ÒIÕm afraid this place is rather like Willy WonkaÕs,Ó Ben said to Jay.
Now that youÕve cum, youÕve got to go.Ó The maid drew a needle from a
pocket in her blouse and flicked a cap off its tip. To her horror, Kate saw
that it was a syringe. She tried to cry out to warn Jay but before she
could the maid stuck him in his bare bottom with the needle. Jay shouted.
His face went from passion to surprise in the space of a second.
ÒThatÕs a dirty trick!Ó Jay said. He turned to the maid. But already
the contents of the syringe was beginning to take effect. As the maid
primly capped her needle, Jay shuddered. He looked as if he wished to
attack her but instead he collapsed to the floor.
For a minute Jay just lay on the floor, shouting obscenities. Sam
laughed at him but did nothing to help him. Kate was too scared to say
anything. Ben and Gilda kept eating, as if nothing had happened. The maid
stood over Jay, watching him. He swore at her but he was unable to do
little more than shake a fist at her and try to grab, ineffectually, her
ankles. He grew more and more tired as he shouted. Then, abruptly, he fell
asleep.
The maid bent over and grabbed JayÕs wrists. She dragged him
across the floor. Jay was no more dangerous now than a sack of potatoes.
She removed him from the room and Kate did not see him again.
ÒUh, whatÕll happen to him?Ó Sam asked finally, breaking the silence.
ÒYour fraternity leader will be called and will come and pick him
up,Ó Gilda said. She smiled. ÒDonÕt worry. He wonÕt come in here and see
you sitting here naked.Ó Sam blushed. ÒYour friend will be taken back to
his dorm room. The sedative should wear off in an hour or two. Except for
his empty balls, heÕll be just as he was before.Ó
ÒUh, mine are a little full,Ó Sam said.
ÒIÕm quite aware of your balls, Sam,Ó Gilda said. ÒAnd your penis.
YouÕve been poking at at me all morning. Please try to concentrate on your
meal. WeÕll be having guests this evening and I hope youÕll be ready for
them. WeÕll need all the sperm youÕve got then, but until then I expect you
to behave and not shoot it onto your plate like Jay did.Ó
ÒSure, no problem,Ó Sam said. His voice was firm but his body
shuddered. Kate wondered what her role would be at the orgy.
ÒRemember, you shoot and youÕre gone,Ó Ben warned Sam.
ÒYes sir but what about at the orgy?Ó Sam asked. His voice was
high-pitched as he spoke. Kate suppressed a giggle.
ÒThe orgy is where youÕll be put to work,Ó Ben said. ÒI hope you
donÕt have any dates planned for this weekend?Ó
ÒNo sir.Ó
ÒGood. YouÕll be more than rewarded for your patience tonight. When
tomorrow comes, believe me, youÕll be totally drained.Ó
ÒI could use a little draining,Ó Sam replied. He ate his eggs lustily
and said no more.
FLYNT EMPIRE UNVEILED !
For years I have wondered how many magazines Larry Flynt
publishes. I have heard legendary figures -- that he publishes thirteen
different magazines, owns half the porn in America, etc.
Now at last I have a complete list of everything Larry Flynt
publishes. I got this list by accident when I wrote enquiring about an ad in
Hustler, for the re-vamped magazine Chic. You would think Larry would
print this list in the back of every one of his magazines. After all, you
canÕt subscribe to a magazine if you donÕt know it exists.
I have always gotten good service from Larry so I assume all these
magazines do in fact exist. In the case of most of them, however, this is
the first time I have ever heard of them.
Following is the magazine name, the number of issues, and the price
for a one year subscription, plus an editorial comment by me.
Asian Fever, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features Asian girls.
Barely Legal, 12 issues, $39.95. Cute but boring. Focuses on 18-year-old
girls.
Busty Beauties, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features girls with big boobs.
Brown Sugar, 12 issues, $29.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features African girls.
Chic, 12 issues, $39.95. This is the re-vamped magazine I saw advertised
in Hustler. Apparently it features teenage girls in bondage.
H. Erotic Video Guide, 12 issues, $39.95. I have never heard of this
magazine. Presumably it is a guide to erotic videos.
Hometown Girls, 12 issues, $29.95. I saw an ad for this once, but never
have seen a copy. Presumably it is similar to Barely Legal.
Honey Buns, 6 issues, $19.95. I have never heard of this magazine.
Presumably it features girlsÕ bottoms.
Hustler, 12 issues, $39.95. Larry FlyntÕs flagship magazine. Basically itÕs
boring, from a pictorial standpoint. Sometimes there is a (light) bondage
pictorial. Also, occasionally, there is an 18-year-old cutie at the back of
the magazine, though the pictorial is often boring.
Hustler does have good cartoons and at least one interesting article
on sex in America per month.
Leg World, 12 issues, $29.95. I have seen one copy of this magazine. It
features girlsÕ and womensÕ legs. There is some light bondage but itÕs
boring since there is only one girl per bondage pictorial. (i.e. there need to
be at least two girls, together, in a bondage pictorial for it to be
worthwhile, in my opinion).
Taboo, 12 issues, $29.95. This magazine includes bondage. Each issue
there is at least one pictorial that shows two girls together. One of the
girls is a mistress and the other one is a slave.
Sometimes there is a bondage pictorial that features a man, which
usually makes it boring. Also, sometimes one or more of the ÒgirlsÓ in the
pictorial is actually a Mature Woman, which makes the pictorial suck.
Finally, Taboo is not just about girls in bondage. It also features
gross-out pictorials about other subjects.
My advice if you are interested in Taboo is: Enjoy the girls, but keep
your vomit bag handy (and your waste basket).
To subscribe, make your check or money order payable to the title ordered.
(i.e., for Taboo, write ÒTabooÓ on your check.) No Cash Accepted.
LFP, Inc. (Larry Flynt Publications, Inc.) 8484 Wilshire Blvd., Suite 900,
Beverly Hills, CA 90211. Voice Phone: 1-800-566-5760. Fax: 1-323-
651-0526.
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Carlton Hotel, Cannes, France
by Laura Ryder
The sun throws its hot saber blade
across the promenade,
blistering the ancient arms
of tall palms and peopleÕs minds.
Men and women march to the beat
of the waves, disappearing
into the scorched Mediterranean air.
The Riviera consists of nothing
but exceptions,
rules are exceptions to the exceptions.
Money flows like champagne,
beauty reigns.
My knees find no altar
before which to bend.
There is much to love and hate;
doubt ebbs like the tide.
A man watches me from his balcony.
What is true is that every view
is significant for him who sees it.
I light a cigarette and stare at the sea.
The silver grey smoke waifs towards him.
I want a state of creative suspense.
I step out of my dress.
I want to take and give myself over.
I want what is immediate and self-evident.
I relate to all things.
I remove my bra and panties.
A work of art conducts
a creative dialogue with the onlooker.
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EditorÕs notes:
Poem, line 21: ÒwaifsÓ may actually have been intended to be ÒwaftsÓ.
LauraÕs poem was taken from the zine FUCK! (Nice title. Too bad I
didnÕt think of it, huh?) FUCK!, Volume 2, Number 1, January 1999,
unpriced. (My advice is to send $1.00) Three 8 1/2 x 11 inch sheets of
paper, stapled in the corner. FUCK!, c/o Lee Thorn, Box 85571, Tucson, AZ
85754.
LauraÕs poem is on page 4 of FUCK! Also on page 4 you can see a
photo of Laura. She is blonde, about 18-years-old, and topless. IÕm sure
her topless photo had absolutely nothing to do with me printing her poem.
AND IN THE END...
DREAMGIRLS FASHION
ÒJacobsÕ show was suggestive of a group of tiny yet gorgeous
school-girls who had lost their way but were bravely striding on.Ó
- TIME, November 16, 1998, pg. 122.
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Click on ÒPower SearchÓ in the middle of the screen.
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-END OF 417 EMISSION
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All About You!: Available at Waldenbooks or by subscription from:
Discount Magazine, 1-516-681-0247.
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on any subject and art that will photocopy well.Ó