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BOOK REVIEW
by holy joe
Yesterday I went over to PerplyÕs. His T.V. was off. He wasnÕt
reading any of his teen magazines. He wasnÕt even reading any of his little
girl magazines. Instead, he was writing in a notebook.
ÒPerply,Ó I said. ÒWhat are you doing?Ó
ÒIÕm finishing a dictionary,Ó he told me.
ÒA dictionary?Ó I asked him. ÒYouÕre rather ambitious, donÕt you
think?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Perply said. ÒBecause IÕm already finished with it. ItÕs time
we joined the modern age, holy joe.Ó
ÒI thought I was already in it,Ó I said. ÒWherever I go, there I am. In
the present!Ó
ÒYes, but we must be politically correct, joe,Ó Perply told me.
ÒOh,Ó I said.
ÒDonÕt worry. ThatÕs what this dictionary of mine is. ItÕs a
politically correct dictionary. And since IÕve just finished it, itÕs the
most recent politically correct dictionary too, which means itÕs the most
correct!Ó
Not quite following his logic, I nonetheless let Perply show me his
dictionary. It had quite a few words in it. They were quite interesting.
HereÕs a selection:
PERPLYÕS POLITICALLY CORRECT DICTIONARY
abridged
Companion Girl - Formerly known as a Òlittle girlÓ, or ÒchildÓ, the full
depth of her contributions to our society can at last be recognized. SheÕs
fun, happy, and cute. SheÕs also, contrary to conventional wisdom, full of
interesting thoughts, for those willing to listen. What better way to
spend the day than with a beautiful Companion Girl? (And the night too.)
Ogre - Commonly mispronounced as ÒwomanÓ. This creature is to be
avoided at all costs. She is plotting, manipulative, deceitful, and lacks
any true sense of fun. There is not a single thought in her head that is
worth hearing. In fact, any moron can figure out what sheÕs going to say
before she even says it. She exhibits a deep jealousy of Companion Girls,
particularly when they are in the company of the next entry.
Honorary President - Previously referred to as a ÒpedophileÓ, Òchild
molesterÓ, or even (stretching credulity to its limit) a Òdangerous sexual
predatorÓ, this citizen can at last be given his proper name and definition.
He is a companion to Companion Girl, listed above.
Cro-Magnon Man - A male found in the company of Ogre. This creature
lacks the intelligence to be with Companion Girl, except due to biological
accident. Castration has proven useless in improving the I.Q. of this
creature.
Judas - This being claims to be ÒpatrollingÓ the internet, but really is
only feeding his or her own ego, to the detriment of others. Sends
innocuous-sounding messages asking to ÒtradeÓ various types of ÒpicsÓ.
These invariably prove to be forbidden by the Toilet. (See Below.)
Toilet - The repository of politiciansÕ egos, otherwise known as ÒThe
LawÓ. At various times, under ÒThe LawÓ, it was forbidden to translate
the Bible into English, be a Christian, or heal the sick on Sunday. This is
why the Toilet often needs to be flushed. Unfortunately politicians keep
filling it.
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Issue No. 419
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Ten
Kate was permitted to do as she wished during the afternoon, but the
dildo was not removed. A thin leather strap that passed around her waist
and between her legs kept it in place. The strap was much too narrow to
hide the fur of her pussy, and Kate wished she could at least be permitted
a panties to keep the maid from looking at her. But no panties were given
to her and the maid, bustling about, saw everything Kate and the rest of
them did.
Kate chose to lie in the big living room of the penthouse, sunning
herself. She spread out a beach towel on the carpet and lay inside the
sliding glass door. The UV from the sun couldnÕt tan her bottom but the
heat could sooth and warm her. She liked the heat. She lay her head in her
arms and felt the big dildo bugling inside her. It was distinctly
uncomfortable but she had no say in how her body was used. Her hands
were left free, but she knew if she tried to undo the g-string that held her
dildo in place they would make her wear chains. After theyÕd punished her.
Shivering in her shift that only covered her back and left her bottom bare,
Kate tried to sleep.
Sam and Gilda stepped out on the porch. The maid gave them each a
small washcloth to sit on and they sat down on the hard cement of the
porch. Kate, pretending to be sleeping, watched through slitted eyes as
Gilda sprinkled little girlsÕ jacks on the floor of the porch. She sprinkled
them over SamÕs erect cock. Then, teaching him how to play jacks, she
bounced the ball all around his erection and picked up the jacks one by one.
Sam didnÕt mind the attention, although he looked like he might spend
himself at any moment as GildaÕs slender fingers whisked pluckingly about
his stiffy. She encouraged him to play and he poured the steel jacks over
his penis. Then, careful not to rub himself, he picked up the jacks while
bouncing the ball around his dick.
ÒTheyÕve invented a new twist on jacks,Ó Ben said to Kate, walking
into the living room and standing beside her.
ÒI hate you,Ó Kate breathed. She trembled, afraid he might hit her
for talking back.
ÒYou look lovely lying on the floor like that. Did one of your
boyfriends leave something behind after porking you?Ó Ben asked. Kate
shivered and spread her legs wider. It did nothing to ease the discomfort
in her ass.
ÒYouÕre cruel and inhuman,Ó Kate said.
Ben made no reply. He stared down at her, then lifted his eyes and
looked at Gilda. She laughed as she took her turn, pouring jacks all over
SamÕs hard-on. Beside her, on the concrete, lay her trusty riding crop.
How could he sell this lovely creature at his feet into slavery? Ben
asked himself. He tried to keep the name of the man he intended to sell
her to from his mind. No, donÕt think of it, he told himself. Yet it gave
him a certain erotic thrill to think of her in his clutches. The Beast, that
was his name. He was a fat arab sultan but he was known as the harshest
tyrant around. Girls sold to him did not return. She would be his prisoner
forever, and count herself lucky if she were permitted by him simply to
stay alive.
ÒI hate you,Ó Kate said again, lying at BenÕs feet. With her tongue
she reached for his shoes and gave one of them a small lick.
ÒWell, I donÕt hate you,Ó Ben replied, and turned away.
ÒUnfortunately...Ó he added under his breath. For he could have easily sold
a girl he hated. He would have to try to think of Kate more neutrally, he
told himself. Perhaps then he could sell her with an easy heart.
Chapter Eleven
ÒLie still, Kate. I must remove the dildo,Ó Gilda urged Kate. She lay
upon the massage table again. The sheet beneath her was fresh and she
had two newly slipcased pillows under her hips. Sam stood helpfully
beside her, stroking the hair that fell in curls over her neck and face. Ben
stood in the doorway. The maid stood at her hips, much to KateÕs chagrin.
This time there was no massage. Gilda undid the g-string from
KateÕs waist and crotch. Then, seizing the dildo with her fingers, she
pulled hard upon it.
ÒOhhh!Ó Kate blurted.
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ÒThat little bit of leatherÓ
by Michael OÕMarah
You said you
loved me
as you reached
for that bit of leather.
I knew this was
another game,
I wondered
whether I would
enjoy it,
or [if] it would be
like the last.
I watched
as you wrapped
the string of leather
around my cock,
behind my balls
again and again.
I tried to pull it off,
my cock would explode
with the pressure
of my blood
but you grabbed
my hands,
pulled the handcuffs
from under the pillow.
Still I tried
to loosen
that leather
with my thighs
but you grabbed
my feet and tethered them.
IÕd just bought
those bed posts.
I wasnÕt liking this game.
I begged for you to stop,
loosen the choke hold you had
on my cock,
you laughed,
took out the rest
of your toys.
My eyes widened
in fear
as the clamps came near
to my chest,
I begged you to stop.
You didnÕt.
The pain,
you pinched and pulled
upon my nipples,
hard enough for me
to forget the pain
between my legs
and enjoy them both.
You werenÕt near done,
were you,
as you took that monster
into both hands.
Nothing that large
could be called a dildo.
You pushed into me,
stretching when IÕd been
stretched too far.
You pounded into me,
that thing was tearing me
apart
and we enjoyed it.
You straddled me,
opened yourself up
and swallowed.
I moaned for a moment in pleasure.
you grasped those clamps,
pulled and pulled,
bounced,
I thought to explode
from the pain, pleasure, pain
until I did
and filled you
and you rode the storm.
It lasted forever
until you took away
the clamps,
left me empty
without the dildo.
You looked into my eyes
for the first time
as you unwound
that bit of leather.
You freed my hands,
went in for a shower
never saying a word.
I knew this wasnÕt
the last game weÕd play
as I fondled
that little bit of leather,
flushing the toilet.
Candle light can be
so romantic.
(Perply suggested that the dominatrix was 10-years-old, but IÕm
sure that thought never crossed the poetÕs mind. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
ÒIt must be culture, because it certainly isnÕt entertainment.Ó
- Lord Grade
(The Economist, December 19, 1998, pg. 122.)
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