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BOOK REVIEW
by holy joe
Yesterday I went over to Perply’s. His T.V. was off. He
wasn’t reading any of his teen magazines. He wasn’t even reading any of
his little girl magazines. Instead, he was writing in a notebook.
“Perply,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m finishing a dictionary,” he told me.
“A dictionary?” I asked him. “You’re rather ambitious, don’t
you think?”
“No,” Perply said. “Because I’m already finished with it.
It’s time we joined the modern age, holy joe.”
“I thought I was already in it,” I said. “Wherever I go, there
I am. In the present!”
“Yes, but we must be politically correct, joe,” Perply told me.
“Oh,” I said.
“Don’t worry. That’s what this dictionary of mine is. It’s a
politically correct dictionary. And since I’ve just finished it, it’s
the most recent politically correct dictionary too, which means it’s the
most correct!”
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. Here’s a selection:
PERPLY’S POLITICALLY CORRECT DICTIONARY
abridged
Companion Girl - Formerly known as a “little girl”, or “child”, the full
depth of her contributions to our society can at last be recognized.
She’s fun, happy, and cute. She’s 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 “woman”. 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 she’s
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 “pedophile”, “child
molester”, or even (stretching credulity to its limit) a “dangerous
sexual predator”, 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 “patrolling” the internet, but really is
only feeding his or her own ego, to the detriment of others. Sends
innocuous-sounding messages asking to “trade” various types of “pics”.
These invariably prove to be forbidden by the Toilet. (See Below.)
Toilet - The repository of politicians’ egos, otherwise known as “The
Law”. At various times, under “The Law”, 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.
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
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Issue No. 419
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s 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 couldn’t 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 they’d 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 girls’ jacks on the floor of the porch.
She sprinkled them over Sam’s 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 didn’t mind the attention, although he looked
like he might spend himself at any moment as Gilda’s 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.
“They’ve invented a new twist on jacks,” Ben said to Kate,
walking into the living room and standing beside her.
“I hate you,” Kate breathed. She trembled, afraid he might hit
her for talking back.
“You look lovely lying on the floor like that. Did one of your
boyfriends leave something behind after porking you?” Ben asked. Kate
shivered and spread her legs wider. It did nothing to ease the
discomfort in her ass.
“You’re cruel and inhuman,” 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 Sam’s 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, don’t 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.
“I hate you,” Kate said again, lying at Ben’s feet. With her
tongue she reached for his shoes and gave one of them a small lick.
“Well, I don’t hate you,” Ben replied, and turned away.
“Unfortunately...” 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
“Lie still, Kate. I must remove the dildo,” 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 Kate’s chagrin.
This time there was no massage. Gilda undid the g-string from
Kate’s waist and crotch. Then, seizing the dildo with her fingers, she
pulled hard upon it.
“Ohhh!” Kate blurted.
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“That little bit of leather”
by Michael O’Marah
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.
I’d just bought
those bed posts.
I wasn’t 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 didn’t.
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 weren’t 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 I’d 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 wasn’t
the last game we’d 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 I’m
sure that thought never crossed the poet’s mind. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
“It must be culture, because it certainly isn’t entertainment.”
- Lord Grade
(The Economist, December 19, 1998, pg. 122.)
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