6 HORNY IS AS HORNY DOES Watch her sizzle!
14 FEETS OF PASSION
True toe tales!
20 LEG ACTION RAW
You'll never forget our hidden camera shots!
28 TEASER PLEASER
She gets the job done!
32 ANTIQUE KINK
A blast from the past!
52 PEEP SHOW
A leggy lass gets caught with her thighs parted!
58 PLAYGROUND OF PARADISE
Enjoy a swinging good time!
70 CAMERA CLUB
The sexiest amateur photos ever!
74 THE WILD, WILD, WILDEST WEST
She can tame any cowboy!
122 PORN STAR, PED STAR
Real life imitates reel life!
PUBLISHER'S DECREE
LET'S GET PERSONAL!
As I sit here and ponder my queendom, I'm amazed at how curious all you infidels
are about your Goddess. The volume of mail I get concerning my personal life is
astounding. Of course, I guess I really shouldn't be all that surprised because,
after all, I am a national treasure. When someone is a celebrity, the public hungers
for every iota of information possible about that person. Since I am one of the
most revered women in the country—the World, actually—slaves everywhere
want to know all they can about their true Mistress. The mountains of mail I get
include letters asking the most intimate questions. So let me make it known that
your impertinence is duly noted. But your Goddess is not mad. On the contrary,
I find your pathetic attempts at getting close to Goddess M. absolutely hilarious!
You see, being such a wise woman, I realize that, ever since I've entered your
world, your life revolves around me. Just as you would with anyone you had a relationship
with, you want to discern all you can about me. In that way, you can feel as if
we're actually close. You build a shrine onto me in your mind and in order to
feed your needs and longings, you feel as if you must get to know me. Silly, silly
boy! Don't you understand, that is the one thing above all others that is impossible.
Because I'm on a completely different level of existence than everyone else, I
will never allow you the privilege of getting too close. I must be worshiped from
afar. If I divulged personal things about myself, my mystique might wane and I
might only be a few light-years ahead of you, instead of the infinite difference
between us.
Most ironic, you really don't want me to answer your questions. Even your small
brain realizes that if descended from my throne to walk among you, so to speak,
I would no longer be as Majestic. You don't expect me to answer your questions,
but to stroke your own pitiful ego, you must at least attempt the effort. I can't
punish you for that. If I were you —Heaven forbid—I'd want to try
to get as close to me as possible. They say that while there's life, there's hope.
Not really true, but I'll allow you that insane illusion, if only for the briefest
of moments.
This is not to say that, perhaps, one day, I might not divulge some trivial fact
about myself. If I'm in an extravagantly benevolent mood, I might provide a crumb
of information. But don't count on it. That way if I do shed light on my life,
you'll be pleasantly surprised. No matter the case, the mere fact that allow you
to even touch my image on these pages should be reward enough for a lifetime!
And while on the subject of "rewards," I give you permission to thank
me now for this issue. I know, it's fantastic beyond words! As I promised, each
edition will be better than the previous; Goddess M. never goes back on her divine
word! You may bow in praise before me, call out my name, and provide proof of
your love and loyalty by spilling your seed in my honor. If your Lucky Stars are
in proper alignment, I'll be back next issue! Until then, don't forget to keep
those letters coming. I do so love those "incredible" questions!
