Outrageous Women, "A journal of woman-to-woman S/M" waspublished in the mid to late 80's and seemed to havedisappeared from existence in 1988. The magazine used avolunteer staff which produced excellent copy. Anyone knowwhat happened? Here is one of their stories:
First DateBy Road Rat
I always wanted to go on a date with a femme who wore amini-skirt. This was the night! All evening long, I had tokeep rubbing the crotch of my beat-up button fly jeans forsome relief, anticipating your soft cunt hidden away from myview. Your short denim skirt and huge tits spilling overthe top of your tight V-neck shirt were sending all thebutches at the Marquee into turmoil. I got off on theirfrustration cuz you were taken tonight; you were mine. Atleast they weren't stupid enough to make any moves; no onewas badder than me, plus I belonged to one hell of a tough-dyke motorcycle club. You bop down the length of the bar, looking outrageousand trashy, and loving every minute of it. I proudly watchyour strong curvacious legs, notice the hungry eyesfollowing you and I stare them all down as you place yourhands on my shoulders, prominently placing its and cleavagevery close to my mouth. Flirtatious little bitch. You finish the last of my beer and yell something, tugat my beltloop, and we're on the dance floor. Holding you,I feel every curve, the bra strap tight across your back,nice round hips, and even rounder ass. My fingertips justtouch the tip of your skirt. It's all I can do not to grabyour thighs right there on the dance floor. But this is ourfirst date and I want to be "good". We can't stand it any longer. You back away, exertinggentle pressure on my biceps, taut and muscular from yearsof biking, weight lifting, and dancing too close to hotwomen. Time to get out of here! We climb into my truck.Usually the only time I drive four wheels is when it rains,but when you're on a date with a femme in a mini-skirt, shecan't be a passenger on a motorcycle. AT least not thefirst date. I crank up a Springsteen tape and try to keep my eyesoff your thighs and on the road. Nothing better thancruising around on a sultry summer night... but I havebetter plans. We haul ass back to my place andunfortunately all my roommates are home, making what I wantto do a little uncool. I drive into the garage and park thetruck. Three silent motorcycles stare blankly at us fromthe other side of the garage. You admire the bikes, bit ofchrome highlighted in the darkness. The smell of hot oilpermeates the humid hot air. I don't let you leave the garage. "Get in the back ofthe truck." I pull down the tailgate and throw a couple ofblankets onto the truck bed. You look at me is disbelief,but I slam the garage door shut and chain it from theinside. We're both in the back of the truck, barely able tosee in the darkness. "Lie down", I command, and you do.I'm working over you, and very quickly, grabbing rope I useto tie down motorcycles and firmly lashing you spread-eagledinside the truck bed. "A lot easier than roping in a bike",I grin. Your head is on the tailgate end, and wide open legsfacing the cab. I lean up against the rear window and canfinally see all the way up that hot mini-skirt. Your cuntis quivering beneath your lace panties. I rub my crotchsome more and unbutton my jeans. You are either toosurprised or ecstatic to say anything. I hop off the truck,whit off my motorcycle shirt, and return with a cold beerfrom my garage stash. I consider driving this rig over toshare you with my biker friends, but no, tonight you areMINE. Our eyes are finally accustomed to the darkness. Youwatch me casually standing in the truck bed between yourlegs. Hot cunt permeates the humid air...
Road Rat, the author, was mentioned in the magazine "aboutto contributors":
Road Rat: I'm currently sleeping with one of the editors ofthis mag so I can get my stories and cartoons in print. I'ma handsome butch biker who loves bikin' and fuckin', playinggenderfuck, and reading "Easyriders".
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