December 9th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I wouldn’t have thought naked twister could be improved upon, but that was before I heard of messy twister.
I guess you could theoretically play messy twister with clothes on. Sure, you could. Hell, people swim with clothes on all the time. But it wouldn’t, I think, be the pinnacle of the sport.
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December 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
So I saw something this Christmas season that totally made me go “Ho ho ho!” The Glass Candy Cane is a gorgeous stocking stuffer that could totally stuff other stuff too if you get my drift and I know you do:
Even thought it’s a large (12 inches overall length) Pyrex-glass insertable sex toy, it still manages to look (almost) totally innocent — and very festive! — sitting right there in the Christmas stocking for the world to see. That’s a bonus and a half. The sales copy reads:
The slippery smooth, long end of the shaft provides 6.5 inches of delicious Pyrex pleasure, while the curved end can be used to target more hard-to-reach places. Made of waterproof, hypoallergenic, odor and phthalate-free Pyrex glass that wonderfully retains and transmits heat and cold, this firm, hefty stick is sure to bring gasps of delight — on Christmas morning or any morning.
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December 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
For a 13-year-old girl? Seriously? This is so awful, on so many levels, my brain refuses to parse it:
Source: @cheesyhel on Twitter
December 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This blog post has one of those titles that’s not going to make a lot of sense unless you follow the link and read what you find there.
“The link” being this: Dr. Marty Klein’s observations about Sex In Hong Kong, after a week in that city training sex ed teachers.
It’s a fascinating little capsule-sketch of the local sexual conditions. Not detailed, probably missing nuances, but useful and interesting nonetheless. A book full of these, one for each country and region and important mega-city in the world, would make an excellent little special-interest encyclopedia.
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December 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
How can you find the nerd in the room?
First, you show this picture.
The nerd?
He’s the one who doesn’t mention the schoolgirl with her skirt flipped up and her bottom showing. Nope, he’s saying “Wow! Awesome hexagonal tiles … that bathroom would be a great place for my tabletop miniatures gaming group to meet!”
Image credit: Whipped Ass.
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December 5th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This very subtle punished-after-gym-class tableau (Is that a cane, or maybe a yard stick, on the desk behind her? And “punishment rules” on the notice board?) is from one of the vintage British spanking magazines, I’d wager. Don’t forget to click for the full length shot that shows her socks and gym shoes:
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December 4th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Here are just a few paragraphs from Maggie Mayhem’s poetic and insightful Getting Real About Strap-Ons. I certainly learned more about what “doin’ it right” ought to look and feel like than ever I got from viewing random bits of thoughtless porn:
I’ll have strapped myself into the 117-step process that rivals that of the skydiving process, slid nothing but “The Cadillac Of Cock” into the ring, checked my hips, checked my dong, turned around to make sure the butt part was right (cause sometimes that gets criss-crossed and you should start over because it will chaff) and I realize that I’m totally ready to go. It’s time. It is totally time for me to the one in charge of the thrusting and the pacing and the entry and the stuff astronauts worry about pretty much.
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And then the moment when you stop and make your best Prince face in the mirror with a sideways stare as you move to grab your member firmly for the first time. It’s like the final step to fully complete the animation process. It starts out at first as a novel feature, something to be giggled at with delight as the laws of physics are studied experimentally. But then, when you remember the task at hand, you have to ignite magic and pull the startup cord up in the brain.
That all happens when you clench your fist around that dick and turn your strap-on on. And maybe that silliness comes from digging back into your brain for those same muscles that turned cardboard boxes into pirate ships and sticks into swords and you were so good you could feel salty air on your cheeks indoors in a landlocked place.
I’ll show you transubstantiation.
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