October 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Spammers: The Troll Cure
Remember my ranty post Spam Robot Finally Rolls 00 Versus Turing? Well, a commenter there has pointed to a delightfully on-point XKCD:
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October 24th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Legs and Stockings
This should please the leg fetishists among ye:
Don’t forget to click for the big version.
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October 24th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Wife Training Institute
He got his fingers slapped once too often, trying to get friendly while Glee was on. So he picked up the phone and called the Spouse Training Institute. They sent around a capture van right away and promised that by time his wife got home, she’d have a whole new attitude, yeah and verily even unto the anal sex:
Needless to say, this video is “For Entertainment Purposes Only.”
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October 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Squeezing An Orange
ErosBlog has a little bit of history with the idea of putting oranges up a person’s butt. And however good or bad an idea that might strike you as, it can be done.
We’re not just talking about squishy little Mandarin deals, either. Oh, no.
Oh, no. We’re talking big robust California Navel oranges.
Explanations I leave to others.
October 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The Pipes Of Pan
Learn the pipes. Play the pipes. Trust the pipes. The pipes will come through for you:
But only, perhaps, if you are a minor forest deity. Your mileage may vary.
(I’d really like a provenance for this art; right now, I don’t have any.)
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October 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Red Ass, Golden Ass
I stalwartly maintain that our prudery as a society inhibits our ability to teach our young people. Take the classics, like, say, The Golden Ass by Apuleius. It’s not a bad book as it stands, but it’s even more entertaining as imagined by Milo Manara:
This panel from Manara’s graphic novel version found at Spanking Blog.
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October 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Edith Wharton Wrote Erotica?
It would appear that she did, like all good literary ladies in 1919.
This is from a short erotic story called The Bread Of Angels and I am indebted to Miss Maggie Mayhem for the link:
An instant more, and his tongue had left her fainting mouth and was twisting like a soft, pink snake about each breast in turn, passing from one to the other till his lips closed hard on the nipples, sucking them with a tender gluttony.
Then suddenly he drew back her wrapper entirely, whispered, “I want you all, so that my eyes can see all that my lips can’t cover,” and in a moment she was free, lying before him in her fresh young nakedness, and feeling that indeed his eyes were covering it with fiery kisses. But Mr. Palmato was never idle, and while this sensation flashed through her, one of his arms had slipped under her back and wound itself around her so that his hand again enclosed her left breast. At the same moment the other hand softly separated her legs and began to slip up the old path it had so often traveled in darkness. But now it was light, she was uncovered; and looking downward beyond his dark, silver-sprinkled head, she could see her own parted knees and outstretched ankles and feet. Suddenly she remembered Austin’s rough advances and shuddered.
The mounting hand paused, the dark head was instantly raised. “What is it, my own?”
“I was–remembering–last week–” she faltered, below her breath.
“Yes, darling. That experience was a cruel one–but it has to come once in all women’s lives. Now we shall reap its fruit.”
