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October 18th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
There’s a lot of extreme closeup shots to be seen at the gyno/medical fetish site Exclusive Club, but as usual for me, I found myself more entertained by some of the establishing shots. Does the doctor really need such a firm hold on her chin to look at her tonsils? Or is he, like, planning to anoint them?
And I also like this next shot (below), chaste though it is despite the schmear of KY jelly on her butt. I can just hear the doctor booming “We are done, thou well-greased wench! Begone from my exam table!”
(Upon mature reflection, it’s probably just as well I didn’t pursue a medical career.)
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October 17th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
There’s an old folk song out there, sung by the Kingston Trio and many others, that goes a little bit like this:
We came to town to see
that old tattooed lady.
She was a sight to see,
tattooed from head to knee.
My uncle Ned was there.
He came to gape and stare.
“I’ve never!” he declared
“seen such a freak so fair.
And on her jaw
was the Royal Flying Corp
and on her back
was the Union Jack,
now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine
marched the Queen’s own guards in line
and all around her hips
sailed a fleet of battleships.
And over her left kidney
was a bird’s eye view of Sidney
but what we liked best
was upon her chest:
My little home in Waikiki!
And which point a voice shouts in surprise “What did you say?” And the whole song starts over. You can sing it all day if you like.
If you’ve heard the song, you’ll recognize the mental voice in which I thought “What?” when I saw a mention on Fleshbot of a woman with a ring of writing tattooed around her anus.
“What did he say?”
Also: Ouch.
Apparently the writing does not, as has been suggested elsewhere, say (in Elvish runes or otherwise): “One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.”
Aside: I know a guy who would fall over dead from sheer nerd joy if he had a girlfriend who (a) liked anal and (b) had that tattooed around her rosebud.
Sadly, no; what porn star Adrenalynn actually has tattooed on her asshole is (reportedly) the phrase “Jarrod’s Little Fuckdoll.”
Jarrod is her husband, and I heartily hope the tender sentiment has the same effect on him as the runes would have on your average 19-year-old anal-loving Tolkien fan.
For the curious, there’s a fairly clear view of Adrenalynn’s anal tattoo in the twelfth picture from this gallery. The last ten seconds of the fourth video clip here also gives you several good views, if you’re fast with the pause button. Adrenalynn is pretty cute, so your time won’t be wasted!
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October 15th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I believe this vintage photograph of six naked men may date from the 1930s. I found it on Usenet and it came with a filename suggesting that these were military men getting some R&R:
As I sometimes do when I have an attractive and somewhat unusual image available in fairly high resolution, I cropped and uploaded a couple of versions in sizes suitable for use as Windows wallpaper:
Six Nude Men (800×600)
Six Nude Men (1024×768)
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October 13th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
There’s a new fetish map out there, and Franklin Veaux, its creator, says:
Some time ago, a person named Katharine Gates designed a map of human sexuality. … My first impression upon seeing this fetish map was that it was woefully incomplete. … I wanted to try my hand at designing a fetish map that would be a bit more complete than Ms. Gates’, and I thought, why not do it as an actual map? One of the ideas I wanted to convey was how small most folks’ sexual experience is, how small most folks’ conception of the whole range of sexual expression is, and how vast the actual range of sexual expression is. And, I thought, a map of an imaginary world might be a way to do that.
And how! The map is huge and well worth perusing. Here’s just one tiny detail:
Thanks to Violet Blue for the link.
October 11th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I don’t do very many pure “go buy some shit” blog posts, because it’s very easy for sex blogs to go overboard that way. But sometimes I see something that’s just too deliciously bizarre not to point out.
Anyway, last night I went surfing to see what was new in sex toys, and what I discovered instead was new sexy stuff in the masks and BDSM hoods areas.
What caught my eyes in particular were these expensive, spectacular, and surreal leather bunny hoods, in black or white:
(Sadly the carrot dildo is not included.)
Continuing in the animal vein, check out this scary-but-very-handsome zippered dog-face hood:
You may or may not find these sexy, but you’ve got to admit they catch the eye!
October 10th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
From Junkbuzzed comes this fun-to-read account of dealing with an angry woman:
The next thing I hear is the clomp-clomp-clomp of angry woman footfalls striding away from me in ragtag contempt. I think about how grand it is, the affected gait of a woman slighted, and subsequently wonder if this precise non-verbal declaration of high dudgeon is perhaps a gender-imperative — in that, possessing of wider hips and longer legs, women are better built for spontaneous stomping fits, whereas we men, with our thin-hipped deportment are better suited to sadly trudging about. I make a mental note to write about this later, as another “ASSHOLE” is hurled from the other room like a wonky Russian warhead sold on the cheap to a republic that just formed last Tuesday. And the last thing to flutter across my consciousness is how many of history’s great tyrants had sleep apnea…
I wake up the next morning in a sheet of caked-over flop-sweat, and am immediately grateful that I was the first to rise. I take this time to clean and dress my wounds, as well as prepare for the Serious Talking-To that was sure to come with her waking. Which it does. Fortunately this particular talking-to does not seem to involve any spear-like instruments with which to strike at me.
This is not to say that she wasn’t incalculably unhappy with me. She in fact is sitting across from me, eyes drawn into puffy, sleep-deprived slits; legs crossed tighter than American credit lines; and her lower lip, jutted out not in petulance but in permanent, irretrievable sigh.
So I do what any man does when he knows he is wrong and is fresh out of loopholes, stratagems, and smokescreens: I fall on my sword. And when I fall on my sword, I go all out — I really make a show out of it. Because if she’s that mad at you, simple apologies aren’t really enough; she deserves a little entertainment for her trouble. So I flop about, wail, and generally carry on like flaming dipshit. This seems to appease her somewhat.
It’s worth reading the whole thing; there’s even an insight on the importance of cunnilingus.
October 9th, 2008 -- by Aphrodite
Aphrodite blogs:
That’s the only explanation I’ve come up with for the negative reaction to this very nice photo of Lily Cole, which is the cover of October’s French Playboy:
Go here to see a full-size picture, from Anorak.
The blog post kicks off with, “LILY Cole dresses like a nine-year-old on the cover of Playboy,” and asks readers if it’s perverted to look at women dressed as schoolgirls. Some say that it is……but, chaps, is she not in fact rather more undressed than most nine-year-olds would be? She is obviously lusciously curvy too, something most girls that young are not.
I thought Europeans were less squeamish about most kinds of roleplaying in sex…..and surely the schoolgirl look on a fullgrown woman is closer to kink than it is crime. I don’t go all cross-eyed and breathless over these kinds of pictures, but it’s still a great picture of a gorgeous woman and I’m just not seeing where all the fussing comes in.
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