May 1st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
As part of an ode to post-sex summer-evening scooter-driving, Steph offers a parenthetical solution to the road rage problem:
Road rage is all because people aren?t having sex enough. C’mon, people! Spread the sex around. Let’s reclaim our streets. Nice, happy drivers who just couldn’t give a shit if you go faster. They’re thinking about getting a little more of the shaggin’ they just had. A far better traffic pattern would emerge, I bet.
April 30th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
You never know for sure, but this spectacular exemplar of the “girls kissing” photo genre looks candid and unposed to me:
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April 29th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
“Watch the game? No, I don’t think you’ll be watching the game tonight.”
April 28th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
They don’t make architecture like they used to.
When I saw this photo (courtesy of Matt from The Secret Life of Librarygirl) I was struck (not literally, that would hurt) by the, er, emphatic size of the stone breasts on this gryphonesque mishmash creature:
Apparently this is a detail from the interior decoration at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles.
April 27th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
There’s more than one way to deal with an intrusive homeowner’s association (or, for that matter, with a husband who likes to spank):
The homeowners association sent me a letter… someone complained that my Rotts, Tank and Panda, were embarrassing them by making whoopee in the backyard in the middle of the day. Excuse me? I have a 7-foot wooden fence around the backyard. What was that person doing standing on a ladder peeking in?
“SAR!”
SWAT!
Tsk.
“And don’t tell them what we often do in the backyard in warmer weather.”
I wrote back that they should peek in around 7 p.m. when the giant squid and I are in the backyard and in the gazebo sharing a glass of wine. Sometimes we make whoopee out there. It would make for a better show. Tsk.
“SAR!”
SWAT!
Double Tsk.
From Pieces.
April 27th, 2006 -- by Aphrodite
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My weekend was terrific. It was the first time I stayed over at J’s house. Most of the soon to be ex’s stuff was gone, so that was okay. The best parts were all the tulips he bought, he put them in just about every room in the house and they were gorgeous….and the sex.
J is more playful than I thought. After dinner I thought he’d want to go right to bed, but he put on some music in the living room and we sat and drank more wine and talked. The music was great, sexy but not too pushy….and as we got warmed up, he asked me to strip for him. I got up to start…..and noticed the huge window with only a sheer curtain covering it. He noticed my glance and just grinned and nodded. Did I mention that his house is on the main highway just barely out of town? Almost everybody that comes and goes from town uses that road. I started to sit back down and then I realized that he was asking for his idea of adding spice to our sex. It wasn’t what I was thinking of, but that shouldn’t stop me….
So I did it. At first I was a little embarassed, but the music and the buzz from the wine and his huge smile got me into it. So did thinking about how many people might see part of the show I was putting on! I danced and teased and got totally into it…..and so did J. We ended up making love there too. I had turned around and was wiggling my ass at him and he stood up and pulled off his pants. He bent me over a chair and filled me in one slow thrust. It didn’t take much more for me to come and he wasn’t far behind. I had forgotten all about the window…..but seeing headlights swoop by reminded me that we both had just put on a show…..and that got me hot again. So yeah, we did an encore too.
April 26th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
I tell you what, if they conducted women’s boxing in the manner shown in this vintage picture, it would be a lot more popular:
The picture (from a postcard most of a century old) also proves that the “pay models to fight with their clothes off” porn concept was not invented by Ultimate Surrender and its ilk.
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