I got a note from Twiddly Bits asking me to let folks know her blog isn’t down forever. Seems she (and everyone else hosted by the Indecent Blogging folks — Red Sneaker Diaries and Naughty Secrets, to name two others on my blogroll, are also gone) has been down for two days, with no contact or response from Indecent Blogging. Ouch! Now I guess we know what’s indecent about that service!

The shirtless rogue in this picture really knows how to steal a kiss. Tying up the pretty girls may not be politically correct, but it seems to be working for him:

Of course, the next thing he’s going to do is unbuckle that big belt buckle. And then she’ll be kissing something else.

Picture courtesy Sex and Submission.

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Sometimes I miss San Francisco, even though the three years I lived there I was too young and callow and lonely and broke and chickenshit to take advantage of even five percent of its true charms. Despite being the most populous place I’ve ever resided, some of my better memories of SF are of its natural spaces; one vivid memory is the Halloween night I spent wandering in the moonlight on Ocean Beach, enjoying the surf air but lacking the social mojo to crash any of the bonfire parties scattered up and down the beach. I always did enjoy Golden Gate Park when my hikes took me over that way, and I often mourned the lack of frolicking naked people that my father reported were prevalent when he frequented the place some thirty years before me.

The great wheel turns, or I didn’t keep my eyes open wide enough, or the times they are a-changin’…again. Violet Blue knows how to run a picnic:

Then we meandered home, where we made afternoon cocktails and put all the produce and fresh bread into a picnic basket and headed off to Golden Gate Park. We spread out a packing blanket I stole a few SRL shows ago and sat in the trees, on grass and little tiny white flowers, along a secluded stretch of winding duck pond. For a few minutes a couple and a photographer wandered through out little corner of bliss, taking their engagement photos. We sipped Campari and soda with lemon, and nibbled on everything in and out of the picnic basket. At one point, I even took dessert in the form of a quick and nasty blowjob while Hornboy writhed on the blanket — a very daring thing for me, to do this in public. A first. Such a huge turn-on, too; but how can a girl resist seeing a nice hard knob in a pair of pants and not want to take a sample? A girl just can’t.

This is perhaps the most energetic bit of sex prose I’ve ever had the pleasure to read:

…and then I twigged, this must be her special ploy to rouse the roues, playing the helpless fawn shrinking before the roaring ravisher. Wasted on me, absolutely; cowering or brazen, it’s all one to your correspondent; as she turned to flee, whimpering, I siezed her amidships, tossed her into the air, planted her on hands and knees, and was installed before she could budge, roaring feigned endearments to soothe her pretended alarm and bulling away like fury. With two lost months to make up for, I’d no time to waste on further refinements, nor, I fear, did I treat her with that solicitude which a considerate rider should show to his mount, especially when she’s barely five feet tall and half his weight. Having slaked what the lady novelists would call my base passion, I staggered up and collapsed on the bed, most capitally exhausted, leaving her prone and gasping on the carpet with her little bottom a-quiver, very fetching, and her hat and veil still in place.

From Flashman And The Angel Of The Lord by George MacDonald Fraser.

Don’t ever let anybody tell you that the ancients weren’t every bit as kinky as we modern types. Here’s a detail from a sketch of the fragmentary Turin Papyrus showing a charioteer boffing a woman while the chariot is being drawn by yet more scantily-clad women or girls, wearing masks or perhaps drawn as having animal heads.

The image comes from this article on ancient Egyptian sexuality, found via Good Shit.

2014 update: There’s an easier-to-see sketch of the ponygirl section, found here.

Apparently this blog hasn’t been adequately meeting customer demand for spanking material, because y’all are starting to mail the stuff to me. Here’s an illustration (from the cover art for a Taschen art book title called “All-American Ads 1930s”) of a matronly woman whaling away with a laundry brush at the posterier of a cake-stealing cowboy:

Personally, I’d find it more entertaining if the cowboy was doing the spanking.

Thanks to Justin for emailing the art.

This came to me in a circulating email entitled “The Perfect Romantic Dinner”:

I don’t know about “perfect”, but it looks like it would be fun at least once.

And you just know she’s having a cannoli for desert….