Porn Publisher Rask can be funny as hell, and today he has a question for his readers:

When I go out, I often wear a leather Harley Davidson cap with a long brim. It keeps the sun out of my eyes and it keeps my hair from blowing into my mouth. And it advertises the fact that I’m a biker and ride a big Harley. When I was at Lowes last week, I found some cute little flashlights with clips on them. Perfect to attach to the brim of my cap. Now I can see in the dark, hands-free. When I wear the cap now, the slave gives me a Look. The vibe I’m getting from her is like, “I can’t sleep with a man who wears flashlights on his head.” Now my question is this: Doesn’t the machismo of wearing a Harley Davidson cap offset the geekiness of wearing flashlights on your head? I need to know, just in case I want to have sex again someday. For now, though, being able to see in the dark is gratifying enough.

A tough call, I’d say….

Random comedian on Comedy Central just now, talking about fidelity:

“I’m a pretty good dog, but if you don’t pet me once in a while, you’re going to have a hard time keeping me under the porch!”

Not just any fashion shows, natch. How about some fetish fashion? Such as this fetching black and red ensemble. Check out the wicked boots!

If that’s a bit too much for your taste, here’s another sexy-hot picture:

Both from photographer Eric Martin’s web site, num-eric. Lots more there too, and for those interested in reading about him in English, I found an Eros Guide interview with him.

Here’s an interesting paragraph from Violet Blue about the fun she had during her brief reign of terror at five days at the helm of Fleshbot:

It was also very interesting to get so up on where and how to find this information in the blogosphere, and see the various media as they operate, watching sex stories hatch and travel around the ‘net, see how various people handle the topics — and see just how much Fleshbot is watched. I saw certain well-known sites pick up items I had posted, and regurgitate the material, post it on their own sites, and even in the same order that I had put it up, with no reference to Fleshbot. I experimented with them to test my theory. I watched sites try to slam, scoop or discredit things I posted. Facinating.

Although Fleshbot’s way bigger and more prominent than Eros Blog, and not so concerned with getting stuff while it’s still fresh, we’re big enough that I’ve seen what she’s talking about, and it is a lot of fun to watch.

OK, so the deal here is, I’m not going to vouch for this suggestion. My experience is that there’s a good chance this will earn you the side of a flailing fist right on that little soft tender spot along the side of your temple, about an inch back of your eye and up a skosh. But I did think it was, as the kids say, wrote funny:

Ok guys, if you do this then you to can become a God and your woman will worship my penis for it, regardless of how small it is (yes I said MY penis since I’m getting some type of credit here).

So what is it you may ask? Well it has to do with the oral secks. “I go down on my woman all da times” you say, well are you doing it rites I say? Apparently some guys will do the carpet munching thing and as soon as the woman climaxeseses, they stop and stick it in. If you do this then you are one big stupid stupid-head because that is wrong, wrong, wrong! What you need to do is keep going for 5 to 10 more minutes until they can’t take it anymore THEN you can stick it wherever you want. I try to pace myself until she gets there then I start really getting into it once she peaks. She’ll start cursing and kicking and trying to pull me up but I’ll just keep on going until I get tired. Once the woman has been at that point for a while you can do anything your heart desires and all she’ll do is scream for God and ask for more and tell all her friends how great you are. Hopefully she’ll mention me to for telling you dumbasses to begin with.

And there you have it.

I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like:

Unfortunately, I don’t have an artist credit for you, beyond the visible signature.

From Sex and Sox, an essay on When Good Redheads Go Bad:

“Hello, Batgirl? Yeah, I found the bitch that stole your mask. She’s a flexible little one, too.”

Oh my, yes.