Cheesey romance novels. Now with funny new titles:

I can’t stop laughing.

You know those little pills old Pac-Man was always eating? Good thing those things weren’t Viagra, or the game would have looked more like this:

Run, ghosties, run!

I’m probably one of the last people on the planet not to have read all the Harry Potter books. Just not that interested in the straightup stuff. (The fanfic is another story, especially if it’s naughty fanfic.) It wasn’t all that long ago that I saw one of the movies with a friend, it was the one that had one of the professors giving Harry chocolate all the time and saying, “Eat this. It’ll help.” I thought that was kind of silly, but it turns out I was wrong. I just happened to catch this headline…Chocolate-Fed Women Have Better Sex Lives. From the story:

Italian researchers found that women who ate chocolate on a daily basis had higher libidos than those who didn’t. They also found that chocolate-fed women had better sexual arousal and more sexual satisfaction. Their scientific conclusion: The craving of choice for many women has some real benefits for our sex lives.

There’s probably some leftover Valentine’s Day candy on sale in some stores…..and no thanks necessary, guys. ;)

I suspect “The Library” is rather different from any library I’ve ever visited:

This circa 1975 massage parlor ad comes from Naked Librarians, which is worth exploring.

I realize that the casual reader is going to be distracted by the impending figging (“Ginger? Why’s he peeling ginger? Where’s it going?”), but to me the fantastic part of this post is the multi-tasking ability of the man in question. Here he’s managing to keep up the old in-out-in-out while doing a tricky task involving manual dexterity and a sharp implement:

This time I have a pretty good idea of what is going to happen. Something we’d been discussing for a while. He runs out to the living room and back, and returns to fucking me. However, this time he’s rearranged the garbage can, and is peeling a chunk of ginger at the same time…. Some ginger juice got dripped on my back, and it was just this nice pleasant sharp cold sensation, like rubbing alcohol on healthy skin. Soon that same sensation was in my crotch as he was fucking me. I remember being a little concerned about whether it would be hurting him or not, but mostly thinking that I was enjoying it. Soon the ginger was ready and he was pressing it against me.

From here via Figging.com.

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Huzzah! With her unequaled flair, the One and Only Violet Blue slides from enthusing on the joys of lubed sex to announcing her new RSS feed:

I know that everyone within a 10-mile radius of San Francisco is thinking right now, “Sex sans lube? Barbaric!” But seriously, I really need to make a point out of this — sex is great without it (mmm, friction), but it’s slippery and slick and yummy and Nirvana-achieving when you use lube.

There are a couple reasons I’m bringing this up. One reason is that if you rubbed your mouse ever-so-carefully over the sensitive bits of my blog today, you’ll notice, well, that she’s a bit more excitable now. Eager, if you will. That’s because we’ve gone all RSS/atom on you.

There’s more on the, er, ins and outs of lubes, and other juicy items too.

And gents, it isn’t too late to submit your photo for tomorrow’s Top Cock. I’ve gotten some yummy entries…..and some that look, just, weird. Guys, if you want to impress a girl with your tool, whether in the flesh or in the photo, odd color distortions aren’t the way to do it. A picture of a penis that looks like it’s dotted pink and yellow isn’t hot. :(

You have to love a blog entry that starts:

“And then I am kneeling on the bed, ass up in the air, and I am not quite sure how I got this way.”

Sarah’s tone in that opener reminds me of the old cliche of the pregnant young miss who breathlessly exclaims “I don’t know how this could possibly have happened to me!”