When I saw this report, I almost fell out of my chair laughing. Live Science reports that male monkeys pay to see female monkey bottoms.

But wait, it gets better. Guess what the Duke researchers want to do next? You guessed it:

Next, Platt and his colleagues want to see how people will perform in a similar experiment.

Uh, hello guys? You can come back to planet earth any time now…..

As Fark says, “Duke sucks.” (No, I don’t know why they post that with almost every mention of Duke.)

Okay, I’ve had enough of the Aphrodite and Bacchus pic war. It’s Nymph’s turn!

Actually, I wanted to show off one of the goodies I found at Eros Boutique so Bacchus will put it on my Valentine’s Day wish list. I *want* it!

Ewwwww, that spider picture totally squicks me! Thus, as a public service to everyone similarly afflicted, I push it farther downscreen with something much more appealing:

Whew! I don’t know what I’d do first, spank or lick that luscious bottom.

What? That’s not to your taste? Okay, then, how about this?

Sofia was found at the always-worth-a-visit Domai.com. The yummy man was found at naked-men.co.uk.

I don’t like looking at ambiguously-gendered asses any more than Aphrodite likes spider porn, so I have to bump her latest down the page with something. Why not some innocent food photography?

This reminds me of a scene from the notorious Japanese food movie Tampopo.

Say what you will, but this has got to tickle:

I’ve heard people say “Tarantulas make really good pets, you would be suprised.” Yes, I would — to put it mildly. May I persist in clinging to the hope that we are looking at a really good fake spider here?

Picture via alt. binaries. pictures. nude.

I am so not a porn writer, just to warn anybody who hasn’t read the first two parts yet…..but some readers are still interested in this tale, so I’ll continue to tell.

Part 1

Part 2

R called my folks’ house Thanksgiving evening to tell me that some problem had sprung up and he’d need to go back to Washington sooner than he’d planned…like, tomorrow. I agreed to meet him early Friday morning, even though I was unsure of what I wanted out of our re-established relationship, and less sure of what he wanted.

Over breakfast, R tells me that it’s been alot of fun, reconnecting with me, and especially venting some of those teenage fantasies…..But…..the pause draws out uncomfortably. Finally he looks up from his coffee and finishes, “But that’s not how I am now. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show you how I am now.”

Intrigued, I reply, “Well, how’s about you tell me how you are now?” His glum face furrows into a frown. “Telling is even harder. [another long pause] If we lived closer, and if I didn’t have to travel so goddamn much, it might be worth trying…..”

Trying what? I wonder. Instead, I say, “You know me R, I’ll try anything once, and if it doesn’t kill me, I might just try it again.” Expecting him to smile at that, I’m instead baffled by an expression of thoughtful pondering, followed after another long pause by, “Mmmm…..yes, you’re still adventurous…..”

Finally R emerges from his thinking and says, “If you’re game, I’ll put on my thinking cap and see what I come up with.”

My curiosity is just about killing me at this point, so even though some small corner of my brain is going, WTF is this all about?, I reply, “Hell yes I’m game. Just give me enough notice to juggle my work.”

The conversation then turns to other topics. As we’re leaving the restaurant, R asks me to say goodbye to my family for him. Then, he pulls me to him, opening his leather jacket as if to enfold me in it. Our goodbye kiss starts innocently enough, but quickly becomes passionate, and almost involuntarily I hungrily press my hips forward. R shifts slightly, still kissing me….brings a hand up to my breast….and tweaks my nipple, hard. My gasp of surprise and pain breaks the kiss, and I see a glint of something far beyond impish in R’s eyes. He pulls away, saying, “I’ll let you know what I come up with.”

As I watch his SUV move away I realize I’m soaking wet, and desperate for a fuck….almost as if R hadn’t slaked my hunger at all.

Rori finds the most interesting stuff. In a recent post she tells of discovering Liquid O, described on its site as “high octane fuel for your sex life.” Interesting….but what really caught my attention is the graphic she included in her entry. It’s a stuffed flamingo with a penis.

Yes, in addition to selling Liquid O, stuff so powerful you simply apply one drop directly to the clitoris, then “relax and enjoy the unimagined orgasmic experiences,” they sell Weenie Babies. That link goes only to the animals still in stock–another page shows all the Weenie Babies, including my favorite, Bondage Kitty (in two varieties, no less!).

Bondage Kitties are all sold out, alas…..so I guess I’ll have to settle for Ice Pube instead:

Don’t worry, Nymph, there are two other Weenie Baby bears to choose from too. :D There’s probably enough time for Bacchus to procure one for Valentine’s Day.