Random text (from a file of taglines, I think):

“Love is like drowning, the farther you get from the surface the quieter it gets and the more sense it all makes.”

Is it kinky Friday? It must be! Here are some kinky links for you all:

First: That relative rarity, a male/female fisting pic. From a series on this page.

Second: A Harry Potter slash story. Harry-slash-Draco. With spanking. And figging. Found via Figging.com.

Third: A gallery of vintage (or at least black and white) enema pictures.

ErosBlog, your infallible source (today only!) of links about butt.

Just found another good sex blog, Letters to an Angel. (I wonder how many Christian types wander to the site, see the graphic, get squicked/scared and leave…. :laugh: ) I haven’t had time to go through it all, but here’s my fave entry so far. Better and Best:

Holding your hands over your head while we make love is good.

Tying you to the bed while we make love is better.

Tying you to the bed, then teasing you till you beg is best.

Mmmmmmmmm………

It took longer to iron out than I thought, but here’s the good news I mentioned yesterday–R and I are going on holiday together over Christmas. He’s being a bit mysterious about the details, but I’m flying out to meet up with him, then we’re going…somewhere. He won’t tell me where!! I’m excited and dying of curiosity. Now that it’s a done deal, I really have to get my ass in gear on work so that I don’t have to work while we’re…wherever. I’ll try to pop in as I’m able, and while we’re together.

Now for the tease….I’ve been following the adventures of Dirty Talkin Girl at Pussy Talk, and have become hooked. I really enjoy her posts in the Rodin series — the link goes to the most recent entry, from which you can click to each of the previous ones. Hot, hot stuff.

And the conclusion of the series is supposed to be published tomorrow. I’m wet with anticipation! :D

Having some steamy sex over Thanksgiving was great for me, but now I think I miss having a man around even more than ever. Not just for the sex, but mostly for the simple pleasures that I’d forgotten about. Cat over at Pussy Tales knows what I mean. She pegged one of my favorite things in her post he smells like yum:

and I know I’m not making ANY sense here but…that smell can be any smell of him…like shampoo or deodorant or after-shave or just that natural body smell…hmmm…that’s my favourite…that natural smell of a man…when he’s been working a bit too hard…or when he’s taken a long hot shower and his skin is fresh and tastes just like honey…he’s warm and tender and tastes SO yummy…

Girl, you are making loads of sense to me! Hooboy, do I ever miss the smell of a man! Sometimes I think they can be as bad as women about trying to cover their smells, although they do have less to obsess about, I guess.

While reading some news this morning, I came across another testament to people’s fascination with penises going way back. It’s a penis tree, although that’s really hard to see in this scaled-down picture:

The caption under the image (a Reuters image I found at Yahoo News) reads as follows:

An undated handout photograph shows the Massa Marittima mural in the Italian town Massa Marittima. At first glance the mural looks fairly similar to dozens of other medieval frescoes dotted across Tuscany, but a closer look at the spidery tree which dominates the centre of the painting shows its branches are covered in penises. Until now, it was assumed the phallus tree was a fertility symbol but according to a British-based expert, it is a actually a unique piece of political propaganda, commissioned by one Tuscan faction to sully the reputation of another.

The link will take you to a slightly larger version of the image…not large enough to see anything in sufficient detail, alas.

Hope all this makes up for my absence lately….trying to get ahead on some work, for reasons which I might be able to announce to y’all later today. :)

A conversational fragment:

“I don’t squirt.”

“Very sorry to hear that…here’s a towel, your nipples are shivering.”

Not quite what it sounds like, but almost. From Last Man Dancing.

I recently learned that our beloved Bacchus is a bit under the weather. I thought this picture might help lift his, ahem, spirits:

From RetroRaunch, of course, where the big-bosomed girls are 100% guaranteed to be the Genuine Article, as is his preference.