:D R and I got together again last night. His mom and my folks think it’s “sweet” that we found each other again, little do they know that on our walk last night we found a quiet spot and fucked each others brains out. Moonlight gives skin a beautiful glow…..

Anyway, here’s another Thanksgiving present. We didn’t exactly look like this, but the photo seems to capture some of the energy we had.

From Valery Bareta, whose site is currently down for maintenance. :(

Earlier this year, I posted this post and this other post linking to sites covering the alleged joys of figging and electrical stimulation, respectively. Little did I imagine that somewhere out there, people were combining the two.

Pause to imagine that for a moment. Then unclench your wabbly bits, and read on!

Sure enough. In the comments to this post at Spanking Blog, one “mrstimm” writes:

There is another slick way to do it: there’s a company here in England which makes essential essence oils (including ginger and hot chili) which can be inserted in the anus or rubbed on a freshly thrashed bottom. And if you are exceptionally wicked and into electrosex as well you can coat the stainless steel electrode with the oil, insert that in the anus, turn the power on, and cane the subbie whilst restrained.

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I have to say the figging oils are so much more convenient when you want to combine either buttplugs or electrosex probes with spanking/caning or severe judicial punishments which I prefer. Ten times more effective.

I say, old chap, that’s just not nice!

Hi all. Sorry I’ve been absent. At the last minute I decided to go home for Thanksgiving…..which meant alot of driving deep into Bible-belt land. I didn’t think I’d have much to blog about from here, but last night a longtime dream/fantasy came true.

There was this guy I’d had a crush on in sixth grade; he was cute and cocky and not afraid to be nice to us girls. I didn’t think he knew I existed…..but I found out later that he liked me too. But, I found that out at a bad time, because I was going with somebody else. When we broke up, he was going with somebody….but by the time they broke up, I was going with somebody again, and that’s how it went. We were good friends throughout high school but lost touch after that. Even though our families are still here, we never met up.

Until last night, anyway. I was at a store getting some booze to hide in my room, and in he walked. Not quite as blond as I remember, not as skinny, either, but still with his self-confident strut–and a nicely balding top of the head. Even better than the version of him that was part of alot of my college fantasies.

I immediately felt a rush of warmth to my nether regions, along with a telltale moistness between my legs. Then he turned, saw me, and got the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen on his face.

Making a long story short, we’re both single right now, so……we had a real fun time last night, steaming up the windows of his SUV. I can’t think of a better person to have unleashed all my stored-up horniness on. No matter what happens around the dinner table tomorrow, it’s been the best Thanksgiving ever for me already. :D

And speaking of Thanksgivings, here’s a small token of my appreciation for my fellow sex-bloggers, erotica enthusiasts, and kinky kindred spirits:

This just in from the Russian tabloids (as translated by Russia Makes It Funny):

“Life is too short, one has to try everything!” Svetlana decided.

Vera brought in a cat. The cat named as Timka was living in the house for quite a long time. Vera took her clothes off, put the light out and played an adult movie on the video recorder. She lied down, took a bottle of valerian and poured some on her most intimate body part. When the cat smelled valerian, he started licking it away, putting Vera in the state of ecstasy.

Unfortunately, the tale ends badly, with a visit to the emergency room. (Please bear in mind that Russian tabloids are even more lurid and fantastic than American ones. But if more Russian women had Svetlana’s approach, perhaps the Russian bride importatio business would be even more brisk than it already is?)

Wow. More than two years ago (how time flies!) I posted this rant (and this follow-up) about how lying Bardex lawyers were sending bogus demand letters around the net in an attempt to suppress discussion of the sexual uses of the Bardex balloon catheter.

Can you believe those donkey-raping smegma-sniffers are still at it?

Jane at Edinburgh Dinner Party liked my suggestion of a Victorian-themed party, and even invited me over for it. It’s very tempting, but I don’t see gathering enough pennies in the time remaining to be able to do so. :(

Anyway, I know Bacchus has featured it before, but to spare participants (and eager vicarious pleasure-seekers) from the agonies of an archive search, here’s the Victorian Sex Cry Generator once again.

My favorite: “You have gorg’d me with the dearest morsel of the earth!”

From Hoot Island, natch.

Luscious breasts are great to admire, but just as eating the same breakfast every day can get old, the same old views of titties can lose their power to capture one’s interest.

Ever-vigilant to keep that from happening to our dear readers, I’m happy to say this photo ought to do it:

Sure got my attention…..then made me wonder, What would my boobs look like from underneath?

Another mystery find.

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