Okay, so I’m still getting caught up on stuff here. But a recent story at Sweetness Follows captures pretty completely why I’m bumming about not having somebody to play with:

Today was one of those days. Mike secretly set the alarm half an hour earlier than usual, so we started our day with some very gentle, but very intense, lovemaking.

The whole entry is short, but sweet indeed.

Bacchus said that he was leaving you dear readers in my capable hands. Trouble is, he didn’t say what they’re capable of.

I’ve been sick, and I’ve been bummed–that’s why I haven’t brought my hands around here for awhile. I’m bummed because both contenders have been scared off–at least, that seems to be what’s going on. Turns out one was married, and when I said I didn’t have any problem with that, as long as we weren’t going to be keeping secrets and playing games, he vanished. Contender Number 1 hasn’t exactly said bye-bye, but as we got closer he started making comments about the difference in our ages…I think that squicked him more than he wants to admit. I’ll be surprised if I hear from him again.

So, it’s a good thing I put out that request for product information when I did. Maybe my “capable hands” can handle one of them without losing it. (And many thanks to all who’ve chipped in with an opinion!)

Rather than leaving on a depressing note (I’ll get over being bummed soon enough), this poem by Katriana is quite nice, and gets me warm in a lovely way. Hope y’all enjoy it too.

So the Nymph and I are taking a shortcut through the Nevada desert, when we pass the gates of a huge mine complex. About a mile away we come upon a business at the side of the road. Large complex of ratty trailers, no obvious doorway or front entrance — and of course we are passing at 80 MPH so we don’t get a good look. But there’s a huge faded plywood billboard featuring two teddy bears hugging.

Squealed The Nymph: “Oooh! Teddy bears!”

Meanwhile I’m reading aloud the words on the sign: “The Affection Connection….”

The Nymph: “What kind of store is that, way out here?”

Me: “Rural Nevada where prostitution is legal, ratty trailers, hundreds of well-paid horny mine workers — Baby, I don’t think they are selling teddy bears.”

I swear, she didn’t stop blushing for at least sixty miles. I did offer to take us back and ask if they had a gift shop, but she wasn’t interested for some odd reason….

Yahoo News reports that Arnold slept on the couch (figuratively speaking) after his performance at one of those political conventions:

California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger said on Monday that his speech backing President Bush at the Republican Convention in August resulted in a dramatic cold shoulder from his wife Maria Shriver, a member of the very Democratic Kennedy family.

“Well, there was no sex for 14 days,” Schwarzenegger told former White House Chief of Staff Leon Panetta in an on-stage conversation in front of 1,000 people. “Everything comes with side effects.”

By now y’all know the drill — this is a blog about sex, not politics. A post that touches on both subjects is not an invitation to flog your favored candidate or party in the comments. Although if you actually have pictures of someone flogging your favored candidate, by all means send ’em along!

Hey everybody. Sorry about the long silence. The Nymph and I are on a most excellent driving vacation, and there were technical difficulties with the laptop connection in the first few motel rooms. Not to mention the fact (although here I go mentioning it) that there are better things to do in motel rooms with The Nymph than blog.

We even busted one bed. Yup — one place had an old queen sized bed with a busted-down box spring. It flexed just enough when we bounced on it to slip between the bed frame rails with a horrifying crunch.

Look for regular blogging to resume in a week or so! Meanwhile, I leave you in Aphrodite’s capable hands.

Some vegetables and fruits are highly evocative of body parts. And now that pumpkin-carving season is upon us, we’ll probably see more sexy/amusing takes on that. This carving puts an ass-shaped pumpkin to good use:

Spotted at Rotten.com.

That’s the condition of posting an amusing sex-related Halloween pumpkin carving, but then finding a better one. To wit:

I should have known to (sing it with me!) look for the prurient label … :laugh:

Courtesy of Rotten.com.