I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again, they have better TV in the UK:

In a new Channel 4 reality show on common sex problems, volunteer couples make love on camera while presenter Tracey Cox advises on their performance.

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But there’s no getting away from the fact we get to watch couples having sex live on camera. A CCTV camera in the bedroom allows Cox and co-presenter, Michael Alvear, to assess their performance, then offer all manner of tips, toys and advice. ‘Even I, who talk about sex for a living, found it rather extraordinary sitting there and watching real people have sex,’ Cox admits.

From Diary of a Porn Publisher:

I have to spend a few hours each day reviewing the new adult websites submitted to the adult search engine I bought last July to see if I will accept the sites or not. Today, I ran across a description for a site that gave me pause. “The girl in black stockings receives pleasure and satisfaction from tickler inside a clitoris.” Is it possible that there could be adult webmasters out there who lack a basic understanding of female anatomy? It doesn’t seem credible.

I should think that would hurt….

Took off Thursday night for a road trip, to see a good friend that I haven’t seen since high school. She’s now a mom to three girls (yikes!). Didn’t expect much to happen that was worth mentioning here, but I was–happily!–wrong.

First, the girls are big PowerPuff Girls fans, so episodes were a near-constant backdrop to our conversation. This line caught my attention: “You’ve got to eat it, to beat it.” Turns out they weren’t talking about what I immediately thought of (despite the verbs being backwards), but some evil broccoli-space-aliens. It was actually a pretty clever episode.

My friend and I had lots of fun being giggly and catty. One conversation kept us laughing throughout the evening … I was telling her about my first live-in lover, and how he hated how I dressed in the winter. No, I don’t go in for those cutesy holiday-oriented items … I like wool. I like the feel of it against my skin … but he hated it, said it was too itchy to wear without a lining or layer underneath, and looked horrified, I reported to my friend, “… when I got dressed for work wearing a wool sweater and wool slacks and –gasp!– nothing on underneath!”

Amid giggles, she accused me of having a wool fetish, which set me to wondering (amidst various jokes concerning woollen condoms and the like), is such a thing documented? Fetish Network doesn’t appear to have anything … Trusty Google doesn’t show much either … a funny story that isn’t really on target … Sweaterbabes, which is somewhat closer … could it really be that I have, unknowingly, created a new fetish category? :blush: I doubt it, but it’s an amusing thought nonetheless.

And, since it’s Saturday, a relevant sex ‘toon: The PowerPuff Girls get naughty with Kenny from South Park:

Her: “I need to take my shower.

Me: “Why?

Her: “I feel stinky.”

Me (after extensive hands-on investigation): “No you don’t.”

Is this a first here? — Me, a chick, saying, “Sorry it’s so small …” :hehe:

What I’m referring to is this nice shot of a variety of lovelies:

To see more pix — and full-size, too! — check out the Girl’s Camp page over at Unique Peek. Not all sexy stuff, but almost all worth a look.

Wow, folks in the online erotic world in the USA are sure down this morning (noticed I learned not to say “bummed”, so you dear Brit-English-speaking visitors won’t get all excited, then disappointed :) ), if my wanderings are representative of the community at large. So, speaking of “at large”, and because it’s obviously sorely needed, I present an amusing diversion:

Courtesy of Kurilka, a Russian site. Makes getting some of the ‘toons with text a bit chancy, but they’re still amusing for all those backward Rs.

This anecdote proves it. Hunter S. Thompson wrote a few days ago:

When young Bush was at Yale in the Sixties, he told the same joke over and over again for two years, according to some of his classmates. One of them still remembers it:

There was a young man named Green

Who invented a jack-off machine

On the twenty-third stroke

The damn thing broke

And churned his nuts into cream.

Ugh.

Thanks to Barlow for the link.