Katy would make Eddie Rabbitt proud. She writes:

We sat under a blanket to keep the rain off, and it wasn’t long before I shed my t-shirt, which was my only piece of clothing. There’s something about feeling the spray of rain on skin, about being exposed to the elements.

The thunder gods smile, it is said, upon those who show a proper sensual appreciation of their storms.

The Smoking Gun reports that one John Lookebill was arrested a few days ago for impersonating a police officer after conducting a bogus traffic stop of a female motorist. This was the badge he used:

Bad luck for John that the woman he stopped and flashed his “Pussy Inspector” badge at was a Palm Beach County Sheriff’s deputy….

The never-ending drumbeat of demand for this simple sex blog to go political cannot be ignored. You want politics? I’ll give you politics:

No, wait. The drumbeat can be ignored. On second thought, just enjoy the pic. Go bother Daze if you want the political context.

This item follows up the post from last December on the supposed aphrodisiac powers of ginger root (freshly peeled, and not eaten, but applied internally, if you know what I mean and I think you do). Now there’s a web page devoted to links and resources for the ancient art of figging.

If nothing else, a nice fresh ginger root ought to liven up the mannequin-impersonators the ladies were complaining about in the comments to this post.

And here is your pure-fun Sunday image:

Note the whip — I think doggy girl is in for it!

Remittance Girl, a frequent and friendly commenter on these pages, is conducting a literary experiment of sorts at Divestiture: she’s writing an erotic novel in blog form. Although my friendly relationships with literature tend toward the less experimental forms, this does look interesting.

From the entertaining “My Secret Fantasies“, this old joke dressed up as an anecdote:

Another friend of ours, K.C., went out with us, and we met a woman that calls herself a white witch. He may not understand, but he asked her if she can remove a curse that has been with him for 8 years now. The witch said to him, “Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you.” K.C. said, “I now pronounce you man and wife.”

Sorry, my friend, but a white witch isn’t gonna do the trick. K.C., you need lawyer rituals and there will be sacrifices involved.