March 11th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Belle de Jour has confirmed the book deal rumor, which is excellent news. And I’m sure it will be an excellent book.
Meanwhile, a reporter for a notorious British tabloid sent me a slimy email offering to pay me money for any information I might have about Belle. Real smart, asking one anonymous blogger to “out” another one. Not that I have the desired information in any case; all I know is what I read on her blog. But still, just how stupid do the tabloid journalists think we are?
Hmm, I guess that question has already been answered.
March 9th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Quiver has been looking for a dominant fellow on Alt.com. Herewith some sample emails she has received, otherwise known as the “don’t do this” list:
be a slave to my 10 in. let me slay u with my huge blk. Cock
can you send me photos??
Lets see if you can follow directions, and send me a dirty pic of yourself.
Kindof like Forced Entry. Lets play
I am really turned on by that shit, can I have a go at it?
Reply you will not be sorry
Does your play involved any gun play? Ever tried that during a scene? Guns are better, but knives are good to, I’ve got a spyderco from work that I use for play too.
I want to use you.
Eeep!
Oh yeah, and gentlemen? “NEVER send a pic of you fisting someone…”
Words to live by.
March 9th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Diablo Cody from Pussy Ranch writes:
“Yesterday, a man paid me to punch him repeatedly in the stomach for ten straight minutes. He explained that an incident during his childhood had spawned the fetish, and told me to punch him as hard as I could. So I did. I’ve never slugged anyone before, and I must admit it felt good.”
There are more things under the sun, Horatio….
March 8th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Canadians naturally enough have a heightened sense of awareness of the terrible danger posed by cold. Mike proves it:
It started on the couch. Chelle was just wearing one of my t-shirts, and was all bundled up watching a movie. I came over, sat with her, her feet in my lap. Rubbed them a little, and then peaked under the blanket. No undies. Eeeeeep.
My biggest fear was that her pussy would get cold, and she’d catch a flu, and then she’d be miserable for weeks. Sure she was covered up, but there still could be drafts blowing underneath or something. It was very much an emergency, so I did the only thing I could think of – I put my mouth on her.
Yes I’m silly. What of it?
…
It was even worse then I feared – she wasn’t wearing a bra.
As an object lesson I pulled the shirt up over her head, and got up for some supplies. When I got back, I applied an ice cube to her nipples, to show her the danger that cold represents. Then because I needed her out of danger I applied some of that warming massage oil and breathed on them. The way her back arched, my goodness.
March 7th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I’m posting this picture (ganked from Bondage Blog) because the duct tape gag provides a perfect opportunity to see what the writers mean when they say “her eyes were smiling”:
Isn’t that pretty? She obviously needs the gag because she has a delicious secret she can’t wait to tell.
March 5th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Hoax, performance art, or protest? You be the judge:
“A love couple made love freely on the Sergels plaza in the absolute centre of the town to remind of that also homeless people do have a sexlife.”
Found at Naked Protesters.
March 5th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
For all the furor over the recent craze of eating sushi off a naked woman, it’s apparently not a new idea. Here’s a vintage Japanese art print depicting the practice, conducted in a most intimate fashion:
Now be careful with the wasabi!
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