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March 4th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Is Chocolate Syrup A Moisturizer?

This girl seems to think so.

But be careful clicking around over there. The link entitled “Buttpainting” on that site is emphatically not misleading. If the term “colonic artistry” doesn’t scare you off, the phrase “winking buttholes shooting colorful girl-goo” probably will. And if you clicked anyway after those fair warnings, don’t come whining to me.

 
March 4th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Start A Girl Collection

This morning’s quickie: complete scans of Girl Watcher magazines from 1959.

Sorry about the lack of blogging yesterday; just as I took my first sip of coffee and sat down to blog, The Nymph woke up and I got a better offer.

 
March 2nd, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Purple Plastic Penguin Sex

If you had this fetish, what in the name of Jupiter’s Swollen Schwang would possess you to allow anyone to take a picture?

purple penguin sex

Do you suppose he has a pet name for his plastic penguin?

Picture courtesy of B0G.

 
March 1st, 2004 -- by Bacchus

More Puppy-Style Sex

Hormones out of control do some terrifying things. Case in point, from Smitten:

These hormones I’m taking have reduced me to being a girl who coos incessantly over puppies. Dreams about puppies. Wants to make puppies. Somehow, the more normal desire in a 27-year-old girl to make babies has taken a wrongful detour in my body and transformed itself into a desire to start a little puppy family.

Fortunately, Alex is also obsessed with dogs. We went over names for our future puppy this weekend the way other couples choose baby names.

Of course, we don’t actually live together. Nor do we have the time needed to devote to a puppy. Nor do we want the expense of a dog-walker. Nor are we going to get one for a while because it’s not practical. But, details. The Pill wants a puppy.

The other morning I pounced on him and energetically licked his face while he was sleeping. ‘Are you sure you’re ready for a puppy?! Are you sure?!!’ I yipped breathily, eagerly tapping my hind foot on the bed. Tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. ‘Do you need to be walked?’ he said sleepily, ‘Should I get your leash?’ ‘You’re so funny’ I said as I nudged my nose into his chest, arm, stomach, and made whimpering noises. Nudge-nudge, nudge-nudge-nudge. Lick-lick-slobber. Tap-tap-tap. ‘All right, that’s it!‘ he said and flipped me over.

Ah, doggies.

Of course, sometimes terrifying is also cute.

 
March 1st, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Nipple Of Jealousy

Although I am not privy to the general run of circulating email funnies, and have gone to great lengths to ensure that none of my friends include me in those ever-widening spirals of insanity, I do appreciate the occasional gem that someone sends to me (me, specifically) when they think I’ll enjoy it. Thanks therefore to Sarah, who sent me the following image which has apparently been circulating in email under the caption “A desperate attempt to revive a flagging career.”

miss piggie's bare nipple

However, I believe that caption fails to accurately characterize the true reason for Miss Piggie’s desperation. In reality, I believe she’s jealous of the bunny.

 
February 29th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Review Goodies From Eros Boutique

Speaking of vibration, the fine folks at Eros Boutique sent along a box the other day with a couple of vibrators. (Yes, Virginia, Bacchus is always happy to accept free sex toys in exchange for a review.) Although they have a lot of excellent goodies for sale, The Nymph and I were disappointed in these two items.

First: Spice Incognito Nail Polish Vibe. Powered by included watch batteries, this vibe looks like a bottle of nail polish and is very discrete. So discrete, in fact, that at first I couldn’t figure out how to turn it on. I finally figured out that I had turned it on, but the vibration was so faint I had to stand completely still and concentrate in order to detect it humming in my hand. Nifty if that’s what you like, but as a guy I’m in the “more power” camp and the Nymph doesn’t appear to disagree. When they sell a vibrator with a built-in cold-fusion reactor so the neighborhood lights don’t dim when it starts up, I’ll probably want one.

Second: I Kit – The Pocket Rocket Complete Kit. No complaints about the base vibrating unit on this model; it buzzes quite vigorously and made The Nymph happy. However, the attachments don’t stay attached very well; even the slightest sideways pressure and they pop off. Since the attachments are small, this raises the spectre of one disappearing into an orifice – which is never sexy unless you have a medical fetish. Also, the attachments are apparently supposed to be flavored (the box advertises availability in “three blissful flavors” including strawberry, blueberry, and grape) but in fact they have a very strong odor and flavor of PVC plasticisers — you know, that vinyl air-mattress smell. You can tell (sort of) that there’s a hint of fruit smell blended into the mix, but it’s overwhelmed by the vinyl smell. Great for folks with a vinyl fetish!

 
February 29th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Underwater Sex

This is pure porn, but it’s new and different: Aquafan: Underwater Sex. Pictures are pure sex, but arty too:

underwater sex

Blub blub!

 
 
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