This looks like a fellow who derived so much enjoyment from being writhed upon by that pouncing stripper that there may be no need to remove his underwear. On the other hand, it’s possible that he’s just getting ready. In either case, it would appear that he’s enjoying the experience:

For real. And for six months she didn’t see fit to mention it to her health provider:

A 27-year-old lady presented with persistent cough, sputum and fever for the preceding six months. Inspite of trials with antibiotics and anti-tuberculosis treatment for the preceeding four months, her symptoms did not improve. A subsequent chest radiograph showed non-homogeneous collapse-consolidation of right upper lobe. Videobronchoscopy revealed an inverted bag like structure in right upper lobe bronchus and rigid bronchoscopic removal with biopsy forceps confirmed the presence of a condom. Detailed retrospective history also confirmed accidental inhalation of the condom during fellatio.

Thanks to J. Orlin Grabbe for the link.

With due regard for the source (especially considering the harsh words said yesterday in this space about notorious British tabloids) this news story about the use of prostitutes to torment religious prisoners at Guantanamo is nonetheless rather eye-opening:

MY HELL IN CAMP X-RAY

A BRITISH captive freed from Guantanamo Bay today tells the world of its full horror – and reveals how prostitutes were taken into the camp to degrade Muslim inmates.
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But Jamal’s most shocking disclosure centred on the use of vice girls to torment the most religiously devout detainees.

Prisoners who had never seen an “unveiled” woman before would be forced to watch as the hookers touched their own naked bodies.

The men would return distraught. One said an American girl had smeared menstrual blood across his face in an act of humiliation.

Jamal said: “I knew of this happening about 10 times. It always seemed to be those who were very young or known to be particularly religious who would be taken away.”

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.

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.

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….

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?
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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.