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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March 4th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
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
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
If you had this fetish, what in the name of Jupiter’s Swollen Schwang would possess you to allow anyone to take a picture?
Do you suppose he has a pet name for his plastic penguin?
Picture courtesy of B0G.
March 1st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
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.
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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.
