I love that the co-creator of Superman did some awesome fetish art. They look fantastic and it’s so subversive. Take a look.
Because I love you dear readers, I wanted to share with you one of my favorite blog posts on any site ever. A trip to a Japanese Sex Shop. Plus, there’s now an update with a link to all sorts of other disturbing sex items from Japan. You’ll either be tickled with humor or disgusted, so it’s certainly worth a trip to the post.
So all joking aside, having a spray on condom is a cool idea. They dry in 25 seconds and can fit everything to a mouse to an elephant wang . Besides bestiality purposes, normal humans can find some good use for these as well. The article says that people are worried it won’t be romantic. What’s not romantic about shaking a can and spraying it around your lover’s junk? Oh yeah, but I’m one of those weirdos that thinks sex shouldn’t always be dead serious. Oh well.
A lot of my current traffic is brought in from people searching for enema stories, thanks to my innocent Ema Enema story. As a result, I thought this story would be an appropriate addition for you strange enema affectionados.
Neatorama has the story of a health spa in Russia that has unveiled a beautiful statue to celebrate their long time use of the enema as a healing practice. Goes the quote:
“We administer enemas nearly every day,” said Alexander Kharchenko, the head of the sanatorium which specializes in treating illnesses of the digestion tract.
“So, I thought, why not use our sense of humor and give it a monument,” he said of the bronze statue that stands about 1.5 meters high.
More power to you Khacrchenko. If you’re interested, the full story can be found here.
Here’s a silly story I wrote a long time ago with some very adult themes. It has a bit of a fairy tale edge to it, so it reads pleasantly. Let me know if you like it, many people will be weirded out by it.
I wrote this a few years ago as my own answer to the traditional Cinderella story so many young girls adopt for their life’s road map. It’s a little feministic, but mostly silly. It’s also a bit long, so be forewarned.
Cinderella scoured away at the bathroom floor as she watched her sisters and stepmother follow the coachman out the front door.
“I wish I could go to the ball,” she said, “I know I could win Prince Charming’s heart and escape my overbearing, hateful family.”
“I don’t think you really wish that,” whispered a voice in the corner of the room.