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But I just had to look, having read the book

2011-08-02T14:23:00.001-04:00

I read the news today, oh boy
Four dozen naked people on Wall Street
Five minutes later they were gone
Phone cameras caught the scene
Now they know how many naked people rise at 7 AM

Metro - Ocularpation: Stripping down Wall Street

A point

2011-03-27T00:13:00.000-04:00

I've reached a point. I don't know what to call it.
My camera is broken, so I can't take half-nekkid pictures of myself anymore. Just as well. Can't fool myself that anyone wants to see me half-nekkid anyway, as I'm newly aware of just how old and out-of-shape I really am.
The Lady of the House is among those who no longer want to see me half-nekkid. I've suspected that for a while. We no longer share a bed at all: I snore, and she needs her rest, being the only one here with an actual paying job. But if we're not sleeping in the same room, it's difficult to initiate any hanky-panky. Not that I want to, since it's obvious now that hanky-panky is just another chore for her. Thinking back, that's been true for a while.

Depression is as bad as ever. Worse, actually, since I'm taking one fewer anti-depressants due to unwanted interaction with heart medication. (I had a skin rash that made me look like I'd been rolling around in poison ivy. That's better now.)
The antidepressant had been muting my libido. I didn't notice that until I stopped taking it. Now I spend all my time somewhere in that range between emotional heartache and full-on horny. All the time. And with no outlet for it other than my own two hands.
It's one thing to realize I'm never going to have sex with anyone else. It's another to realize I've had the best sex I'm ever going to have. But the realization that I've had the last sex I'm ever going to have is proving to be a particularly bitter one.
I don't know what happens from here, but I'm pretty sure it won't be entertaining blog fodder.

Window dressing

2010-07-17T17:14:00.002-04:00

I was bored with the template. I've had it for a couple of years, and Blogger's template editing capability has improved tremendously in the interim. The only thing I was determined to keep was the overall orange color scheme: For no reason I can explain, it just seems to me that orange is the color of sex.

Naked duo in Portsmouth [N.H.] escorted back to strip poker party to retrieve clothes

2010-05-19T15:51:00.001-04:00

By Geoff Cunningham Jr.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010

PORTSMOUTH — Police responded to Islington Street in the early morning hours of Monday when a call about a naked woman running down the street resulted in authorities determining she was among two people who lost in a game of strip poker.
Portsmouth Police Lt. Rodney McQuate said nobody was charged as a result of the 3 a.m. incident.
McQuate said police responded to the junction of Islington and Bartlett streets when a caller report seeing a naked woman running down the street.
He said responding officers arrived to find a naked man and woman hiding behind a fence.
"They were playing a game of strip poker and the losers had to run around the block," McQuate said.
Officers escorted the pair back to the apartment where the game of cards had been taking place so they might put on their clothes.
McQuate said officers arrived at the apartment to find people in various states of undress as a result of the game.
"Apparently they weren't too bashful," McQuate said.
Nobody was charged in connection with the naked jaunt because it took place during an hour when they would not be seen by many people, according to McQuate.

via fosters.com

Seems like the appropriate conclusion to a game of strip poker. And nobody was charged with anything -- even better.

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My New Pink Button

2010-04-12T22:31:00.001-04:00

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Just what the world needed: Another way to make normal women feel inadequate and insecure, then develop an overpriced product to "fix" it.

On the other hand, is this really that much more outrageous than the other lipstick? Or a touch of rouge on one's nipples?

Yes, yes it is.

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Big Breasted Mousepads

2010-03-12T02:33:00.001-05:00

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Are men that easy?

Yes. Yes, we are. Honestly, I would just stare at them all day and never get any work done.

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Creative way to give your wife flowers

2010-03-11T14:29:00.001-05:00

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If I could do that, I wouldn't need the flowers to impress her.

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HNT :: Working my way back

2010-03-04T16:06:00.001-05:00

Why have I been so abruptly missing, without explanation?

Well, frankly, I suffer from clinical depression, and I just couldn't face these Wired Tales it for a few weeks. My vehicle was broken into (would have been stolen if the inept burglar could figure out how to start it), and my camera was taken.

Is the primary unique thing I contribute to my blog my literal photographically-recorded self? Possibly not, but it was something I wanted to continue doing, and I couldn't. Now, having replaced that camera, I can again.

I'm planning to standardize the look and feel of my various blogs (as much as the software allows, anyway), and to that end I'm working on a new header graphic featuring my very own head-to-foot nekkid self. This is a little off-putting. I mean, as I've probably said too often, personally I have almost no body modesty left, and few qualms about showing you anything you care to see. But let me say that my Beloved works in an industry in which she would be harmed by having a blog of this kind associated with her, and leave it at that.

That being the case, despite the potential risk, something within myself demands that I do this, so here I continue to be, warts and all (as they say, though I don't actually have any literal warts).

Happy HNT!

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Naked sled race draws 14,000 - The Local

2010-02-26T03:43:00.001-05:00

via thelocal.de

OK. Here are the ways this headline is misleading:

Nobody was naked, but see photo for typical participant.
14,000 spectators (traffic problem enough for the locals) turned out to watch around 30 participants.
It was a radio promotion. As such, it must be the world's worst: Nobody seems to remember what station sponsored it.

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Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

2010-02-22T01:08:00.001-05:00

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It beats going to the school for the deaf and screaming at everyone. Did you know some of those people can read lips?

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The Standard | Online Edition :: Are affairs really about sex?

2010-02-20T17:19:00.001-05:00

Infidelity is the one act that changes everything. When you commit to a relationship, with or without the benefit of a ring, you don’t promise never to dance with anyone else. You don’t swear not to tell your problems or confide your secret ambitions to anyone but your lover. It’s not assumed you’ll never find a member of the opposite sex fascinating again. You do, however, promise not to make love to any of them.

Hm. I didn't promise that. Made a point of not promising that, in fact. We wrote our own vows, and I made sure the "Therefore shall a man... cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh" thing wasn't there.

I mean, that way lies madness, doesn't it? I mean, sex is one hell of a lot of fun, by-- well, you can say "by design" if you believe in things like that. But we are hardwired to want to fuck: The survival of the species depends on it. It seems unnecessarily cruel to make a lifelong commitment dependent on your ability to resist the strongest instinct living things have. Pretty damned arrogant, wouldn't you say?

Or does that sound like a guilty man's rationalization?

We left out the "obey" part too. You know, just FYI.

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So much more than the music

2009-12-16T14:32:00.001-05:00

via thelocal.se

In the latest marketing blitz from organizer's of Sweden's Arvika music festival, a twenty-year-old girl is shown masturbating in front of the camera for a short promotional video.

Well, now, that isn't precisely true. We see only the head and shoulders of lovely Caroline Magnerholt. She could be making mashed potatoes. But I'm here to tell you they're damned good mashed potatoes.

(TheLocal.se links to a YouTube video that has since been removed. If you want to see the commercial, you should visit nyhetsverket.se, which is in Swedish but who cares.)

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HNT :: Late Interrogation

2009-12-10T14:17:00.000-05:00

Someone, perhaps the world's stupidest criminal, broke into my van last week and stole my camera. Fuck.

I know, it could be worse, and I really am grateful for that. Damn amateur thought he was gonna be cool and pop the door lock, pop the ignition and drive off. If he'd known what he was doing, he might have done it.

But he failed at everything he attempted.

The driver-side keyhole is flared out from the screwdriver he stuck in there, but he failed to open it. The passenger-side mechanism is broken so badly that the handle will no longer open the door, locked or not. Eventually he gave up, found a rock, and broke the window.

Once inside, he tried to jump-start the van, just like he'd seen it done on TruTV. He did manage to loosen the illuminated ring around the ignition key, but somehow he couldn't hit the lock right to shatter it and give him access to the steering column underneath. I don't know how long he worked at that, but eventually he gave up and set his sights on stealing contents, rather than the whole van.

He rifled through the glove compartment, of course. (Nothing of any monetary value in there.) He missed the drawer under the passenger seat, where any valuables would actually have been, had there been any. He missed, or had no interest in, the 15" CRT computer monitor in the back. Hard to look casual with one of those under your jacket. (It was burned out, but he wouldn't have known that.)

He spent some time with the in-dash stereo, and actually managed to remove the removable (!) faceplate control panel. Then he removed the non-removable featureless black panel the faceplate snaps into. Then he bent the supporting bracket trying to get the stereo itself out. (It took my helpful neighbor about ten seconds to remove the damaged radio, later.) The thief took the faceplate with him: I can't guess what good it would do him.

My camera was on the floor between the front seats, camouflaged by a trash bag. Perhaps he stepped on it while he was working on the stereo. It amuses me to think that perhaps he broke it. There were only a handful of miscellaneous snaps on it (I download fairly regularly), although there was also a video of about five minutes' length of me, full-frontal nekkid in the bathroom, trying and failing to masturbate. Perhaps he'll enjoy that.

(Don't look at me like that. I wanted to know what I look like when I'm masturbating!)

My aforementioned helpful neighbor is looking for the various used parts we'll need. If I have to buy new, I don't want to think about what it will cost.

So, that's how my week went, how about you?

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 358

Hotter :: Colder
Negotiator :: Hostage
Crimson :: Avenger
Loses :: Marbles
Tide :: Am I detecting signs of an Alabama fan here?
Alan :: Young
Fool :: and his money
Pink :: Panther
Palm :: Pilot
Lipstick :: Aftershave

TMI Tuesday #216

Which is more important of the two in "chemistry," physical attractiveness or emotional attractiveness?
Emotional attractiveness, of course.
On a scale from 1-10, how kinky are you?
Less than I want to be. In terms of what I've actually done, probably around a 3.
Sitting on Santa's lap... fun or creepy?
Fun if toddlers do it. Creepy if I do it, unless I'm Santa.
Have you ever fallen asleep or passed out during sex?
Fallen asleep, no. Passed out, possibly. I can't clearly remember.
Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy?
I don't, and it is unsexy.
Bonus: What is your greatest strength? Weakness?
My greatest strength is probably my willingness to help.
My greatest weakness is my utter lack of a sense of time or urgency.

And happy HNT to everyone.

HNT :: Blue Thanksgiving

2009-12-03T13:19:00.001-05:00

via flickr.com

So, Wednesday we saw my family, and Saturday we saw the Lady's. We actually saw each other, briefly, on Friday night over a phenomenally good seafood dinner.

Don't mistake me, it was a really good seafood dinner, and we actually conversed pleasantly like any other married couple. But somehow along the line I seem to have forgotten how to pick-up my own wife. Or else she has lost interest in being picked-up by me. Not that any evening that doesn't end in hot sweaty sex is a failure... But the longer the dry spell lasts, the more difficult it is not to take it personally.

Honeybun has suggested that the reason I share nekkid pictures here is that I need some kind of confirmation as a sexual being. I'm not getting it from the Lady of the house, so I seek it from the world at large. That could be true, but to be honest I don't want to be analyzed, I want to be fucked.

This is why I'm feeling blue, which I used as inspiration to turn myself blue. But I really don't want this to become one of those blogs where all the guy does is whine about not getting laid. Bad enough that I keep a countup timer in the sidebar.

Happy HNT!

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Tuesday Interrogation :: 12-1-09

2009-12-01T12:45:00.006-05:00

Another form of exhibitionism.

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 357

MacGyver :: jerryrig
Garter :: belt
Wedge :: Antilles
Inches :: to go
Code :: secret
Water :: running
Running :: water
Curly :: or Shemp
Turkey :: If Russia invaded Turkey from the rear, would Greece help?
Stupor :: Duck

Well, that was interesting. I guess we know where I spent my childhood now.

TMI Tuesday #215

What are your feelings about traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties?
I've only been to the one, my own. It didn't leave me with any compelling urge to go to more, naked women aside. (If anything can be aside from that.)
Do you wear (or not wear) something special to bed/dress differently when you want to have sex?
But I always want to have sex.
Do you ever fake orgasms?
No. I have, infrequently, er, exaggerated my response, but only when there was something there to exaggerate.
Do you own any leather or rubber clothing?
In the sense you probably mean, no. I do own a leather sports jacket.
On a scale from 1-10, how willing are you to do something in bed you don't want to just because you are asked?
I'd call that an 8 or 9.
Bonus: Can men and women be "just friends?"
Yes, of course.

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The Four Pillows waiting for their dance

2009-11-29T17:34:00.001-05:00

via latenightfeelings.com

That's it, Beloved. That's perfect. Hold it right there.

What's that you ask? What am I waiting for?

I'm stunned by the vision, sweetness. Let me drink this in for a few seconds more.

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Happy Thanksgiving

2009-11-27T02:35:00.001-05:00

via mukiskitchen.com

For what we are about to receive, or have already received, make us truly thankful.

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TMI Tuesday #213 - Savage Edition

2009-11-24T00:05:00.000-05:00

1. What are your thoughts on Polyamorous Relationships?

I don't disapprove.
For myself, the fantasy of polyamory is powerfully attractive. On further examination, the fantasy is less true polyamory than it is polygyny. That is, I seem to be thoroughly heterosexual. I can easily imagine myself in a household with more than one woman, but I can't imagine feeling sufficiently intimate with any other man to allow him into my bedroom. (See also "harem". When we were dating, the Lady of the house used to tell me I needed a harem. At the time, I thought it was flattering. I'm wishing now that I had thought through the full ramifications of it.)

2. What is on your list of relationship "deal breakers"?

a. Drinking. I don't drink, not even beer. I have no moral objection to it, I just dislike the taste and smell of alcohol, and I've never met anyone whose personality it improves. (Same goes for any self-prescribed psychoactive drug, legal or not.)
b. Smoking. This is even less pleasant to be around than drinking, in addition to being self-destructive.
c. In fact, I have little tolerance for self-destructive behavior of any kind, or self-mutilation. (I may have an overly strict definition of what constitutes self-mutilation.)
d. Sharp, if nerd-like, intelligence. Gotta have it.
e. Although I wouldn't call "low libido" a deal-breaker, I wish like hell there were some objective way to test for it.

3. How long did it take you you to find the type "you are into" and/or accept it?

Not long. The Lady and I met in junior college (although it was actually her senior year in high school). She differed in a number of ways from the kind of girl I thought I would be attracted to, but once I met her none of those ways mattered.

4. What is your view on full disclosure about past relationships? (Lies of omission not lies of commission)

I don't insist on knowing everything, although I'll gladly listen to anything she wants to share. Conversely, I'll gladly share anything she wants to know about, but I don't feel obligated to force it on her.

5. Have you ever been in a situation where you were not comfortable complying with the adventurous request of a lover?

Oh, yes. The one that still haunts me was shortly after the birth of our first child. She badly needed to nurse, but the child was full and asleep. (The discomfort of being overfull of milk is something we men can only imagine.) She had a breast pump, but apparently "user comfort" wasn't on the list the designers worked from. She asked me to suckle her, something I would have leapt to do if she weren't lactating, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it now.

If I could go back, I'd slap myself.

Happy TMI Tuesday!

HNT :: Nobody home

2009-11-19T01:47:00.008-05:00

So, I had just spent an hour or so failing to get a broken laptop repaired at the nearby computer store. As I left the store, I noticed - again - the darkened building that once housed a multiplex movie theater. Why should the evening be a total loss?

I drove around behind the theater and parked, then waited. I wanted to see if the area really was as deserted as it appeared before I did anything really stupid.

As I waited in the dark, I hit the switch that would keep the van's dome light off even if I opened the door. I moved to the back seat and mounted my camera on its tripod, then wedged the tripod between the passenger seat and the door, facing out through the window.

Before long I was down to my birthday suit and opening the door. I never get tired of the cool evening air on my entire body. My bare feet touched the parking lot. I took a few tentative steps away from the van, looking and listening for unexpected company. There was none.

One of the disadvantages of this particular model camera is that I have to reset the remote timer for each shot. I can't just set it to auto-shoot indefinitely. Nor does it work with a remote shutter release. This makes it almost impossible to get really comfortable shooting myself, as I have to set the timer, pose, set the timer, pose, set the timer, pose...

Before I've consciously made the decision to do so, my hand finds its way down and begins to move, and my eyes glaze over. I come back to myself when the camera's shutter makes its distinctive sound.

I'm never going to get a money shot at this rate, I think. The timer has a maximum delay of twenty seconds, and that's not long enough to me to go from full stop to the finish line. But remembering and repeating the keystrokes necessary to reset the timer brings me back to very near a full stop.

After several cycles of this, I can feel my self-control starting to go. The camera has once again begun its warning beep: I realize, again, that the shutter will trip before I am finished. But not by much...

The hell with it, I decide, with my last semi-rational thought. This image was captured a few uncountable moments after reason had fled, as one desire consumed me.

Happy HNT!

TMI Tuesday #212

2009-11-16T23:55:00.004-05:00

1. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night. Where and when did you lose yours?

In the back of my car (a Plymouth Valiant). I was 18, she was 17. We told our parents we were at the movies.

2. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. What is yours?

I am damned if I know. I'm going to say she loves me for my mind.

3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?

Oh, yes. It's being bound.

4. I love watching guys masturbate. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?

I don't know. I've never been offered the opportunity.

5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum. Do you like your partners quiet? Are you quiet?

That depends on circumstances. Assuming no children to wake or guests to embarrass, I'd just as soon hear, and make, some noise.

6. I love playing with nipples. Do you having your nipples played with?

God, yes.

7. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25. What is your 'number'?

My number is between zero and two. Dammit.

boobdeer!

2009-11-16T13:20:00.001-05:00

via flickr.com

I saw another picture of the lovely lady on Hawtness.com, but I followed the comments back to the original source on Flickr just because I didn't want to be the thousand-and-first person to run that same photo. Do you believe this has been sitting quietly in the photostream since Christmas 2007?

On behalf of men everywhere, I just want to say thanks to the photographer and the subject.

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HNT :: An evening out

2009-11-12T09:18:00.001-05:00

via flickr.com

I had more planned for this week, but I lost the text file and I don't have time to recreate it now. In the image I'd intended to use, the flash worked.

As fate would have it, though, you can better see where I am in this version. The white streak at upper left is I-85. directly behind me is, if memory serves, a miniature golf facility with a big pirate ship in the middle, and behind that an extended stay hotel. To the right is an out-of-business multiplex theater.

Yes, I am outside, in the parking lot behind the multiplex. I set the camera's timer, walked away until I heard the distinctive *beep* that means it's about to take the photo, then turned around and kneeled. That put me about five or six yards from my car. And yes, I am, er, at least half nekkid.

Maybe next week the flash will work.

Happy HNT!

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Caught between red and blue

2009-11-09T13:42:00.001-05:00

image by anton.komlev via flickr.com

I love this. It seems almost unreal. The model's shape is defined by the horizon line between the two key lights.

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HNT :: Dorsal orange

2009-11-05T01:45:00.002-05:00

via flickr.com

Sex is orange. I know this makes no sense. Orange is the color I see when I close my eyes during sex.

I wonder if this would make a good page header photo.

Happy HNT!

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Oh, no

2009-10-30T11:16:00.001-04:00

I ran out of time and never did a Half Nekkid Thursday post this week!

And I don't have time to do one now!

Now I have to decide whether to do a late entry, or delay gratification until next week. I may have another usable shot from the session that produced that Cocktoberfest image, if I can convince myself anyone would be interested in that...

Thread in the tapestry

2009-10-26T10:01:00.001-04:00

via strangeink.wordpress.com

I have a story to tell about the Lady of the house and I, from when we were in college. It's not a very complex story, little more than an image in my head, a moment in time.

The photograph accompanying is not it. We're old, but not that old. You try searching for a picture of a woman typing who happens to be naked, and see what you get.

I would have given a lot to have had a camera, but digital cameras did not exist yet, and no drugstore would have processed that picture.
It would have been spring 1974, or perhaps as early as fall 1973. I suck at dates. I can narrow it down to a school year because I remember the dorm I was in.

I know it was a Saturday, because my beloved would not have been in my dorm on any other day. (Her college was a couple of hours' drive from mine, so a weeknight visit was out of the question.)

We had just had sex in the wholly inadequate twin bed. Only desperate young hormones could love sex in a dorm bed. But, what the hell, it was sex, right?

She had a term paper due, for which she had a handwritten draft. I owwned a typewriter: She didn't. (Again, this was before anyone had put the words "personal" and "computer" in the same sentence.) Would I mind if she typed up the report while she was here? No, of course not.

This is how it came to be that I was relaxing on the aforementioned twin bed watching her type stark naked. It felt like a very grown-up moment: See, here we are, we don't have to spend every moment fucking, we can do other things together.

Yeah, right. She was doing an other thing. I was watching the play of the muscles in her back and arms and the jiggle of the various jigglicious fleshy bits. For once, I was able to look at, stare at and study a naked woman to my heart's content. I never get tired of that.

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HNT :: Hangin' out

2009-10-22T14:51:00.004-04:00

100_1998
Originally uploaded by Regin W

I pick up the phone on the second ring. I hear her voice before I speak: she's conversing with someone at work.

"Hello."

"Just a second," she says to her friend, then: "Hi, it's me. What are you doing?"

"Right now? Right now I'm just sitting here naked wishing you were here."

"Oh, really?" I can hear the surprise in her voice. She must be glancing at her friend nervously. "Have you, er, picked up our son from school yet?"

"It's a little early yet. Check your clock. Besides, I wouldn't want to shock him. Or gross him out. You know how kids can be about naked parents."

"Right. I just wanted to remind you..."

"...That you wanted us to meet you at work after school. I remember. I guess I should put on some clothes first."

"I think that would be wise," she smirked.

Happy HNT, everyone.

Quips and Chains – Queer Fetish Pic of the Week

2009-10-19T15:27:00.003-04:00

Quips and Chains – Queer Fetish Pic of the Week

Note: This is not me. Although God knows if I could do this, I would. Hell, I might never leave the house.

I don’t get how this is labeled a specifically queer fetish pic. At least Wikipedia disagrees.

Keeps flowing like a river to the sea

2009-10-14T23:07:00.001-04:00

Tuesday was my birthday.

It wasn't a Special birthday, wasn't a significant landmark. Just a birthday. Just a day like any other.

In childhood, you look forward to birthday loot. Soon after puberty hits, you start thinking of ways to hint for a birthday blowjob. (At least, men do. I'll let you know if I ever outgrow that.) As you settle into adulthood and marriage, you look at them as one of four days of the year you expect sex. (The others being New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, and your anniversary.) This is a mistake, as once you allow your Beloved to make the association of fucking = holiday, it's doubly hard to Get Any just because it's Thursday.

Perhaps I'm obsessing.

After a certain age, it's difficult not to use a birthday as an opportunity to examine one's goals. This is also a mistake, as you're unlikely to have met as many as you think you should have done. You're especially not getting laid. (Bet you thought getting married meant fucking whenever you wanted. Trouble is, she thought it meant not having to fuck whenever you wanted.)

I know. Easy jokes, and unfair. As may be.

Happy HNT, everyone.

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Enjoying September's sunshine

2009-10-12T09:21:00.002-04:00

Enjoying September's sunshine, originally uploaded by gdelargy.

HNT :: Exposure

2009-10-08T01:47:00.007-04:00

Crappit says FML: "Today, my roommate thought it would be funny to take pictures of my morning wood and put it up on facebook for everyone to see. FML"

It may seem weird, but I actually wish that Beloved would do that. Some acknowledgement that I am a sexual being would be welcome. Plus, as should be obvious, she'd have a challenge ahead of her trying to outdo some of the things I've posted myself.

As I was saying two weeks ago, because my shoulders are as broad as they are (just right for snuggling against or crying on, or so I'm told), they draw attention away from my expanding middle (as shown).

Happy HNT, everyone!

LATER: My wish came true, sort of! No, the Lady of the house didn't do something utterly unexpected with her digital camera. The lovely Shay (of The S Spot) used my submission for Day 8 of Cocktoberfest '09! Wheee!

It's one thing to post pictures of my nekkid flesh myself on my own site, but its entirely different to see it on somebody else's. I'm all a'quiver. And I didn't even have to beg, or bribe, or tell Shay that my birthday is coming up in a couple of days (although it is). This may be the best present I've gotten in years. Thank you so much, Shay!

The picture was taken in the same session that produced this week's HNT picture, above. I guess since it's almost the only part of me that doesn't show in the HNT photo, you could cut and paste me back together.

If anybody has any suggestions as to how I might make the picture better -- you know, in a photography technique kind of way -- just let me know...

Stunning

2009-10-05T22:49:00.002-04:00

Originally uploaded by nikaa

Everything this photographer has posted to Flickr is heartbreakingly beautiful. Everything, without exception.

Thinly veiled

2009-09-27T16:35:00.002-04:00

veil Originally uploaded by
augenkribbeln.de | Berlin

Neither in artifact nor nature are there more gorgeous curves and lines than those that comprise the female form.

That is the truth of it, and all men know this whether conscious of it or not. Is it any wonder that men lose their minds speaking to pretty women?

Stephen Bayley knows what I mean, perhaps better than I do myself.

HNT :: Flaws

2009-09-24T13:01:00.007-04:00

I must really trust you.

I've learned to accept my ever-spreading bald spot. I've had it since college, but I can no longer use the "high forehead" excuse -- if I ever really could. It is what it is, and there's no cure, so why worry.

Usually, when I compose an HNT image, I'm trying to flatter myself. I've learned that a direct or near-direct frontal approach does that. But the fact remains that, according to my doctors, I'm about fifty to sixty pounds overweight.

Where I really feel it is in my wrists, where the extra avoirdupois pinches my nerves to the extent that, er, certain highly enjoyable repetitive-motion private-me-time activities are often painful to the point of impossibility. Talk about something you don't really appreciate until you can't do it anymore. (Too obscure or TMI?) (I haven't decided whether I dare solicit assistive therapy.)

But the most visible evidence is, of course, my gut and ass, herewith presented for your edification.

Happy HNT!

NOT MUCH LATER: Wow. I'm already listed at Sexoteric Blog News. Now that's the way to make my fat ass feel important.

HNT :: My best feature

2009-09-18T00:12:00.003-04:00

100_0996, originally uploaded by Regin W.

On a clear, sunny day, my eyes pick up and reflect the blue sky to a degree that is, I'm told, startling. However, this shot wasn't taken outdoors: the weather this week is not cooperating.

I see we were supposed to show a flaw. But there are so many from which to choose! I'm thinking I'll try that next week, which will probably frighten small children and horses, so be warned.

Happy HNT!

September's Blogbunnie Blog Makeover Contest!

2009-09-13T22:42:00.002-04:00

Rules for Isabella Snow's September blog makeover contest! Entering is easy! Just copy and paste this (entire) blurb to your blog (make sure the links still work!) and then email Isabella a link to your blog post. The contest deadline is at midnight GMT September 30. One winner will be selected the following day by a drawing of names; the name will be posted here and the winner will be emailed, as well. A new, totally original blog will be completed within two weeks of winning. One entry per blog. *Blogger.com customization only*, see the Blogbunnie Blog Design portfolio for layout options.

Good luck!
xx Isabella

I'm a sucker for a good contest...

Nekkid greed

2009-09-12T23:35:00.011-04:00

Light Impression
Originally uploaded by lonngphoto

Sell out? Me? Why, sure, for a payoff like this.

I've been meaning to create a wish list at Extreme Restraints anyway, but Bad Bad Girl has made an irresistible contest out of it. Feel free to visit my list, but enter the contest whether you do or not. BBG tells you how.

Is it worth your while? You tell me. Here's the prize list (it grows as the number of entrants increases). (I don't know why the table does such weird things to my blog layout, but I promise it's down there.)

The image to the left has nothing to do with the contest, but isn't it beautiful?

Sign-ups	Item	Retail
1	Electrogasm	$45.00
4	Ratan Cane	$11.50
5	Trinity Silicone Butt Plug Kit	$38.00
7	Trinity Pink Waterproof Rabbit	$18.95
9	Orgasmic Vibrating Cock Ring	$8.00
10	Luv Balls	$26.00
12	The Sunset Plug	$17.99
15	Strict Leather Flogger	$165.00
17	Clit Enhance Pump Kit	$114.00
18	Vibrating Silver Bullet	$8.50
20	Vibrating Remote Control 7 speed egg	$47.95
23	Leather Blindfold with Velcro Closure	$16.50
25	Strict Leather Locking Thigh Cuffs	$76.00
30	Trinity 7 Speed Vibrating Silicon Butt Plug	$28.95
35	Delux Digital Power Box	$130.00
38	Trinity Pocket Rocket Massager	$14.00
40	Trinity Heart Throb Glass Dildo	$28.00
43	The Love Pacifier	$14.99
45	Strict Leather 4 Foot Leash	$18.00
47	Vibrating Lipstick	$26.00
50	Hitachi Magic Wand	$49.95
55	Ball Gag Training System	$15.00
58	Trinity Rosebud G Vibrator	$22.50
60	Strict Leather Punishment Strap	$37.50
62	Bondage Tape	$7.95
65	Strict Leather Studded Paddle	$48.00
69	Clit Clamp with Bell	$10.00
70	Strict Leather Low Rise Leather Collar	$48.00
75	The Love Seat	$99.95
77	Premium Bondage Rope Nylon 10ft	$12.00
78	Wartenburg Wheel	$9.50
80	The Anal Hook	$78.95
85	Tower of Pain	$88.00
90	Strict Leather Forced Orgasm Belt	$78.00
95	The Curvy Steel Dildo	$95.00
100	The Power Box Fucking Machine	$449.00

What a tremendous opportunity this would be to try all the things you've heard about but never done...

HNT :: Sit. Stay

2009-09-10T23:26:00.003-04:00

Oh my Beloved, you have no idea.

Immobilize me. Let me strain against rope, or tape, or plastic wrap. Arouse me at your pace. Take me to that place where self-control fails and I must take you now, now, now... yet I cannot. Take me beyond language, beyond thought, where there is only want, yearning, breathtaking lust. Leave me hanging on that desperate edge, helpless to resist yet helpless to act.

Make me an animal driven only by want, denying me any means to satisfy that want.

Happy HNT, everyone!

HNT :: Stealth nood

2009-09-03T11:00:00.004-04:00

Did you think I was kidding about the camo mankini? I saw it and I couldn't resist. Perhaps I should have.

I thought about taking it to DragonCon. I may yet. If there's a time and place on the face of the earth that I might be able to get away with wearing it, it's there. I must confess a secret desire to stroll down Peachtree or Harris streets, or to cross Peachtree Center Avenue between the Hyatt and the Marriott.

But wherever would I keep my convention badge and room key?

Were I to do such a thing, I would also have to wear a full-face mask. The Lady of the house works in a profession where her employment would be jeopardized by such antics on my part.

Happy HNT!

Public Appearance

2009-09-02T14:16:00.003-04:00

I'll be wandering around DragonCon throughout the weekend, exposing myself in one way or another. Sadly, that's bound to be less interesting than it sounds. But it would be a real challenge to stand out from this crowd. (Do a Google search for DragonCon images.)

Besides, who really wants to see a middle-aged man wearing a camouflage mankini?

You're most likely to find me behind the scenes around and about the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company, which has their traditional CD sales table and performances on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

TMI?

2009-09-01T13:16:00.000-04:00

TMI?
I want to live in a sex positive world where a nipple is not more dangerous than a bomb and no one grows up so terrified of sex that s/he goes a lifetime without ever masturbating.
The problem I’ve run into lately is that I am just not sure how to promote this shining vision for a better tomorrow. At least, I’m not sure how to promote this vision of mine without turning into “that tmi girl.” We have all met these tmi people, right? You know the ones who can effortlessly shut down a nice conversation with an overly personal comment? A comment that no one has any idea how to respond to gracefully? Yeah, those people.

How do you do that?

Sunday Flickr Find

2009-08-30T19:05:00.002-04:00

Spotlight Crystal Moon II, originally uploaded by FML Photography.

Amazing.

HNT - Freebird

2009-08-27T17:15:00.005-04:00

I'm not sure this is my best side.

I can't tell you how much fun I have doing these HNT shoots. I love being nekkid outside. Maybe I should go for a drive this way and see what happens. If I understand the law correctly, I'm not guilty of public nudity unless I actually leave the car.

*mouseover* *click*

No, I'm pretty sure this isn't my best side.

Sunday Morning Flickr

2009-08-23T12:37:00.002-04:00

Linhas, originally uploaded by Flávio Duarte.

It doesn't require an explicit pose to hold my interest. I could look at these delightful curves for hours. I think I have.

HNT - er, HNF? - Ooh, look, it's Shrek

2009-08-21T09:35:00.003-04:00

Hello, lovely people. I don't know how I let Half-Nekkid Thursday get away from me. I just lose all track of time.

Almost everywhere I go, I look around for potential settings for an HNT photo. Unfortunately, since I live in the center of a Major Metropolitan Area, pickings are slim.

There's a little something extra for you if you hover or *click*.

I take requests. (Which is to say, sometimes inspiration runs dry.)

Happy HNT!

BBG’s Big Bad Contest!!

2009-08-17T16:47:00.002-04:00

Bad Bad Girl’s Big Bad Contest!!
The Big Bad Anniversary Contest-Drawings
I’ll be having 4 drawings, and one grand prize. The Big Bad Contest Drawings will be out of one pool of entries and the Grand Fucking Prize will be from a different pool of entries (and detailed in another post all together) sponsored by eXtremeRestraints.com.
Drawings
How to get an entry (you can do both):
1. Post the details of the contest on your blog, saying something wonderful about me along with the list/links of prizes up for grabs. You will need this paragraph (from ‘Drawings’ to the last prize). (you must leave me a comment here so I know you did it)
2. Email me a picture wishing me a happy blog anniversary I will post it on my anniversary. badbadgirlx (at) gmail (dot) com (Nudity is greatly appreciated)
See, I’m easy. (As if you didn’t know!!) I MAY add a third way half way thru, stay tuned for that!
Here’s the things up for grabs and the fantastic vendors who are supplying some of the best, coolest and my favorite items.
Adam&Eve- Silicon Dream Cock, 16oz bottle of Adam&Eve Signature Lube, DVD- Bree’s Big Campout, DVD- Hello Nurse, and DVD-World of Sexual Variations 2
TabuToys- Carmen Electra’s Stripper Pole
Babeland- Hitachi Magic Wand and 1 oz Rocketbalm
Eden Fantasys- Bandito, 1 oz Eros Light Love Lube, Cock and Ball Rings
Pretty cool huh?? I look forward to your posts and emails. I also hope you take the time to enter the contest for the grand prize. It’s big and awesome.
I will announce the winners on September 12th. Good luck!!
Check out the Grand Fucking Prize.

(If you take a good look at the prizes being offered, you won't wonder why I'm helping promote the contest in return for a chance to win. It's awesome.)

HNT :: Happy Sunflower

2009-08-13T15:00:00.004-04:00

I can't believe how much I missed Half-Nekkid Thursday -- not that I ever did it by halves. Honeybun says I need a certain kind of validation that I don't get from my Beloved. It could also be that I'm what you might call a stealth nudist.

On Sunday I accidentally used the photo I'd intended to use today, but there were special circumstances.

Click through for the unobscured version.

Negotiations

2009-08-09T21:15:00.004-04:00

I think most couples develop a routine for initiating sex. Ours is wordless, and possibly less romantic than that sounds.

We sleep on a California King futon mattress. Perhaps we should call it by a special name, like "the Ponderosa". On a bedscape with that much acreage, either of us can retreat to the upper forty if we're not feeling neighborly.

Of course, I can't remember the last time I wasn't feeling neighborly, but that's neither here nor there.

Most evenings, I reach over to give whatever I can reach a gentle goodnight pat or squeeze after lights-out. If I'm hoping not to go to sleep right away, my hand will linger.

Often I can't reach her at all, because she's all the way at the edge of the bed. My ego is insecure enough that I usually assume she's 'way the hell over there for a reason.

Often I can reach her, but she moves out of the way after I touch her. It's hard to take that as anything but discouraging.

On this occasion, what was closest to hand was her thigh. It wiggled pleasantly under my hand, but stayed put. Invitation enough.

One thing led to another, and soon four of my fingers were inside her, my tongue was entertaining her clit, and my other hand was on her breast. She continued to wiggle pleasantly. Oh, what a happy man am I.

Comfort food

2009-07-17T14:50:00.001-04:00

Sex is third

2009-05-05T22:45:00.002-04:00

Sunday morning. . .
Originally uploaded by ღĴęNňζ™

This has to be among the more depressing news stories I've read in a while.

Reading, watching TV more popular than sex (Toronto Sun)
The Sun Media-Leger Marketing survey polled 1,003 Canadian women above the age of 18, to find that even though women who are satisfied with their sex life are more likely to name sex as their No. 1 activity compared to those who are unsatisfied with their sex life (22% compared to 9%), those satisfied women will watch Sex and the City almost three times as much as they will have sex in the city.

Sexologist Trina Read, PhD, said she empathizes.

“All the women I deal with, sex is not their number one priority, reading a good book or having a bath is way higher on their list,” Read said.

Remember, guys, take out the trash without being asked, leave the seat down and hope for the best.

All men (and women) are created equally nekkid

2009-03-01T19:01:00.008-05:00

100_1086a Originally uploaded by Regin W

If it isn't obvious, I am American. Most of the time, I am proud of it. But just like a dotty old aunt, sometimes America sends some really weird messages.

Nowhere are we dottier than in our determination to make sex criminals of our pubescent teens.

See what I did there? (I mean, other than join the estimated one in five teenagers who has sent someone a nekkid picture of themselves.) It has to do with placing blame.

I don't blame kids for doing what kids have always done. I don't blame cell phone manufacturers for making it possible for two people to play doctor without actually being geographically together.

I do, in part, blame school administrators who think this behavior is within their ability to control. I mean, once a principal gets past the ideas of metal detectors, clear backpacks, locker searches, and strip searches, why, the idea of routinely inspecting the contents of confiscated cell phones must seem logical. (Since the nekkid pictures took them by surprise, I have to wonder what they were looking for.)

But only in part. They didn't, as the song says, start the fire.

I also blame the lunatic fringe of school parents, who (through desire to sue schools for an imaginative range of "failures" that are at least as much their own as the schools') have contributed to an atmosphere where teachers are less academic taskmasters than prison guards.

(I can't remember ever reading about a parent who sued the school because their child was graduated without the basic skills of readin', writin', cypherin' or thinkin'.)

I blame any fool who has ever uttered the phrase, "zero tolerance". It sounds promising, but what it really means is "zero thought", "zero discretion" and "zero initiative". It means blind adherence to any law, regulation, decision, policy, directive, speculation or opinion that flows from "uphill" regardless of whether it makes any sense in context. "Zero tolerance" can't be called a decision: If anything, it's an intent not to make a decision. There's no appealing such anti-decisions, no matter how stupid they are.

(The best possible light in which I can view it is this: Perhaps the "zero tolerance" people are intentionally imposing the most draconian consequences on the least sinister circumstances. It's really the only way they have left to show just how stupid the whole thing really is.)

Certainly I blame the federal and state legislatures, as they continue their proud tradition of being five or ten years behind available technology. And when they do address it, they usually get it wrong. It is they whom we can specifically thank for the laws that say a 13-year-old with a naked picture of herself on her cell phone is in possession of "child pornography". When she texts it to her boyfriend, she becomes a "distributor" and they both become "sex offenders".

There is no such thing as an "accused", "alleged", or "former" sex offender. It's a lifetime label.

We -- this alleged society of alleged adult humans we find ourselves in -- we have got to get over our perverse fear of nudity. How did we come to this? The most harmless people in the world are the ones who are naked. They're not showing us anything we can't see inside our own pants.

Maybe I'll just move to a nudist community and the hell with you all.

Distraction

2009-02-20T11:32:00.003-05:00

DSC04811 Originally uploaded by eb-2009

Some of the sexiest photos I've seen look as if the subject wasn't trying for it. Like this one.

February's Win a Blog Makeover Contest!

2009-02-09T14:09:00.004-05:00

Rules for Isabella Snow's February blog makeover contest! Entering is easy! Just copy and paste this blurb to your blog (make sure the links still work!) and then email Isabella a link to your blog post. The contest deadline is at midnight GMT Feb 28. One winner will be selected the following day by a drawing of names; the name will be posted here; and the winner will be emailed, as well. New blogs will be completed within two weeks of winning. One entry per blog. Blogger.com customization only, see the Blogbunnie Blog Design portfolio for options.

Why would anyone watch PG Porn?

2009-01-28T12:51:00.001-05:00

Because it's funny?

Enjoy this short film with everything you've come to expect from porn except the actual sex.

Roadside Ass-sistance | Girls | SPIKE.com

Get a load of these too...

2009-01-19T15:37:00.003-05:00

Sources confirm existence of man who hasn't seen Paris Hilton naked via The Spoof on 1/19/09
Darrin Thorne a 33-year-old Spring Hills, Michigan resident, who supposedly is not blind, living in a cave or without internet access, says glancing upon the frequently exposed nude body of Hilton was something he just "never got around to."

As usual, it takes a foreign news source to call for an end to America's latest boneheaded legal policy: charging teens with "child pornography" crimes for photographing themselves nude [Obvious] via Fark.com RSS on 1/16/09
See The Register.

Delicious & Refreshing via Atomic Sex Kitten by James on 1/15/09
Considered a part of the Pop Art movement, Mel Ramos received his first important recognition in the early 1960s...

Fuck Buddies and why they’re necessary via girlfrisky by sjfbarnett on 1/14/09
If you’re lucky enough to have a Fuck Buddy, enjoy it [but certainly don't force it]. It can be incredibly satisfying, can renew your sense of self [I hadn't felt "hot" in a while until Fling came along] and can do wonders for your current relationship...

Get a load of these...

2009-01-15T12:10:00.008-05:00

If you hadn't noticed, there's a box to the right labeled Regin's Shared Items. This is a function of using Google Reader to follow far too many blogs and RSS feeds. It also makes it easy for me to draw your attention to something (with or without comment from me) without going to the trouble of creating a new blog post for each of them -- which may be why my blog activity is down again.

For instance...

AnnaLynne McCord Goes Semi Nude for GQ - Hollyscoop
Another Ad Campaign Featuring NUDE Kids! - Mom Logic
What these two stories have in common is the attempt to work up some old-fashioned righteous indignation at the idea that children might be exposed to nekkid flesh...or might be encouraged to get nekkid themselves...or something. I notice that MomLogic is not so offended that they aren't prepared to use the offending photographs themselves to propogate their agenda.

Oh, and by the way? "Shirtless" does not equal "nude". Use the right word. I don't care how many click-throughs it costs you.

Defining Stupid - The Naked, The Nude and The Nekkid
No argument here. I cringe just looking at this photo. It has to be staged. Surely no one really is this stupid.

FOUND: Vintage medical humor - Gloria's Oversexed Mind

What's so wrong with being naked? - Stuff.co.nz
This has to do with the Australians' relatively low-key handling of the occasional sporting-event streaker. The main point of the link is the charming photo accompanying.

Do I really want to pose nude covered in paint? - MSNBC
Another example of a salacious headline that clicks-through to a sedate story, but at least it was an interesting sedate story.

Nudist Resort Renting Rooms to Non-Nudists for Inauguration - NBC
Okay, if I'd been the news director I would have run with this story too. The good news: We can still get a room in D.C. for inauguration. The, well, other news: It's a private nudists' club, so they're within their rights to require us to to get naked to get it. (Interesting photo they chose to accompany the article.)

Japan: Naked ambition - to not die of shame - NZ Herald
A short tutorial for Westerners about Japanese hot-spring pools, or onsen. Linked to because it sounds lovely.

THE TEXAS DILDO WAR - Sociological Images
Just because dildoes are illegal in Texas doesn't mean you can't sell, er, condom demonstrators, yeah, that's what they are. The link features a very funny interview with Molly Ivins.

Good: you and your partner go out sightseeing. Great: you have sex on an observation wheel 120m above the city. Bizarre: there's a photo of your "workout" in the Saturday paper - Brisbane Times (from Fark.com RSS)
Self-explanatory.

Distraction

2008-12-28T16:06:00.002-05:00

Girls Gone Wild Magazine
Originally uploaded by
intensity.studios

The interplay of light and shadow on the curves and lines of the female form fascinates me. I can stare at it for hours.

Woman as (sex) toy

2008-12-17T11:16:00.002-05:00

Okay, yes, I know it's objectifying. Yes, as a life partner I prefer a living, thinking, physically imperfect woman. But...

Oh, well. Never mind. I could never master those game controllers anyway.

(Found at Sociological Images.)

Weekend distraction

2008-12-14T17:31:00.003-05:00

XXX-Mas Originally uploaded by wesflix9

Two great things that look great together...

"You got Christmas lights all over my naked woman!"

"You got a naked woman all over my Christmas lights!"

Confession: Exposure

2008-11-30T23:33:00.004-05:00

2fcedad9fc7cf1d6_o
Originally uploaded by Regin W

The thing about blogging is, you don't really know who's reading it unless they tell you. Normally that doesn't bother me.

There are three people who know me in the "real world" who know about this blog. In some ways, that seems like a lot. My beloved's job would be jeopardized if her employer knew about this. Guilt by association, and all that.

On the other hand, to my knowledge she's never read it. Not that I haven't asked her to, I have. It frustrates me no end.

On the other other hand, she has a blog of her own. Welcome to adult education in the 21st century: It's how she turned in her assignments. It terrified her every time she posted anything, because the nature of the internet is that anyone could see it.

Obviously, given some of the images of myself I've posted, that doesn't bother me so much. But because of that, I know that if she had looked at this blog even once, I would have heard about it.

So. Let's assume that she doesn't really know what I post here. Say she takes a notion to visit one day and finds her husband nekkid on the internet. How should she feel about that?

Bathing in the Precious Angel Light

2008-11-23T17:33:00.002-05:00

Bathing in the Precious Angel Light
Originally uploaded by The Foamy Green

Mark Milke of the Calgary Herald writes,

I wonder why we don't also do more within our cities to snub the frosty season.

The same question--why don't we make our urban centres an oasis from winter's chills--occurred to me while I lived in Japan.

There, over the course of two years, I took in a variety of "onsens." They're the Japanese equivalent of our hot tubs, except that the Japanese have them everywhere and their onsens are usually larger and more pleasant. They're never as institutional as our poolside hot tubs with the ever-present, annoying, glaring fluorescent lights.

Sadly, Milke's article does not have pictures -- at least not online -- but a quick scurry to Flickr and a search for images tagged "onsen" is, as you see, rewarding.

The Japanese have the right idea here. If I'm ever wealthy, my next house will have an onsen. I may never leave it.

Confession: Showers of gold

2008-11-16T16:18:00.006-05:00

golden shower as well
Originally uploaded by David Fikner

Last week, The Beautiful Kind shared the story of having crossed one thing off her to-do list: She peed on a friend, who happily swallowed as much of it as he could.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked.

“Your goddess nectar was delicious!” he exclaimed.

Earlier today -- scant minutes ago, in fact -- she described an incident where after a playful dare, the man she calls Beast peed on her in the shower.

Tiny drops splash in my mouth. I don’t mind at all. Strangely, it feels almost… affectionate. And it tastes like mead.

I expected to be creeped out by this, but I wasn't. In fact, I found it... sweet.

So. Baby steps. Time to find out what piss tastes like. Not difficult to do: Why, look, there's an empty V8 bottle on the desk, I'll just rinse it out, and fill it up, and there it will be.

So, before I had time to overthink this experiment, I filled the bottle (well, not all the way) and took a sip.

Hm, thought I. It'll never replace vitamin water. There's a faint bitterness to it. On the other hand, it isn't half as bad as I thought it would be.

Perhaps, as with semen (which I've also tasted), there's something about getting it from the, ahem, original container that gives it a je ne sais quoi, makes it better than tolerable.

Now I must see how persuasive I'm prepared to be...

Weekend distraction

2008-11-15T21:53:00.002-05:00

SILENCE
Originally uploaded by Photographer from Phuket

There is more beauty in the world than time to admire it. Why waste time on nonessentials?

Weekend distraction

2008-11-08T19:13:00.002-05:00

ol, originally uploaded by marcomoncalvo.

Spectacular edgelighting brings out the lines and curves that cause men's hearts to skip beats.

Hvar, if you dare

2008-11-07T22:25:00.004-05:00

Hvar Originally uploaded by donbenito

Hvar is an island just off the coast of Croatia, known as a luxury vacation spot. Molly Newborn went there in search of secluded beaches.

[The hostel manager] circled a few [islets], mentioning that those were the ones I might enjoy. “What about the others?” I asked. “They are all nice,” she explained, “but I suggest these.” ...I didn’t look at the map the hostel manager had given me, circling the islands I should visit. Instead, I decided to do my own thing.

Now, is your spidey-sense tingling? What's the worst you can imagine happening to a young woman traveling alone in an unfamiliar country, where she does not speak the local language? Having said that, I'll reassure you that nothing terribly traumatic happens to her. She did, after all, get back to the Senior Times to write this travelogue.

The first islet we docked at was Jerolim. It looked lovely, small with large rocks to bask on and enjoy the pleasant seas. Perfect, I thought. I paid the taxi driver, hopped off, found the perfect rock with the most perfect view, laid down on my towel and proceeded to immerse myself in my book.

Now, here she is, halfway across the planet from her home (she's Canadian), surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery said planet has to offer, and she's reading a book she probably brought from home. Does this seem a little odd to you?

But, speaking of scenery...

Five minutes into my book I realized others had discovered my rocky shore and planted themselves on the rocks. I almost had a heart attack when I realized they were all naked! I had stumbled upon the “nudists” islet. Not that there is anything wrong with hanging on the beach in your birthday suit, but this certainly was not for me. I quickly gathered up my belongings and headed straight back to the dock to catch the next taxi-boat.

The second island she tried was full of nekkid people as well, so she gave up and went back to the mainland.

Why didn’t the taxi-boat driver say anything as I left the boat? They just let me wander onto the naked island!

Didn't your hostel manager try to tell you which islands to visit? Do you suppose there was a reason? Where do you think you are, Euro Disneyland? You're an adult; if you say "I want to go there," they're going to assume you know what you're doing and take you there. Europeans generally have a more relaxed attitude toward casual, non-sexual nudity than we socially-constipated north americans.

Now is a good time

2008-11-04T12:37:00.001-05:00

Full Frontal Friday

2008-10-31T11:36:00.003-04:00

100_0614 Originally uploaded by Regin W

It's been another week much like the rest. The weather has turned cold. I love the transition between summer and fall: Too cool for A/C, too warm for heat, just right. Unfortunately, "just right" only lasts about a week or so.

I went grocery shopping Wednesday and found that half an aisle of "seasonal" has already become Christmas. I have to suspect that there's a lot more of that in the back room, ready to go out as soon as they shovel away the last of the Hallowe'en candy--which they're probably doing today, if last year is any indication.

[Maybe I shouldn't go for alliteration in the post title, since in this case, even behind the click where it's LessSFW, it's still false advertising.]

Weekend distraction

2008-10-25T11:33:00.001-04:00

k_sandra Originally uploaded by Zn (Zinin Alexei)

It's images like this that make me want to burn my camera.

They told me it would rot my mind

2008-10-11T15:33:00.003-04:00

As melhores revistas são
politicamente incorretas mesmo
depois da última página.
uploaded by Nonstop Place

And they were right.

Separated at birth?

2008-10-10T12:58:00.004-04:00

Hm. Which would make a better Hallowe'en costume?

HNT: Fail in progress

2008-10-09T21:23:00.005-04:00

0926080833a Originally uploaded by Regin W

Well, some things that sound stupid actually work, and then they only look stupid for a little while.

Other times, they are stupid, but you had to actually do them to find that out. This would be one of those times.

That stuff all over my chest and abdomen is Nair, specifically Nair for Men in the spray can. It's a fine product when used properly, so I can't really blame it for how this particular occasion turned out. Nor did it fail for the reasons you might think.

As you see, I slathered it all over my chest, not attempting to avoid my nipples, since I have chest hair right up to the edge of the aureolae. You might think these chemicals would be too harsh for those very sensitive bits, but that didn't bother me at all.

Nor did the foam ooze downward to the most sensitive skin I have. It has enough body to pretty much stay where you put it unless you accidentally wipe it off.

However, it wasn't effective. It did remove some chest hair, but it still left me with stubble -- and this after I left it on for several minutes longer than the directions recommended. I didn't get the smooth chest it promised, much less did it stay smooth longer than if I had shaved.

It happens. Your mileage, as always, may vary. It works just fine on my arms and legs, and I'll continue to use it there.

But even that wasn't the source of the epic "fail" of this day. No, it was something I can only blame on my own stupidity, because I should have known better.

About ten minutes after this picture was taken, when my chest was already extremely sensitive, I decided that moment was a good time to get out the razor and shave off what Nair had missed.

Chemical burn + razor burn = exquisite agony for the rest of the day and evening. Witch hazel helped, but you can imagine what that felt like going on.

UPDATE: Just did some color correction to the image. The original is still here.

Weekend distraction

2008-10-04T18:04:00.003-04:00

Streetparade Zurich 2007
Originally uploaded by dappsull

Why does stuff like this never happen on my street?

Well, because the Europeans seem to be more accepting of nudity than we Americans are. (Okay, there's one thing we can lean from them.)

HNT: Easy come, easy go

2008-10-02T13:43:00.004-04:00

You probably won't be seeing this shirt again: It shrank in the wash. Darn. I really liked it, too.

Well, I suppose I could just wear it unbuttoned over a tee or something, but that's just not the same. Serves me right for buying cheap clothes from a drug store.

"I couldn’t be more shocked had she joined a satanic cult"

2008-09-28T20:09:00.005-04:00

Naturist's relax
Originally uploaded by gimme shelter

Sometimes I just don't "get" The Frisky. Sometimes they want to be edgy, as when they ask women what they would do with a penis for a day -- and then, almost as an afterthought, ask men if they've ever thought about what they'd do with a vagina for a day.

But then they go and run an essay like this one, Girl Talk: The Naked Truth, in which Diane Shipley expresses her utter incredulity that anyone would want to be a naturist.

Yet my friend says she’s enjoying her new hobby a lot. I say, Shouldn’t a hobby be something you can use to pad out your resume?

No, a hobby should be something you enjoy.

The British Naturist’s society website says that “Naturism is non-sexual nudity,” but who’s around to enforce what people are thinking?

Should someone be doing that? Oh, right, this is England, where you don't have all that free speech nonsense we Americans have burdened ourselves with.

The site then goes on to state that many people are prejudiced against displays of nudity. But I’m not sure not wanting to see the naked bodies of people I’ve never met before can really be considered a prejudice.

You've made your decisions regarding what naturist life is like (and more power to you) with, I presume, no exposure (*ahem*) to the lifestyle itself or people who live it. And when one of your otherwise-intelligent friends embraces it and finds pleasure in it, you aren't prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt? You aren't prepared to concede that maybe she knows something about what she's doing that you don't know? Some friend you are.

Sounds like prejudice to me.

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-09-27T08:15:00.001-04:00

jessicka
Originally uploaded by photo_obscura

Maybe I should just make it a Weekend Flickr Favorite, alliteration be damned.

HNT: If you want something done right...

2008-09-18T23:54:00.003-04:00

Click the image to see it unedited.
Click here to see a Flickr slideshow of variants.

In an earlier post, I passed along a recent image from Sexoteric featuring a man giving himself a blow job. I happened to mention that I had some experience along those lines, and a commenter asked for details.

Why, yes, I do take requests.

Well, as I said, in my younger days I could *almost* do it. I was blessed with more than a little natural double-jointedness, and of course I was young. I *knew* the standing posture the fellow in this photograph achieved would have been a bad idea, because if I actually managed it, and got anywhere close to climax, I'd fall down. I tried rolling around on the floor in all kinds of contortions, without success.

Not that it was *all* bad, I just couldn't do what I was trying to do.

As I recall, I got the nearest to unconditional success in the bathtub. I slowly turned sideways, wedging myself between the walls of the tub to help curl my back. My legs pointed straight up, but I had them spread and slightly bent so I didn't overbalance.

If I'd thought about it, I would have started laughing at the ridiculous position I was in--which, contorted as I was, I didn't really have enough breath to do. But I didn't think about that, because, well, the destination was in sight. I had the closest view of my own cock I'd ever had, and it was tantalizing.

The secret of getting closer was *not* to strain for it, but to relax and allow my back to curl just a *little* tighter. And eventually, victory: My lips closed around the head of my cock.

I expected a certain amount of sensory disconnect: I thought it might feel like I was simultaneously giving and getting a blow job. That didn't happen, of course.

Then I thought I might be immediately repulsed by the taste and/or texture. That didn't happen either. In fact, I really liked it. There was something satisfying about it, like sucking your thumb (I suppose). This, I thought, is a sensation I could definitely get used to.

I squirmed and shifted and grabbed my own ass to pull my cock closer. I managed to relax a little more and took myself in a little deeper. I have no idea how this was possible: All I could see was my own balls, when my eyes were open. I could sit there with my cock in my mouth... but I couldn't move, not without causing back pain.

It almost worked. You *know* I *wanted* like hell for it to work. But try as I might, and good as it felt, I never got even remotely close to orgasm. You know how it is for young men: If it won't make you come, what good is it?

Thinking back on it now, of course, I wish I'd been able to take pleasure in it for what it was, and had tried harder to get and stay flexible enough to continue experimenting. I wish I'd thought to attempt to massage my prostrate (hey, it's not like my ass wasn't close by) and see what happened. If only the aneros had existed then.

HNT: The End of Summer

2008-09-13T20:34:00.003-04:00

100_0780b Originally uploaded by Regin W

I have a weakness for hawaiian shirts, the brighter the better. If you're feeling generous, I wear XXL. :) I really like how these rich colors set off my pale and pasty epidermis.

If you've been following along on my LiveJournal, the most recent entry resolves my body-shaving questions. As you can see in this Half-Naked Thursday image, I have achieved the degree of hairlessness I was hoping for.

Now I have to see if I can convince my Beloved to do the same thing. I'm guessing not, actually. But at least "we don't have the stuff I'll need" isn't a good excuse. :)

[See the rest of the images from this shoot in this Flickr slideshow.]

Yes, I know it's Saturday. But Thursday is really a state of mind, not a day on the calendar. :)

"Friends With Benefits" Benefit Summary Prospectus

2008-09-11T11:01:00.002-04:00

If it comes with charts and graphs, it must be true. You can't argue with charts and graphs.

Found at crap.fi; origin unknown.

Another step toward the world of Wall-E

2008-09-11T10:49:00.004-04:00

Oh, darn. I was going to mention this "Fucking Hump Chair" featured on Random Good Stuff, but the video seems to have gone missing. It lasted just long enough for me to see it once. The idea is, you achieve coitus while one partner sits there and lets the chair do all the work.

I'm thinking if you can't even muster enough interest in sex to hump for yourself, you're doing it wrong.

Maybe it was a hoax. We can all hope so.

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-09-05T22:45:00.001-04:00

Nozomi Sasaki Originally uploaded by g2slp

...or, why guys never seem to be paying attention to what you're looking at when they go shopping with you.

That dawg 'ud bite you...

2008-08-18T14:03:00.001-04:00

"What every man would like to do, but only one in a thousand can." [Full-size image at Sexoteric.]

I think their math may be off. I'm thinking if that many men could do this, you could find more pictures of it on Flickr. God knows if I could do it, I would. Probably all damn day long. And I'd be posting the proof. Might have it made into a tee shirt.

Years ago, when I was younger, thinner and limber, I could almost auto-fellate. By which I mean, I could take myself in my mouth, but I couldn't relax enough to allow it to feel good. I suppose if I had been sufficiently determined, I would have continued working on my flexibility and been a feature attraction with Cirque du Soleil.

Later: D'oh. I just noticed he looks like a 9.

Stretching it

2008-08-18T09:11:00.001-04:00

Continuing the theme: Consequences of posting nekkid pictures of yourself.

On Half-Nekkid Thursday I used a variant of Monday's image, which led the lovely Ser Infiel to ask whether if had been used somewhere without my permission. (No, indeed. It's a patch job I did myself at dumpr.net.) But it got me thinking about another site that does borrow thumbnails from other sites without explicit permission.

Sexoteric's Blognews link is an ongoing overview of sexblog activity. (If you find yourself without something sexy to read, I recommend it.) Since I discovered that they include my blog within minutes of my posting a new entry, I've been trying to decide how I feel about that.

Should I feel uneasy when I open a major sex portal and find a (tiny) image of myself? (See above. Yes, I use Opera.)

I'll admit it was a bit startling the first time (I mean, who am I that my ass should be on Sexoteric?), but I had already posted these images on my own blog, and on my own Flickr collection. And I knew, as anyone should know, that once your ass is on the web you're no longer in control of where it goes or who sees it.

I've never gotten over the novelty of it, but I feel no terror. In fact, it's flattering, and exhilarating. And it's intellectually satisfying, as well, since I am no sex industry professional with a hardbody built for hi-def. I'm just a normal guy with a reasonably normal sex life, occasionally trying to strike a few sparks. I'm pleased that this is of any interest to anyone besides me.

Another thing I am is playful enough to see if I can get Sexoteric to use essentially the same picture a third time. :) (PS - It worked.)

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-08-17T13:06:00.002-04:00

What day is it again?
Check the date on the newspaper.
What newspaper?

HNT - Pixels at an Exhibition

2008-08-14T22:27:00.008-04:00

I was wishing I'd held the image I ran Monday in order to run it today, but dumpr.net gave me a way to make it fresh.

It also made me reconsider the potential consequences of posting nekkid pictures of myself on the internet.

Am I ashamed? No. Well, obviously, since I just did it again. I'm well aware that I could stand to lose some weight (although I think the images I've posted so far minimize my paunch), but I'm reasonably comfortable with my body image. And as previously noted, I have almost no modesty left.

My face isn't showing, true, but that's less for my protection than that of the Lady of the house, whose employment might be particularly jeopardized by association with such shenanigans.

And "shenanigans" is really the strongest word I would use to describe it. Where's that quote? I know it's around here somewhere. Oh yeah, from Montaigne:

Man is the sole animal whose nudities offend his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind.

Hell, I'd live a nudist life if I could afford the membership fees. Anybody know where there's a retreat that doesn't charge for the privilege?

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Some guys will screw anything

2008-08-11T07:19:00.005-04:00

0810081419 Originally uploaded by Regin W

The latest entry in the guy-caught-trying-to-fuck-something-unfuckable is a park bench.

Xing, a 41 year-old man, was calling from LanTian park in the middle of the night. The lonely and disturbed man had apparently thought it would be fun to have sex with one of the steel sit-up benches around the park.

The bench has numerous small holes in it, which Xing used to attempt to satisfy himself. However, once he became aroused he found that he was stuck and could not get his penis out of the small hole.

Being pathologically suspicious, I've never stuck my own penis into anything I wasn't absolutely sure I could get it out of. Yeah, I know. What kind of man am I? I've never licked a 9v battery, either.

From Weird Asia News: Man Almost Loses Penis Humping Steel Bench. Pictured is the only model available to me who'll work cheap and do anything I ask. Forgive me, Lady of the House, it isn't what it looks like, P-chan means nothing to me. Although now Larry the Cucumber is looking awfully attractive...

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-08-08T18:43:00.003-04:00

Wonder...
Originally uploaded by WtB (Watch the Birdie)

Beauty is its own reason.

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-08-02T15:45:00.001-04:00

sixtynine Originally uploaded by kuroy301

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-07-25T20:50:00.001-04:00

043 Originally uploaded by ass2cool2btru

Pardon me, miss, but do you have a license to carry that?

V is for Victory Day

2008-07-20T15:13:00.003-04:00

On yesterday's date in 1799, the Rosetta Stone was found. In 1814, Samuel Colt (the inventor of the revolver) was born. In 1941 Winston Churchill launched the two-finger "V is for Victory" campaign in Europe.

Late last night, I used those same two fingers to explore the Lady of the house's lovely pussy in search of her g-spot (which I found, thank you very much, and there was much rejoicing) while I was doing my best to tie her clit in a knot with my tongue (at which endeavor I failed, but sometimes it's all about the journey, not the destination).

Sir Winston may have changed history, but I'll bet I had more fun.

[Picture was found on Flickr, and is neither of nor by anybody I know.]

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-07-18T20:31:00.003-04:00

Lost Innocence, Finally
Originally uploaded by Sol Lang

This photographer has a huge set of images of this model, each more compelling than the last.

HNT - Optimism

2008-07-17T21:01:00.002-04:00

100_0626 Originally uploaded by Regin W

Late last week, I downloaded a copy of Becca Brewer's Yes! No! Maybe! chart. If you haven't seen it, It's a remarkably simple way to see how well your own inclinations sync with your significant other's. If you're breaking in a new partner, or looking to learn something new about your present one, I highly recommend it.

I made some minor alterations (added a few things that seemed conspicuous by their omission), printed it out, and left a copy on the Lady of the house's pillow.

She read it. She answered it.

There was a comfortable level of agreement in the two lists, even among those things we haven't tried. Even among things I've been hesitant to suggest.

I'm a very happy man.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

The ''power of the streak''

2008-07-15T11:45:00.005-04:00

THE man who ran naked across the field during Saturday's AFL clash in Darwin says he is a serial streaker who has previously stripped down for the crowd more than 20 times.

Chris Pedley's 11-year streaking career came to a bruising halt after a security guard ''clothes-lined'' him as he struggled to put his pants on.

''Security seem to be the only ones who don't enjoy it _ everyone else loves it,'' he told the Northern Territory News yesterday.

I prefer to see nekkiddity presented as an acceptable social choice, rather than a shock stunt... But, hey, at least he's not being treated as a sex criminal.

NOTE: It's been a busy couple of weeks. I'm going to try to get back to posting with some regularity.

Want

2008-06-28T18:28:00.009-04:00

Ooh, I really want one of these.

Unfortunately, it's £395 plus shipping, plus another £75 for the coordinating table top that conceals its true nature and makes it look like just another coffee table.

I wonder if any of my woodworking friends could build one...

(Saw it at AlexSuze.com.)

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-06-28T11:17:00.002-04:00

... Originally uploaded by djackpot777

So this Flickr user with an iPhone was strolling through Haight-Asbury one day when what did he see...

This never happens in my neighborhood.

You have to click through to see it well, but I love her expression. It looks like somebody bet her something really good that she wouldn't do this.

Sunday afternoon at home

2008-06-22T14:23:00.006-04:00

It could be that I'm the only one who can figure out why some things I post here, and other things I post on my LiveJournal page. Sometimes I'm not sure myself.

I started talking about the body-shaving thing over here, back in January, but the subject migrated. Just wanted to let you know, by way of trolling for people who perhaps see this page and not that one, that I could sure use some advice on the subject.

I mean, when you're spending Sunday morning slathering Nair all over your chest trying to eliminate stubble, you have to think there might be a better way.

Friday Flickr Favorite

2008-06-21T14:31:00.002-04:00

I can always count on Juicy Carolina to make me smile.

What? So I'm a day late. Like that's never happened to you.

Blarney Castle struck by 1.1 kilonudes

2008-06-20T20:49:00.003-04:00

When you hear stories reporting in excess of a thousand naked people in one place, you know the name Spencer Tunick almost has to show up later in the article. As reported by RTE:

The 'Dare to Bare' challenge took part earlier this morning [Tue 17 June] as part of the Cork Midsummer Festival and was photographed by the renowned US artist.

Images have made their way into the Sun, the London Paper and inPhotos.org. Doubtless more will creep into circulation as the days go by, especially since Tunick is scheduled to shoot another installation on Saturday.

Live as nature intended...

2008-06-19T20:07:00.003-04:00

...in a condominium.

[Consumerist] Reader Sam writes in to let us know that his apartment complex is being converted into a "clothing optional" paradise. Tenants of The Arbors at Branch Creek, you are now the hedonistic residents of Eden!

According to Sam and an article in the Tampa Bay Times, current (clothed) residents of the apartment complex were unaware of the plans, and the apartment manager didn't know what was going on either. Sam says, "I don't mind nudist colonies, I just don't want to live in one!"

The site's wording implies that the "new dress code" applies to the whole complex, but when they tick off their amenities, only the pool and tanning deck are specifically described as "clothing optional".

UPDATE: I was right: It's just one pool and tanning deck. The Tampa Tribune has the story, and Tom Mulhall of the Terra Cotta Inn explains why "the worst thing for nudism is when you have non nudists try to operate nudist resorts."

It must be true

2008-06-18T14:50:00.007-04:00

MSNBC, the New York Daily News, The London Times and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution all agree:

The key to great sex for women is a clean kitchen — and maybe some help making sure the kids’ homework is done..

"Choreplay", the articles call it.

Parenting Magazine recently coined the term after its survey revealed 15 percent of moms said their idea of foreplay is their hubby doing chores.

I accept on faith, and on the word of the Lady of the house, that this is true. I confess that I do not understand it: I do not, in my heart of hearts, "get" the connection between a Saturday night "headache" and dirty dishes in the sink. It sounds like the opening scene of sex lies and videotape:

Well, I kind of tried [masturbating] once. It just seemed stupid, I kept seeing myself lying there and it seemed stupid, and kind of, uh, I don't know, and then I was wondering if my dead grandfather could see me doing this, and it just seemed like a dumb thing to be doing when we don't know what to do with all that garbage, you know?

Well, taking out the garbage seems like a dumb thing to be doing when we could be having sex. Garbage can wait.

Global warming? You wish

2008-06-18T10:11:00.002-04:00

When scheduling a nude bicycle ride, check the weather forecast.

Naked cyclists ride it out
[Manchester Evening News]
NAKED cyclists braved chilly conditions to demonstrate against climate change and campaign for rights.

About 80 brave bikers stripped before taking a short trip across Manchester amid unseasonably cold weather on Friday.

The group rode under the slogan 'real rights for bikes', and say they were naked to highlight cyclists' vulnerability on city streets and draw attention to `the destructive effects of car culture'.

Well, I'm all for sharing the road. If they will, I will. Bicycles are wheeled vehicles and, within reason, have to observe the same rules. Ride on the same side of the road that automobiles do. Stay in your lane: Signal when switching lanes or turning. Don't drive on the sidewalk. Stop when the light is red. You know, basic things like that.

Although the article doesn't actually say what those "unseasonably cool" temperatures were, I'm happy to provide that missing piece of information (gleaned from Weather Underground): The day averaged 50 °F / 10 °C.