Confession: Showers of gold
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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.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.
“Your goddess nectar was delicious!” he exclaimed.
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...
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Weekend distraction
Saturday, November 15, 2008
There is more beauty in the world than time to admire it. Why waste time on nonessentials?
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Weekend distraction
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Spectacular edgelighting brings out the lines and curves that cause men's hearts to skip beats.
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Hvar, if you dare
Friday, November 07, 2008
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.
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Now is a good time
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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Full Frontal Friday
Friday, October 31, 2008
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.]
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Weekend distraction
Saturday, October 25, 2008
It's images like this that make me want to burn my camera.
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They told me it would rot my mind
Saturday, October 11, 2008
As melhores revistas são
politicamente incorretas mesmo
depois da última página.
uploaded by Nonstop Place
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Separated at birth?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Hm. Which would make a better Hallowe'en costume?
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Labels: too much
HNT: Fail in progress
Thursday, October 09, 2008
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.
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Labels: Half-Nekkid Thursday, shaving, TMI
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