Hello there!

Well, now, my neglected little blog. What shall we do with you?

I think it's time to bust a move.

I've got books and CDs, TV, sports, politics, and all sorts of random thoughts that have been piling up.

We'll get you up to speed in short order...

I love Matt Taibbi

As much as I hate Tom Friedman.

Sex is like pizza...

The Bad Sex Writing awards are out, and there are some doozies.

I kissed his mouth ravenously, devouring his neck, earlobes, chest. He broke free with muscular ease, unhooked my bra with composed expertise, found my nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth until it went hard. His towel fell away. Sebastian's erect member was so big I mistook it for some sort of monument in the centre of a town. I almost started directing traffic around it.

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'Open your thighs,' he urged as he parted the folds of her vulva. 'You are so moist down there.'

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'Perhaps you'd like to take off your shorts.'
'Do I have to?'
'I think you do.'

Hott!

The fisking to end all fiskings

FJM knocks another one out of the park.