Where do sex toys go to die?

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(and other questions whose answers are imperative to maintaining order in the universe)

Sutera Belle: silicone bunny-shaped vibrator

Meet Belle.

Belle is a sex toy.  A fun pink buzzy novelty of a sex toy.  Made of velvety silicone and shaped like a bunny, Belle is…


Adorable, and completely useless.


Oh, sure Belle WORKS.

The ears are even insert-able if one wishes to take the time for some plastic gymnastics in the middle of a wank.

And the ‘nose’ could sort of work as a button to vibrate a lady’s…button…if, y’know, the controls were on the back side of the vibe.  Which…  They are not.

The thing is, as sex toys go, Belle has possibilities.

Or she *could* have possibilities anyway, in the right hands.

Those hands, however, are not mine.  Apparently.

So, cute as she may be, I need to get Belle the Bunny off of my hands.

Which begs the question:  What does one do with sex toys that are just…  Not?

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This weekend’s forecast:

Mostly clear, with a possibility of furries.

High probability of photo bombing.

He never poses when I *want* him to.

But just let the camera flash go off when he’s NOT the intended subject.

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Theme and Variations

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Night Music


repetition, exploration

melody familiar

embellished anew


Pachelbel: Variations, Canon



Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked


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Alone on my deck, surrounded by the quiet goings-on of my neighborhood, I revel in the erotic perceptions of sensory contrapositions.  The sun massages its heat into my skin while the salt-chill breeze leaves it cool to the touch.  Perspiration sheens my bare flesh while the ice water glass held against my neck sweats chilling drips.  The towel beneath me shifts – rough-worn and terry soft – as I change position.

I am secluded, but not.

Secure in the knowledge that I am visible from below only through the second-story porch railing – and only if someone is *really* looking – the exhibitionist in me thrills to the impish impulse thrumming through my veins.

Can I…?

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Safari Smotch

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I’ve often been known to say things like, “We need to get Wally a llama,” and “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a long-necked sheep?”

I have even, on occasion, put voice to such grandiose zoological ideas as, “I want an elephant!”

Alas, the only wild beasts I’ve ever had roaming about my domicile are of the domesticated, non-exotic variety.



Somehow – quite by accident – I seem to have acquired a zebra:

man's tan chest with white stripes

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