Porno for Pyros
Stripping off her bathing-suit, she walked into the huge shower. She pulled the lime green curtain across the entrance and then set the water for a tepid 75-degrees. The spray felt great against her skin as she ducked her head underneath the nozzle. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the tingling sensation of water flowing against her body. Suddenly another sensation entered, Ashley felt two large hands wrap themselves around her breasts and hot breathe on the back of her neck. She opened her eyes wide and giggled, “I thought you drowned out there snorkel man.”
Tommy O’Malley was naked and at attention. “Drowning is not an option”, he said, “unless of course you beg me to perform unnatural acts – right here in this shower.
With Bill O’Reilly, we can compare and contrast his prose style with his phone sex style, thanks to that sexual harrassment suit that was tossed his way a couple years back. The sex life of Tommy O’Malley really does mirror the sexual fantasy life of Bill O’Reilly.
Anyway, from the gripping world of Tabloid Television to the political intrigue found in 1903 Japan… Lewis Libby wrote a novel.
He could feel her heart beneath his hands. He moved his hands slowly lower still and she arched her back to help him and her lower leg came against his. He held her breasts in his hands. Oddly, he thought, the lower one might be larger. . . . One of her breasts now hung loosely in his hand near his face and he knew not how best to touch her.
The breasts don’t properly match? Whose fetish is that?
At age ten the madam put the child in a cage with a bear trained to couple with young girls so the girls would be frigid and not fall in love with their patrons. They fed her through the bars and aroused the bear with a stick when it seemed to lose interest.
Life in rural Japan in 1903 must be pretty similar to the life that Neal Horsley lived growing on the farm in Georgia, as evidenced by:
He asked if they should fuck the deer.
As That New Yorker article tells us, the answer is “yes.”
We can put aside shower scenes and Japanese provincal bestiality and, thankfully Lynne Cheney contents herself with Frontier Lesbianism, which we all know about by now.
What does this all mean? I don’t have a clue.