Get Sucked into Snatch Monster.


I was googling “something to carry dicks in” and I came across this doozy of a site, Snatch Monster.

Part of the inscription on this painting was translated to: “I too want to rub and rub my suckers at the ridge of your furry place until you dissapear and then I’ll suck some more.” Clearly this is an OctoSuckYoPuss, a lesbian demon octopus that sucks the life out of your pussy–I mean clearly. Also, thanks Snatch Monster for the zebra dick. I have no idea how I missed that dong while doing research for Animal Boners (see below).

May 16, 2009. animals, calisha jenkins, drunky brewster, the japanese. Leave a comment.

Wipe me down!


A few years back, I was broing down with some bros and the conversation meandered towards giving girls facials. One of my boys was totally aghast at the idea of crop dusting his special lady friend’s face, and couldn’t understand how a righteous feminizzle bitch such as yours truly would want to get down with something he perceived as being so inherently degrading to women.

I’ve heard others echo this sentiment since then, and it never ceases to amaze me how some people think that one’s world view must also dictate one’s sexual inclinations. There are powerful CEO’s who like getting tied up and whipped by dominatrixes and black militants who enjoy dabbling in a little milk of magnesia–so why wouldn’t there be feminists who like to catch a load to the chin every once in a while? I mean, I understand that the physical act of coitus is more of a cut-and-paste operation for some than others, but come on. It’s a little spilled seed. Are we really gonna split hairs here?

By this point, perhaps you have inferred that I am a pretty big fan of bukkake. Not like crazy group jerk sessions onto my face while my eyelids are held open by clamps. There will be none of that, have you ever gotten jizz in your eye? It feels like someone just punched you directly in the facial. And not in a good way either. No, I’m talking about a good old-fashioned body drenching. There is just something so satisfying about seeing a huge load sittin’ pretty on my boobage after a job well done. A new pearl necklace? For me? Aw shit baby, you shouldn’t have!

To me, a skeet skeeted into a condom is a skeet skeet wasted. I mean, mutual orgasms are cool and all but I’m deathly afraid of getting knocked up before I’m good and goddamned ready, so even when there’s a condom in play, I get easily spooked thinking about what would happen if it broke mid-nut. I’d much rather feel the splooge hit my skin and know instantly that no babies were conceived in the making of this sexual encounter.

It also enables me to really get in there and gauge the intensity of orgasm, based on speed of projection, trajectory arc, and volume. Plus, I am the kind of person who needs closure–the more visceral, the better–and this, to me, is a guy’s way of saying, “Here, take this little present special from me to you for being such a hot ass motherfucking sexual goddess.” And I ain’t mad at that. I’m really not.

However, there is definitely some post-spattering etiquette that I feel needs to be addressed here. Most guys will give you a haphazard dry rub with whatever towel or t-shirt is handy. Some will just leave you to your own devices and wander off to the bathroom to wash their nuts. Some will hand you a crusty sock from up off the floor and laugh sheepishly. Shut up, it has happened to the best of us, or at least to those of us who have fucked with a stoner punk dude…or seven.

What the fuck is up with that shit? I’m sayin’. Feel free to take a minute to look at the map of Hawaii you just spilled on my stomach, but fuck’s sake. I just worked that party puddle out of your body with my body, maing. Wipe me down already! (A-wipe me down.) On that note, I have decided that the day a man lovingly sops up his goo from my chest with a clean, hot, moist towel is the day that I start giving up the buttsex.

Sooo, fellas. Bedside towel-warming station: who’s copping?

April 21, 2009. bukkake, buy us shit, crackie treehorn, facials, feminizzle, ladies who love the d, selfish penixes, spooge, the japanese, towels, veiled references to the big lebowski, wetiquette. 9 comments.

Giant Gaping Sphincter Discovered in Japan




Holy fuck! What the fuck is that thing?! This mystery butthole creature was ostensibly discovered by three drunken Japanese simpletons, who proceeded to penetrate it with sticks and give it a crucial beer enemas for the better part of what seems like half an hour. My better judgement wants to call hoax on it, but actual me needs to believe in the existence of giant frilly pink sucking buttholes.
Please God, I’ve never asked for much, but I NEED this.
Click the picture to watch the video.

April 20, 2009. bungholes gross, the back door, the japanese, youtube. 2 comments.

Cockigami, or Why the Japanese are Fucking Crazy


There are certain times, usually during elections and such, when a person feels the swell of nationalistic pride upon their breast. Well today, my friends, was such a day. Behold, and be amazed by the wonder that is kokigami. In case his clever little disguise fooled you, that is in fact a penis as a, ahem, private dick. A cross between origami and kirigami, or cut paper art, with a healthy dose of what-the-fuck thrown in, apparently the Japanese have been fucking with this shit for a minute. Below is an 18th century ukiyo-e print featuring a very surprised looking gentleman who seems to be in quite a shock that his she-witch concubine opposite him has turned his goose neck into, well, a goose neck.
A book, called Kokigami: Performance Enhancing Adornments for the Adventurous Man has a whole slew of creative little get-ups for when he gets it up, such as my personal favorite, the Dragon. It also explains ways to get your partner into it, by way of call and response, while also convincing them of your total detachment from reality. Here’s the one from the Dragon:

The Call: “Where are my precious jewels? My treasures? My trophies? Are they hidden there inside your dark cave”
The Reply: “Come on hot stuff! Careful the iron gates don’t snap shut and sever your burning tongue!”
The Play: With arms outstretched and fingers curled like claws, move forwards warily with the knees bent. The hips may be flicked about spasmodically accompanied by the low seductive roar of a raging furnace.

Oh yeah, furnace toootally raging.

Photo Credits: http://www.kokigami.com

February 13, 2009. internet gold, real sex, the japanese. Leave a comment.