Sales of the Titty

I go all weak above the knees when a big-bosomed waitress leans low over the table to serve me a slender latte. She knows exactly where my eyes are fixed and why I’m unable to talk or breathe or do anything but drool as my gaze is drawn irresistibly down her cleavage.

Coming soon…

Grl and I have made the first tentative overtures. We’re looking for a new member of the writing team, and we think we’ve found the perfect collaborator. Inviting someone into a relationship is always difficult, but we feel confident with our choice. She’s an awesome writer, brings a great depth of experience, has a delightful [...]

That spot

The elusive erotic zone said to exist in some women may be a myth, say researchers who have hunted for it. – BBC

Blue, she said

It’s probably old hat to most folks now, but yesterday Facebook began to experience a rash, a rush of colors. People typed in “black”, or “beige” or “white” or “flesh” as their status. This created confusion and unease amongst those who hadn’t heard the word.

Mostly men.

“Blue,” Grl said on FaceBook, and I tried to recall what was blue about her. Her eyes, obviously. But some of the other colors floating around FaceBook made this an unlikely answer.

The last grasp

The internet is the wet dream of the schoolyard show-offs. You know, the kids who just wanted to make a noise, disrupt the classroom, screw around. And now, here they are with a fabulous toy and a global audience. Anybody, anywhere, can make a noise, say whatever they want, do it anonymously and be forever unpunished. They don’t even have to finish school first.