tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post2843339967483618377..comments2023-04-16T08:19:03.444-04:00Comments on From Socks to Fedora, It's Jeremy: Voluptuous VeloutéJeremy Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-37712246125395347642009-02-01T18:03:00.000-05:002009-02-01T18:03:00.000-05:00Hi, Madeline! Thanks for slurping—I mean stopping—...Hi, Madeline! Thanks for slurping—I mean <I>stopping</I>—by!Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-23350227953576933872009-02-01T17:53:00.000-05:002009-02-01T17:53:00.000-05:00Nice meeting you too, Madeline! I remember a book ...Nice meeting you too, Madeline! I remember a book that started with a sex scene on a bus--probably not the same one, but was the virgin asleep? Not that I remember the name or anything else about it, but that would be pretty funny!Helia Brookeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10751055550314068439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-77993317045186206142009-01-31T15:36:00.000-05:002009-01-31T15:36:00.000-05:00slurp. slurp. Sorry to be late, I had a pressing...slurp. slurp. Sorry to be late, I had a pressing engagement...nonstop brainstorming for two weeks on Skype. I lost weight and can't walk properly, but I'm sure it'll pass (the former, alas, as well as the latter.)<BR/><BR/>My parents had a cupboard full of dirty books. The one I will never forget had a guy on the cover with a snake tattoo on his arm. He was a VERY BAD MAN and he breezed into a little town, arriving by bus (and the scene with the virgin on the bus is indelibly etched into my feverish brain) and proceeds to tangle with all the women and girls in the town. If I could find that book, I'd buy it.<BR/>Oh and my word is:congumbr which wounds like the kind of cucumber you'd put in congee...which i believe is chinese soup?<BR/><BR/>Thanks for having me Jeremy! And lovely to meet the Missus!Madeline Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16485601071092171174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-19722816625009684342009-01-28T23:38:00.000-05:002009-01-28T23:38:00.000-05:00Here I am in this beautiful place and my point of ...<I>Here I am in this beautiful place and my point of reference is Disneyland? Oh boy! I'm not nearly as well traveled as I'd like to be, or it appears as I should be, huh?</I><BR/><BR/>That cracked me up!! I have not been to Venice, but I can see myself considering something that way if I had. :) I love Disney World (my childhood vacations as such were at the Florida version).<BR/><BR/>Looking forward to fish tomorrow!<BR/><BR/>Thank you again so much, Jeremy and Helia, for such delightful hosting! Double hugs to you. <BR/><BR/>(My spam word is "credishi." Doesn't that sound somewhat like a kind of mushroom??)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-31172379288335434042009-01-28T20:03:00.000-05:002009-01-28T20:03:00.000-05:00Whew! I've been away from the party, too—shove...Whew! I've been away from the party, too—shoveling prose!<BR/><BR/><I>As I read through the comments I found myself laughing at something Jeremy said and planning to quote it but then continuing on to something else he said that made me laugh out loud</I><BR/><BR/>Aw, thanks, Emerald!<BR/><BR/>Kirsten, any chance of rustling up some of those "big head bob" and "little head larry" drawings?<BR/><BR/>Hi, BadAssKona! Thanks for dropping by—with mushrooms, even!<BR/><BR/>Neve, Craig, and anyone else who's still hungry: There's <I>always</I> more soup! That's why it's called "more soup." (No, that doesn't really make sense ... but the point is, our ladle is your ladle.)Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-19650244633647227652009-01-28T19:40:00.000-05:002009-01-28T19:40:00.000-05:00I feel kind of bad, how I ran in early, ate a bunc...I feel kind of bad, how I ran in early, ate a bunch of delicious soup, then dashed away to fight the ice storm. So I’m back.<BR/><BR/>Um, is there any left? I brought my lucky spoon.<BR/><BR/>With such cool guests, how could I stay away!<BR/><BR/>Like Neve, I was bitten by the porn bug early, a evidenced by my little partial reading list. I was never nuts about Henry Miller either.<BR/><BR/>Jeremy, the Groucho line always works. It’s all in the delivery. You do deliver, right?<BR/><BR/>Helia, my mother (more on her later) once sat me down with a book that explained exactly what sex was. I'm pretty sure that was my "birds and bees" talk. It might have been the same book; it was drier than a brush fire.(Hey, that rhymes.)<BR/><BR/>Donna, you like old advertisements?! You’re too freaking cool! I used to have a collection of old Saturday Evening Posts from the 40’s and 50’s (not sexy, I know,) that were unfortunately lost in a basement flood some years ago. Seems I haven’t been able to hold on to many of my print collectibles. I do wish I still had my ‘60’s and 70’s Playboys. I had the one with Jimmy Carter’s “I have lusted in my heart” interview, which I got long after the rescue mission, among others.<BR/><BR/>Kirsten, I love your family story. Mine was fairly conservative, except for my father. My mother had a business, so she got a PO Box for correspondence. Only problem was, the prior owner had used the box for his “plain brown wrapper” mail. My mother brought a box of his stuff home and opened it, much to her shock, and then threw it out (no, I did not rescue it.) She later said to my dad, “did you see that awful porn that man was getting. He replied, in his usual deadpan, “yes, I read every last bit of it, and it was disgusting.”Craig Sorensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101869420537661374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-34561145695645565812009-01-28T18:55:00.000-05:002009-01-28T18:55:00.000-05:00Hi Donna,You're so clever. :-)When I visited Venic...Hi Donna,<BR/>You're so clever. :-)<BR/><BR/>When I visited Venice in the fall, I kept thinking it reminded me of Disneyland too. It just didn't seem real. Here I am in this beautiful place and my point of reference is Disneyland? Oh boy! I'm not nearly as well traveled as I'd like to be, or it appears as I should be, huh?<BR/><BR/>Roxanne is so excited to have everyone over to her beach bungalow tomorrow night for dinner. <BR/><BR/>Safe travels.Neve Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06106539156218430155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-51136513575574967892009-01-28T17:26:00.000-05:002009-01-28T17:26:00.000-05:00I've never been to South America, except the Disne...I've never been to South America, except the Disney version in "It's A Small World" where the fiesta continues all night and all day. (Yes, my mind is a mess of pop culture detritus!) I can't wait to see what Piscean pleasures you have cooked up for us, Neve!Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13615190390845433428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-55702459505022776492009-01-28T16:31:00.000-05:002009-01-28T16:31:00.000-05:00...just in from shoveling snow for the THIRD time ......just in from shoveling snow for the THIRD time today.... Please tell me there's more soup (fingers crossed and praying to soup Gods). Hell, I'll just eat a magic shroom and hallucinate until I'm warmer.<BR/><BR/>There was no sex talk at the dinner table I grew up at. Nope. My mom's form of Catholic birth control was to say, "no" to my dad. Yikes! Holy, sexual frustration. Is that crazy or what? I don't have children, but if I did, I'd certainly want them to know about sex. Healthy, fulfilling sex. Oh, I've said too much. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that shroom afterall.<BR/><BR/>Now listen everyone, please travel safely tonight and I'll see you tomorrow for fish dinner in South America! ;-)Neve Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06106539156218430155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-83283215769959300712009-01-28T15:59:00.000-05:002009-01-28T15:59:00.000-05:00My recipe takes shaggy manes, (Coprinus comatus). ...My recipe takes shaggy manes, (Coprinus comatus). Cut'em up and boil'em down, leaving some pieces to throw in, later, for texture. Puree the mess, with some added onion. Add some chopped up (and fried/drained) bacon (always a fine addition to ANY event) and add pepper and Half-n-Half. Throw in the extra pieces and heat almost to scalding. Turn it off, and slurp it up!BadAssKonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14711449238877744137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-41188679434107930922009-01-28T14:00:00.000-05:002009-01-28T14:00:00.000-05:00As I read through the comments I found myself laug...As I read through the comments I found myself laughing at something Jeremy said and planning to quote it but then continuing on to something <I>else</I> he said that made me laugh out loud and realizing the first one was probably old news by now, lol. This is the one that really jumped out at me now:<BR/><BR/><I>You know, like, "Mom, what does 'he relished the sensation of flicking lightly at the first woman's clit while pounding his swollen cock in and out of the second woman's ravenous cunt, as the third woman nudged his asshole open with the strap-on' mean?"<BR/><BR/>You see, at that age I'd never run across the word</I> ravenous.<BR/><BR/>LOL!<BR/><BR/>Donna said<BR/><I>"I'm chattering on too much, aren't I?"</I><BR/><BR/>:: Pausing to consider whether I have ever felt anything close to that sentiment about Donna... ::<BR/><BR/>Um, nope.<BR/><BR/>I still haven't seen or read <I>Gone with the Wind</I>, amazingly. I am fascinated by these accounts of early erotic reading. :) <BR/><BR/>I relate to Helia's mention that having a "crush" on someone at a very young age was intermingled with wanting to be like them. I don't know if I ever quite thought of it that way before, but the description definitely seems to ring some bells for me in a vague way. Now I'm trying to think of an example of such a character for me, lol, and am drawing a blank. <BR/><BR/>"while this meal is somehow satisfying, it's also making me somehow ravenous!"<BR/><BR/>Not to worry, six courses left. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-67482344981894309672009-01-28T12:25:00.000-05:002009-01-28T12:25:00.000-05:00Hey Helia and Jeremy--You two are alone in a house...Hey Helia and Jeremy--<BR/><BR/>You two are <I>alone</I> in a house, imprisoned by snow drifts, and you're <I>on the computer</I>? Don't mind us guests, we'll help ourselves to more soup while you two slip off for a "rest"....<BR/><BR/>So, I'm back with more responses, oooh, yes, to this provocative discussion.<BR/><BR/>EllaRegina, I think the very sound of the word "spank" has its own magic power. You don't even have to know what it means! But in honor of our pop culture confessions, I still remember that episode of "Family Affair" where Jody's friend gets spanked and his parents say "it's because we love you." Uncle Bill hasn't ever spanked his charges, being an enlightened guy, but Jody worries that it's because he doesn't really love them. So he misbehaves and Uncle Bill learns why and finally gives him a symbolic spanking to show how much he loves him. Whew, I'll leave you all to conjecture how that plays out in my adult life.<BR/><BR/>Craig, I would certainly peg you as a gentleman who reads <I>Playboy</I> for the articles, and always has, but I read them for the advertisements! That is in my vintage collection from the late 1950s and of course December 1961, the month of my birth. Thank you, ebay, for enabling vintage porn collectors over the globe!<BR/><BR/>And Emerald, I so know what you mean about the visceral effect of really sick, perverted sex stories that we are not supposed to find arousing, lol. Good girl restrictions don't disappear once you break through the first barrier--they lurk like layers of an onion making sure our pleasure is spiced with guilt. But maybe the best thing to do with onions like that is to make some warming mushroom soup?<BR/><BR/>I'm chattering on too much, aren't I? Maybe it's the dual view our hosts are providing, but while this meal is somehow satisfying, it's also making me somehow <I>ravenous</I>!Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13615190390845433428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-66111016751251095472009-01-28T11:49:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:49:00.000-05:00It's so funny, I can remember very clearly finding...It's so funny, I can remember very clearly finding them on the shelf of the library - I can remember the light - I can remember the art on the cover - dark colors, blues and blacks and greens and purples - but I can't remember the title or author (and I don't think it was Alexander - my memory was of a name I couldn't pronounce) - the mystery continues. Though I may check out those books.Erobinticahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03367086200542648795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-67079214480904978582009-01-28T11:37:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:37:00.000-05:00Erobintica, the current covers are terrible--they ...Erobintica, the current covers are terrible--they focus on the high fantasy. Really the books have tons of humor, although the later ones get pretty dark. The 70s covers I was familiar with were more cartoony, but stylized, like these:<BR/>http://www.njyac.org/booklists/images/hp-alexander.jpg<BR/>http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/Wide/9780805061314.jpgHelia Brookeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10751055550314068439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-2455117742326884192009-01-28T11:31:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:31:00.000-05:00Helia,They could be (The Chronicles of Prydain) - ...Helia,<BR/><BR/>They could be (The Chronicles of Prydain) - I googled them and the dates are right. I remember the jacket art which is NOT what shows up now - but that says nothing. <BR/><BR/>Thanks!Erobinticahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03367086200542648795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-66370509532246360352009-01-28T11:27:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:27:00.000-05:00Shanna, any time you want to whingi your way over ...Shanna, any time you want to whingi your way over here, the door is open! (Or maybe I should say "the window"—one probably whingis in through windows, yes?)<BR/><BR/>Same goes for all of you—whingi on over anytime!Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-11470088264987933902009-01-28T11:20:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:20:00.000-05:00Erobintica, I had a crush on Prince Caspian too! A...Erobintica, I had a crush on Prince Caspian too! Although at that age my crushes were part wanting to BE that person (I was tomboyish enough to mostly identify with males). Major crush on the fox Robin Hood (literal fox--Disney 1973 animated version), with his debonair demeanor and Ronald Coleman accent. (and he reminds me of Jeremy, or vice versa!)<BR/><BR/>And could your lost series be the Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander? They are based on Welsh mythology (and just terrific). Characters include Princess Eilonwy and Fflewddur Fflam the bard.<BR/><BR/>Thanks everyone for all the kind words and interesting comments! I remember reading a few Playboys and Penthouses, but I was particularly intrigued by signs indicating how far sexuality interpenetrated (!) the adult everyday world.<BR/><BR/>And though I didn't know what that tingle between my legs was... I knew what sex was very early (8?) thanks to the educational books in the classroom library, whose collection I hoovered up as fast as I could. It was a very clinical and simplistic understanding, though--it took me the longest time to understand how pleasurable sex actually was. The books made it seem like a boring grown-up thing, just the means to the end of making a baby. Like taking out the trash or earning a paycheck. Whereas the nun in the Decameron said "all the other sweets that the world has to offer signify not a jot in comparison of the pleasure that a woman has in connexion with a man." :*)Helia Brookeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10751055550314068439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-9855715197910580822009-01-28T11:18:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:18:00.000-05:00Hi, Donna!Yeah, I remember those "Mom, what does [...Hi, Donna!<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I remember those "Mom, what does [ ] mean?" conversations! You know, like, "Mom, what does 'he relished the sensation of flicking lightly at the first woman's clit while pounding his swollen cock in and out of the second woman's ravenous cunt, as the third woman nudged his asshole open with the strap-on' mean?"<BR/><BR/>You see, at that age I'd never run across the word <I>ravenous</I>.Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-80730856047153917042009-01-28T11:07:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:07:00.000-05:00Hi, Erobintica! We have a snow day, too. So Helia ...Hi, Erobintica! We have a snow day, too. So Helia gets to stay home and do computer-based stuff instead of going to work ... and I get to stay home and do computer-based stuff instead of remaining in the house and cybercommuting. ; )<BR/><BR/><I>One of the first books that I remember reading myself that gave me a thrill was The Secret Garden - oooo, the door in the wall covered in ivy ... shiver!</I><BR/><BR/>I've always thought it was interesting that Nancy Friday's first (?) collection of women's sexual fantasies evoked the "secret garden" image!Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-64472652264385137172009-01-28T11:06:00.001-05:002009-01-28T11:06:00.001-05:00"Euphonia euphoria! Now that's what I call horny."..."Euphonia euphoria! Now that's what I call horny."<BR/><BR/>Classic! Actually, I played the euphonium for a while - and played with a euphonium player for a while as well! I love the embouchures of brass players!Marinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509915991479006592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-11093832334799006592009-01-28T11:06:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:06:00.000-05:00-laughs so hard she chokes on her soup- I don't kn...-laughs so hard she chokes on her soup- <BR/><BR/>I don't know which is better -- the yummy view, the hysterical banter, the delish soup or the witty comments. I'm loving this ... can I come to your house for the next episode? Please? I'll lick the dishes clean...<BR/><BR/>KKBB, s.<BR/><BR/>PS - My 'safe word' is whingi... Hehehe.Shanna Germainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09277611199517242974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-5868938056615253382009-01-28T11:04:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:04:00.000-05:00Oh, I loooove mushroom soup, so earthy and warming...Oh, I loooove mushroom soup, so earthy and warming, with that frisson of danger from the knowledge they are wild. But of course, I trust you, Jeremy and Helia, and trust is true treasure at the heart of every sensual adventure.<BR/><BR/>The wine is delightful and I feel my tongue loosening. These wonderful posts have gotten me all curious and wanting to know MORE, but I'll start off with a little self-exposure (thank you, Helia, for the inspirational view of the valley).<BR/><BR/>The first turn-on I remember (doubtless there were earlier unrecognized ones) is when I read <I>Gone With the Wind</I> at the tender age of eight. I was a precocious reader, but there were a few words I didn't know, so I'd be there on my bed reading and I'd call out to my sister, "what does 'stays' mean?" Then one day Rhett and Scarlet were talking about the Yankees advancing on Atlanta, and I screamed out, "Hey, Ann, what does 'rape' mean?" She shushed me immediately and told me to ask my mother, although I'd already had "the talk" because of dirty word carved on the back of a seat on the schoolbus.<BR/><BR/>But while I was waiting for my mother to come home from work for the explanation, I was all tingly and curious. Scarlet was afraid the Yankees would "rape" her and Rhett assured her they'd want to, but probably wouldn't, with that sort of debonair way that let even an eight-year-old know that he wanted to rape Scarlet himself and, well, whatever that was, she'd probably enjoy it.<BR/><BR/>Not too much later, Scarlet's "bosom" was groped by one of the nasty Carpetbaggers in Shantytown, and the image of that male hand fumbling around in my bodice was definitely my first fantasy turn on.<BR/><BR/>Whew, I'm feeling pretty earthy after all that. Mind if I have another glass of Fishnet Creek? I'm so glad I wore my fishnet thigh-hi's for the occasion!Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13615190390845433428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-7621650927936697912009-01-28T11:00:00.000-05:002009-01-28T11:00:00.000-05:00I'm having trouble remembering what substantive se...I'm having trouble remembering what substantive sex scenes in literature first grabbed me, and when. From a pretty early age, I was titillated by the idea of naked women, and by nonexplicit sexual episodes in things like the <I>M*A*S*H</I> books, and maybe science-fiction and suspense novels. I definitely got a thrill from the idea of people getting undressed and hopping into the sack, but I don't remember when I made the transition to relishing more detailed sex scenes. I think the first explicit reading I did was when a friend found his mom's copy of <I>The Happy Hooker,</I> and shared some of the "good bits" with me. I remember feeling smugly grown-up and appealingly transgressive about sneaking looks at the book, but I don't think I was actually turned on in any sincere way. At that stage, I guess I just liked the <I>idea</I> of being hip to sex. It's funny, because I was sort of an "early bloomer" in terms of hanging out with girls, hugging and kissing and having "girlfriends" ... but in all of this—from the girlfriends to the light sex scenes in books—I think my interest in sexuality, per se, was pretty superficial until I was practically an adult.Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-51167907953479584792009-01-28T10:52:00.000-05:002009-01-28T10:52:00.000-05:00Mind if I skinny dip in a bowl of warm soup? Sippi...Mind if I skinny dip in a bowl of warm soup? Sipping wine of course.<BR/><BR/>We have 4 inches of snow already this morning - but I did get to sleep in and not have to go to my normal Wed. morning gig. <BR/><BR/>The soup smells delish and just the thing today! J & H, you are the host and hostess with the most and mostess!<BR/><BR/>And what arousing conversation! I loved EllaRegina's statement "I firmly believe perverts are born, not made."<BR/><BR/>As I let my memory wander far far far far far back, wait, even farther...<BR/><BR/>I loved fairy tales (oops, slipped and wrote tails at first, tehe), especially the darker ones - for some reason that trail of bread crumbs gave me a tingle.<BR/><BR/>One of the first books that I remember reading myself that gave me a thrill was <I>The Secret Garden</I> - oooo, the door in the wall covered in ivy ... shiver!<BR/><BR/>And does it solidify my perverthood to admit that I found many of the poems in <I>A Child's Garden of Verses</I> to be a turn on? Looking through my well-worn edition - ah, The Swing of course, My Bed Is A Boat, oh, I better stop here.<BR/><BR/>I had a serious crush on Prince Caspian, having read <I>The Voyage of the Dawn Treader</I> first. <BR/><BR/>Also there was a series of books that I've never been able to remember the name of - I checked them out of the library in the late 1960's (yeah) and they were Welsh - the names and place names were wonderful and the stories - retold Welsh fairytales? - were very erotic to my adolescent mind.<BR/><BR/>And yeah, there were the Playboys and Penthouses and even my mom's Playgirl - as well as other books she read that I snuck and read the "good parts" over and over again.<BR/><BR/>Anyone else here of an age to remember passing around (this was in early years of high school) the book <I>Coffee, Tea or Me?,</I> and <I>The Godfather</I>?<BR/><BR/>Well, I think I'll stop blabbering now and see what other wonderful comments have shown up while I've been busy reminiscing.Erobinticahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03367086200542648795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619565597284481638.post-38632389924748829962009-01-28T10:43:00.000-05:002009-01-28T10:43:00.000-05:00EllaRegina said:[Insert wolf whistle for Helia's p...EllaRegina said:<BR/><I>[Insert wolf whistle for Helia's plunging valley here.]</I><BR/><BR/>Don't look now, Helia, but there's a wolf in your fold!<BR/><BR/>Emerald said:<BR/><I>But she gave me the magazine, and I kept it around for about 10 years because a couple of those stories really seemed to get me every time. :)</I><BR/><BR/>And don't you find that good porn, like good wine, improves with age?<BR/><BR/>Heidi said:<BR/><I>Then, of course I moved on to the Hustler Letters under my brother's bed.</I><BR/><BR/>Did you actually read them under the bed, too?<BR/><BR/>Isabel said:<BR/><I>I'll try it with our porcini which we always run past the local experts</I><BR/><BR/>I think I've heard about this—the famous Porcini 5k!<BR/><BR/>Nikki said:<BR/><I>Lots of earthy shagging, as far as I can remember. And swimming pools, strangely.</I><BR/><BR/>Sounds like a good combination! You get all earthy, rolling around on the ground, and then you have some nice, clean aquatic sex!<BR/><BR/>Craig said:<BR/><I>I like to think of it as a rescue mission.</I><BR/><BR/>Not only that ... just think of all the work you were sparing the recycling crew. What a good doobie!<BR/><BR/>Kirsten said:<BR/><I>I was supposed to be taking a nap at my grandparent's house when I found my grandpa's Hustler.</I><BR/><BR/>You see—naps <I>are</I> good for you!<BR/><BR/>Maxie said:<BR/><I>Jeremy, you look smashing.</I><BR/><BR/>[Blushes; spills more wine.] Thanks! : )<BR/><BR/>Neve said:<BR/><I> I was in the library wearing some sports related outfit and it was if a light was turned on inside me.</I><BR/><BR/>Ms. Neve. In the library. With a ... flashlight?<BR/><BR/>Marina said:<BR/><I>I sat in the back of the bus with the boys in the low brass section and read their Playboy and Hustler mags.</I><BR/><BR/>Euphonia euphoria! Now that's what I call horny.Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.com