Love this little poem from salon.com:
Leena:
Will you let me tie you up? Will you let me whip your butt?
Can I fit you with this ring? Can I bind you in this sling?Me:
I will not let you tie me up, I will not let you whip my butt.
You cannot use your rings or slings.
I’ll not be bound by anything!
I do not like that, can’t you see?
That third degree is not for me.Leena:
I will make you wear this mask, but I will free you if you ask.
You can crawl and kiss my boot. I will force you to stay mute.Me:
No mute, no boot! That’s absolute.
No mask, don’t ask!
What’s wrong with you?
And put away that nipple screw.
I have no taste for shame or pain.
You really are a crazy dame.
Footlocker commercial, via Tasha Lee.
Directing team Honest created a titillating short thriller called “Boob!” which apparently played at SXSW ‘09, amongst other festivals. Featured is a disembodied breast who’s high-tech augmentation goes awry, granting it a life of it’s own. Panic, gore and b-movie fun ensue!
I’m loving the little snippets over at Awkward Erotica.
“Oh,” he starts to say from deep in his throat but she uncrosses her legs and pushes him away at his shoulders: “Don’t just yet,” she asks him. “Hold on a minute.”
They freeze there in shaking silence, as though he has crept into her and does not want her to notice. A hair blows into her face and she slowly reaches to push it away, then a ripple runs through her ribcage and she sneezes hard all over his chest. His body clenches.
“I’m sorry,” he says not many seconds later.
“No, it’s fine. It’s my fault.”