These “nudes with Christmas lights” were all the rage last year.

I haven’t seen nearly as many this time around.

I guess a fad can become a cliche pretty quickly.

Or maybe no one is in the mood.

Happy Solstice!

I have no excuse. I was tired. It was a holiday.

Ten lashes with a wet noodle for me.

Have a dildo tree.

Grow Your Own Dildo Tree

“It’s Up to You” by Gil Elvgren, 1958

I love how the elephant and the donkey are practically flirting.

I shall celebrate with naked ladies!

Witches’ Sabbat in Paris, ca. 1910

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Via Sexy Witch

Let's celebrate with some champagne.

You know what this culture lacks?

A proper sex holiday.

There are a few that come close.  Valentine’s, of course.

However, Valentine’s isn’t really about sex.  It’s about romance.  And, martyrs.

Halloween can be pretty risque, but it is about death and transformation–close, but no cigar (Freudian rimshot, hello.)

Prom night, here in the States.  Which, generally, happens at about the right time for these sorts of things.

Really, the closest thing we’ve got to a holdover sex festival is Easter. Think about that. Easter.  Wherein the tortured, mutilated, dead virgin-God finally ascends. The crowning moment in a religion that totally eschews physicality.  Bunnies laying eggs on Golgotha while inferior women weep below.

That is not sexy.

What we don’t have is something like this.

I was a very good girl last night, and I only drank half a bottle of champagne.

Champagne drinking is a serious endeavor, actually. I am more afraid of champagne than I am of tequila. Champagne is concentrated hangover serum.

So, resolution 1?

Start the New Year without a hangover.

Status: achievement unlocked.

So, my other resolutions?

1. Take this whole porn writing business seriously.  So… finishing the book. Then, I guess… self-publishing the book. Because Amazon isn’t over run with self-published erotica, already.
2. More dirty pictures!
3. Overcome my fear of the stupid evil zapper. We have an electrosex box. It is scary. I makes me nervous. This is one of those things that wasn’t my idea. When you get into conversations about “topping from the bottom,” and whatnot, I am firmly in Camp Slap and Tickle. I do not need to be the subbiest sub to the Domliest Dominastard. But this box? Is all him. I hate the damned thing.  So, of course, it makes him grin.
4. More spankings.  Heh. You can never go wrong with more spankings.
   

   She looks sort of like Amy Adams, doesn't she? Google images isn't giving me a source.