Erotica Contest!

A quick note: I'm co-judging a (written) erotica contest over at Shay's. The details and specs are all over there, so take a look! There's a prize package and everything! Exclamation point!

Division of Labour

As most of you, the teeming throngs* of my readers, already know, I also blog every now and then over at The Sex Carnival, and sometimes I have trouble figuring out what should go here and what should go there, and whether I should crosspost. Is that shameless self-promotion? If so, is there anything wrong with that? And what do readers here want to see vs. readers there?

Anyway, I wrote a little something about a South American sex-based reality television show that probably takes things a step beyond what it ought over there, but some of you may want to read about it. The article itself is SFW, but the banner ads on that site tend not to be, so caveat lector.

* Where a throng roughly equals a dozen.

Two Items Gleaned From The NY Post

1) It's a very slow news day.

2) Every day, Jenna Jameson moves closer and closer to resembling a poorly-crafted inflatable sex doll of version of herself.

But Would Fabio Pose For The Cover?

Oh man. While justly lionized for his defining work, the famous Life of Johnson, some of Boswell's earlier writing was strictly third-rate romance novel stuff. A first-person account of his tryst with an actress, written in a letter to a university chum:

I came softly into the room, and in a sweet delirium slipped into bed and was immediately clasped in her snowy arms and pressed to her milk-white busom. ... In a moment I felt myself animated with the strongest powers of love, and, from my dearest creature's kindness, had a most luscious feast. Proud of my godlike vigor, I soon resumed the noble game. ... Sobriety had preserved me from effeminacy and weakness, and my bounding blood beat quickly and high alarms. A more voluptuous night I never enjoyed. Five times was I fairly lost in supreme rapture. Louisa was madly fond of me; she declared I was a prodigy, and asked me if this was not extraordinary in human nature.

It seems our young Bozzie was rather full of himself, hm? Of course, it sounds like by the morning, Louise was a little full of him as well. *rimshot*

But wait, there's more. After coming down with (yet another) case of the clap after this little tryst, his breakup letter with dear Louise was just as remarkable. Here's just a taste:

I have been very bad, but I scorn to upbraid you. I think it below me. If you are not rendered callous by a long course of disguised wickedness, I should think the consideration of your deceit and baseness, your corruption of both body and mind, would be a very severe punishment. Call not that a misfortune which is a consequence of your own unworthiness.

Damn. Just... damn.

Both quotes are from Boswell's London Journal, 1762-1763 (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1950).

Plus Ca Change...

I toyed with her. She wondered at my size, and said if I ever took a girl's maidenhead, I would make her squeak.

The pillow talk, it never changes.

From Boswell's London Journal, 1762-1763 (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1950). Yes, that Boswell.