Readers often make their way to the Naughty Spot via varied wayward search terms.
Some are funny, some are a little scary. Some are just plain ol’ ‘WTF?’ odd.
This one might qualify as all three, but is definitely the funniest I’ve seen in a LONG TIME:
“is there a way to watch lesbians in a shower without a flashdrive”
I recently read an article in Men’s Health magazine that ranked America’s “smuttiest cities.” They weren’t talking about air pollution and soot, either. They meant smutty in the best way possible: porn viewing habits.
The magazine used several methods to come up with this list, including rate of internet porn searches via Google, number of adult toy stores per city, and number of porn DVD’s purchased, rented, or movies streamed through certain providers. I was not surprised to read that Orlando ranked #1 on this list. Vacationing parents and conventioneers like to get a little cray-zee when 
out of town, apparently.
What I did find extremely interesting, though, was a side note. Eight of the cities on the list (remember, these are big porn-watching and porn-searching communities) had their access restricted from the porn-streaming company used for the research. Apparently these 8 cities, (including Jacksonville, Florida and Cincinnati, Ohio) fall in the no-stream category. Some companies put this restriction in place to avoid “being charged with violating community standards.” Seriously?! Has anyone been to Jacksonville or Cincinnati lately? Who says those cities have standards?
So if you live in or are traveling to one of these cities, make sure you BYOPd (bring your own porn dvds). Or make your own, of course!
Did you read about the couple who got busted in the middle of a blow job at a Cirque du Soleil show in California? I read this and get a little nostalgic for that “OMG, Whitman, I just can’t go another minute without your cock in my mouth!” feeling. Ahhh, new love. Explosive lust. Oh, wait…I still have that feeling quite often, so it’s not really nostalgia, I just miss Whitman. And his cock. He’s out of town, and I DO wish he would get home so we can discuss this public blow job scandal further. (Neither of us leans too much towards public sex, so I don’t see us recreating this scene any time soon.)
Reading this story does lead me to a couple of thoughts:
Lunch at my desk today. (Always a bad idea.)
I’m wearing a new dress. It’s cute, it’s summery, it’s blue. It now has spaghetti sauce on it.
SexFairy: Just splashed red sauce on my blue dress. :( and grrr at myself.
Whitman: that dress is begging to be stained, isn’t it, Miss Lewinsky?
SexFairy: I can think of better ways than pasta to stain this dress, Mr. President!
I haven’t had sex (with another person) in almost three weeks now. I’ve gone for way longer periods of time without sex (weeks, months, a year). Who hasn’t, right?
This time is different, though. I’ve had surgery on my labia, which left a few stitches in and around my vagina. There are also a couple of stitches in and around my clitoral hood. I told Whitman that when we do finally have sex, it will be like I’ve been REVIRGINIZED!!
The title says it all. There are lots of ways to explain it, but basically today is “Guys’ Valentines Day” – all they need is a steak and a blowjob. Let’s do our part, ladies and give them what they want!
Happy Steak and BJ Day!
I always have my nails professionally manicured. Always. This week (the week of labiaplasty) is no different. Today’s schedule: Pre-op at the doctor’s office, pre-op at the surgery center, then NAILS!
I arrived at the salon, planning to pick a pink polish, in honor of my pink, pink pussy and the Pussy Prettification Project. I picked the newest pink in the place, which was on full display at the front counter as part of the OPI Holland Collection.
Kiss My Two Lips Goodbye
Imagine my amusement when I learned the name of this lovely pink shade:
“Kiss Me On My Tulips”
…and on that note…
Kiss these two lips goodbye!!
My Dearest Whitman,
Remember the days not so long ago when we chatted online and dreamt of one day living together? I said something like, “I can’t wait until the day we can go home after a day at work and we can drink, have kinky sex, and make fun of Republicans.”
Well, here we are, livin’ the dream, baby!
Love,
Sex Fairy
Is it just me, or is this TOTALLY and UTTERLY wrong?
I was texting a friend about a gift I’s recently ordered for her. I asked if she had received any packages from me, or really, packages from an “Etsy stranger.”
Except my PHONE, once again, decided to make that phrase better for me. What she saw was me asking if she’s received anything from an EASY STRANGER. I corrected myself, but she thought “easy stranger” sounded better. I had to agree, and decided that might be my Halloween costume this year! I’ve certainly had plenty of practice at it.
I have to wonder if this was a Droidian slip or Freudian slip?? Whitman has been traveling without me, and while I never doubt his love for me, I do know how much he loves variety. That’s just what he needs…and easy stranger!