or, the Scandalous Musings of an Otherwise Respectable Man. A sex blog of deviant romance, horny escapades, misadventures in dating, unrequited love, poetic voyeurism, advice from a kinky male perspective, sexual politics, sybaritic hedonism, adult comics, blowjobs, fucking, spanking, wine, and other shameless decadence in praise to Aphrodite and Her delicious daughters. So there. © 2005-2012
Yes, I can see it now...Attila the Hun reclining in his yurt, a jug of fermented goat's milk simmering on the rugs, the whinnies of horses outside intermingling with the cries of a thousand war-slaves being subjected to all manner of labours in camp.And there, Attila tugs the slave girl over his knees..."Brush up, brush down, swat. Brush up, brush down, swat. Brush up, brush down, swat..."
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