hunting – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Frankly, Mistress, spank me

The title of course, yet another attempt to gain a veneer of artistic respectability by quoting someone with talent, in this case The Smiths.

The song speaks to me, though, and especially this line:
I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry

No poetry today, you’ll be pleased to hear. Onward, with feeling:

I’m not sure what this caption is on about, to be honest. All lesbian couples look like this, don’t they? It must be true – the Internet sez so.

Keeps you fit. Very good for your health. Until she reaches five, anyway.

One day I’ll meet someone who appreciates me just for what I am – a pathetic, desperate and unattractive loser who’ll willingly hand over cash for a brief moment of pretence that I am otherwise.

The lovely Princess Kali, being lovely as ever.

Just another attempt to make some positive use of the flood of male-dom pictures swirling around and polluting our beloved Internet.

Beneath her gaze

…it’s where I like to be.

(I’ve made a small change to the blog, making it wider (less blank space on the left, more room for larger pictures. It works on my computer and on IE, but let me know if it doesn’t work for you. I’ve made the pictures larger in a few of the posts below, and of course for all future ones, but I’m not going to go back over older posts, so in some of them the pictures look a bit small and lonely. Still, you can’t have everything, as I am reminded on a daily basis.)

So, now you know. Don’t pout after a beating. Oh – and no smug little smiles either, you know how she hates that. Just try to keep those rules in mind.

As if it wasn’t already embarassing enough being the only man at a lesbian wedding.

Try to think calm thoughts. Getting all panicky and upset at the thought of imminent brain damage or death just doesn’t help anyone, OK?

Actually, she’s going to hang it from the same rack as the tawse, the paddle and the cane anyway, so there’s a bit of a clue right there.

Of course, the dogs are trained just to restrain the quarry, not to hurt him. They seize his trouser legs hard, and they hold on until the ladies arrive at the scene. Only then – and only when given the word – will they go for his throat.