Friday, March 27, 2009

Happy Fishnet Friday - German Sex Bomb Edition


At Least Not In English

Josephine Foster - "Nähe des Geliebten" My goodness, I must say you have very fine manners! You have such fine manners, the way you curtsied just under waistline and smiled upwards towards the lights, I've never seen such pleasant behaviour! You removed your shoes and left them hanging to dry, you crept snake-like across the floor to the chair and sat knees at a square right angle, how kind. You've kept your singing voice practiced and moist, what care! You eat nothing outside the proper colour spectrum, and drink nothing less viscous than peanut butter, you certainly have done your homework. You've even taken the care to carve the names of all the members of the visited household on the fleshy part of your belly. And such penmanship with that pen knife! Cared enough even to learn the dimensions of the house in advance so you could navigate to and from the bathroom and bedroom eyes closed and without hands rudely outstretched...





"Isn't this a pretty pussy?"

"Yes, yes, ummm... hummm..." agrees the appreciative S/M audience.

Ms. B. is splayed out naked on a medical table before them at tonight's Dungeon Fest demonstration.

"I believe it's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," the lecturer continues, as she slips on her latex gloves. "Does everyone have a good view?"

The black-clad crowd scoots their chairs forward.

"I'm going to sew her labial lips together now, with a sterilized 16 gauge needle and fishing line -- we're using the largest possible needle, to get the best painfully-ritualistic effect."

Silence descends upon the group as the ambidextrous lecturer, Trish the Tailor, begins to shove the huge needle through the base of Ms. B's left labia.

"AAAAEIEEIAIEIAIE!" Ms. B. screams in hair-raising anguish.

Labial stitching is an intimate medical play fetish that's on the cutting edge of the modern-primitive scene. Women like Ms. B. are requesting that their sensitive snatches be sewn up, so that they can experience the endorphin ecstasy that arrives after excruciating agony.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Albina and Aziza Seize the Day

Happy Fishnet Friday!




Thanks for these lovely finds, Wagga!









Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hot Ass in Fishnets


Emperor X - "A Violent Translation of the Concordia Headscarp".

Will this Cavegirl wear Fishnets?


Do real Cavegirls have Sarah Jessica Parker perms?







And Brazilians?




FIND A LADDER
Herman Düne - "Show Me The Roof".
An old song by Herman Düne, a song about being directed to the roof. There are lots of things you can do on a roof, some good and some bad. But this is a song about the good ones. This song suggests that going to the roof is the best way to cure yourself of the blues. From the roof you can see the whole city; you can sit with your friends and drink beers and there's nothing separating you from the sky. You can toast starlight, clouds, the city below.

You can clink glasses with angels.
David-Ivar sings that he wants to install himself in his lover's brain,
like a huge fucked-up comforting software taking over anything that could make you worry.
But he realises going to the roof can work just as well. Just sit here for a little while. Lean your head on my shoulder.

Friday, March 6, 2009