Vanilla Flavours
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Posted by Haron on 09 May 2006 | Tagged as: Vanilla Flavours
Abel is reading a travel book about Iran and emailing me quotes. The following conversation ensues.
From: Abel
To: Haron
“The Pleasure House stood nearby; its walls and ceilings were made of mirrors, and in its centre was a sunken chamber, down whose sloping sides the Shah would slide, and frolic naked with fifty of his favourites.”
From: Haron
To: Abel
1. Fifty?
2. How did he get out?
From: Abel
To: Haron
-------1. You don’t think 50 is enough?
2. Floated, I should imagine.
Posted by Abel on 06 Apr 2006 | Tagged as: Vanilla Flavours
OK, so this isn’t spanking-related, but there was just the right implied degree of consensual non-consensuality for me to enjoy it – and it’s very funny anyway!
Just catching up on the remainder of last Sunday’s newspapers. (Yes, I know it’s Thursday; it’s been a busy week). And there’s a lovely anecdote by Christa D’Souza in the Sunday Times. She’s picturing about a forthcoming holiday with her husband – their first without their kids: “Hmmm, here we are, in a room with a big bed and a mini-bar full of chilled champagne and prettily packed condoms.”
She was talking about this to a girlfriend, who explained: “Oh God, and I bet he’ll bring one of those rabbit things too.”
Cue husband re-appearing, wine glass in hand: “Rabbit? Forget rabbit. I’m bringing the whole of Watership Down.”
Lovely comment!
Reminds me of the old childhood joke: “You’ve read the book, heard the song, seen the movie – now eat the pie.” I am just NOT going there by extending this train of thought…
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