Handbags, Sluts and Monkey Nuts

I am ever so lucky to have had the talented Luke Stott to write another brilliant piece for me!
If you misssed his first post, you can find it here
Don’t forget to check out the links too, you need to check out the cheeky monkeys!

Did you know that a woman’s moan during sex is an evolutionary response designed to entice other males to have sex with her?
And it’s not just women who biology, like a desperate wingman prodding you and pointing at the fitty they know standing at the bar, tells us are a bit easy.

A Gorilla, a Chimpanzee, and Billy, a builder from Surrey, all go to the sexual health clinic. The doctor, having previously trained as a vet, is unperturbed by the Chimpanzee swinging from the lamp shade in the waiting room and the Gorilla munching the magazines. One by one the doctor, let’s call him Doolittle, begs his patients into the office for their physical exam starting with the Gorilla.
By a heavy coincidence Doolittle is fluent in Gorilla so is able to ask all the normal questions including; “oohh ohh oh oh ooh ohh ohh?” which roughly translates as, “How many sexual partners have you had?”
“One.” Says the huge Gorilla before producing a set of drums and banging out a solo of “In The Air Tonight”, “We’re getting married next month and we’re honeymooning in New York
During this anecdote the doctor can’t help but notice that the Gorilla’s testicles are tiny, especially when you compare them to those of the Chimpanzee who comes in next.

The little chimp is extremely well endowed in the testicle department with two tennis balls swinging between his legs. The doctor asks the chimp about his magic number,
“What today?” says the chimp, a hint of cockney in his voice having spent time in the London zoo, a cup of tea in his hand. “Five but I’ve only just had breakfast. I guess I’m in the 100s. I’ve had more fine primate pussy than I’ve had PG Tips. Got to go I’m late for my job as a copywriter. Turrah!”

Finally Doolittle asks the builder from Surrey into his office and asks him to drop his trousers, mainly because he’s the only patient who actually bothered to get dressed that morning. “Can you tell me how many people you have had sexual intercourse with?” The doctor asks after cupping Billy’s balls.
“I’d say around 20 or so mate. The birds can’t get enough!”
Surprisingly Billy big bollocks’ testicular scale is roughly halfway between the Gorillas and the Chimpanzee. The doctor nods sagely to himself as he ponders what this means regarding human promiscuity.

You see Gorillas tend to have very few sexual partners so there’s very little sexual competition; they can afford to mate less often so only need small testicles to produce enough semen for the job. Chimpanzees on the other hand are very promiscuous and a male must take every available opportunity to impregnate a female; therefore he needs huge balls to create copious amounts of monkey spunk.
Billy the builder from Surrey is somewhere between. So whilst we’re not necessarily designed to all have the sexual libido of a rabbit on Viagra that subsists entirely on a diet of Oysters we’re probably not built to be totally monogamous our entire lives either. (Sorry Disney and the GOP!)
We’re sentient beings capable of choosing to ignore our biology in favour of higher level goals or aspirations; but should we bother?

Sex has a whole host of health benefits and is portrayed as the primary concern in our modern existence (well that and shouting at the contestants on The Apprentice that think purple eyeliner is a good idea – it isn’t; you look like you’ve given up sleep for lent whilst simultaneously dating Chris Brown).

I wonder though; might it be that our sexualised media is selling us what we really want but don’t care to admit to in public? Are we living out our sexual cravings through the purchasing of products laced with sexual imagery?

Are we still so repressed that you buy the shoes because you want to screw?
Well if you’re shoe collection is burgeoning on the obscene nature has one more lesson for you; listen to the panda.
Happy ‘Shoe’ shopping.

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Control Me, Because I Said So

Whilst I may be able to post pictures to make you blush, my intelligence is a bit lacking. So I’ve summoned and begged @LukeStott to write a little piece for me. You’ll like it, or I’ll go BDSM on your ass ;)

So when the lovely owner of this blog requested I write something for her on spanking (she’s a bit kinky that one) I was stumped for a bit.

For many spanking, or any form of sado-masochism, is about as welcome as an invitation to give the Queen a vajazzling but for most there is at least a slight sense of curiosity on the subject (like what the queen getting a vajazzling actually looks like). It’s what makes us human (that is to say curiosity – NOT vajazzling!)

So why the turn on for something that inherently causes pain to somebody you at the least want to be intimate with and at the most are in love with? What is it about an act that many of us experienced as a child when we’d misbehaved? (oh let’s not take the Freudian route here)

Is it its taboo reputation? A secret shared between people; whispered in dark corners of polite society? Well no. Not anymore anyway. Sex is (and quite rightfully) the cornerstone of the world we live in. People use it to flog bottles of perfume, or cars, or even raise awareness of veganism. It’s everywhere and that includes the harder stuff too; head off to the cinema right now and watch A Dangerous Method and you can see Michael Fassbender give Keira Knightley some very crimson cheeks. (two mentions of Freud in a few paragraphs – this cannot be a good thing!)

So S&M is hardly that much of a taboo anymore? Well I mean it is – having your gran find a whip or a full length PVC costume complete with apple gag might make for a particularly interesting conversation, but it’s no longer grounds for a social ostracising.

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Don’t you just want to chain him up? ;)

Whilst common sense on this is outstripping redundant law the curiosity and the predilection still remain. So here’s what I think it’s all about: Power.

Generally (and yes there are lots of exceptions which is why it’s a generalisation) people think power relationships are easy: guys enjoy being in control and girls enjoy being dominated. Now I’m struggling to think of a better demonstration of power than taking a girl over your knee and spanking her as unfortunately huge parades of tanks, missiles, and soldiers just don’t do it for most girls. (If only someone had told Joseph Stalin we might have avoided the Cold War…)

But paradoxically a confident girl who likes to be in control is sexier than a Ferrari driven by 4 playboy bunnies dressed in money to those blessed with a Y chromosome. Which makes me think that women don’t want to be dominated; it’s deeper than that. Instead they allow themselves to be dominated and thus never resign control. They can always say stop or give instructions. So in essence you’re left with a girl who is full of sexual confidence, in complete control, and allowing the man to spank her.

Now isn’t that a sexy thought?

We might not all have a penchant for S&M but we all definitely have a fetish for power.

Enjoy.

So, did you like that? I bet you still have the mental image of the Queen getting a Vajazzle. I can imagine Amy giving her one. A Vajazzle that is. Calm down.
Luke gets around a bit, in a nice way I mean, he’s here too talking about those things you lose keys money socks Virginity

Thank You Mr Stott… I’ll let you spank me later ;)