Woody Allen once said that sex was the most fun he'd ever had without laughing. But laughing and sex are not mutually exclusive. Horniness brings on undignified behaviour, and it is all the more fun if we are in on the joke. This blog is a celebration of the funny side of sex and the sexy side of humour. As an author of erotic stories I like to show that sex is more fun when it is playful and silly.
Lesbians don't come any funnier or more musically versatile than Amy Turner and Kathryn Lounsbery, known collectively as That's What She Said Show. They use a broad range of musical styles to poke fun at New Age lesbian cliches. They began performing their live show in 2007 and Lounsbery has said :"To be honest, our audiences really haven't been lesbians. It happens to be about lesbians, but the themes are universal." Their first album, called Girl-On-Girl Music, came out in 2009.
Lesbian Cliche Song
Fanny Pack Lover
A laidback jazz song about a girl who keeps everything in her fanny pack.
Hey, you, listening to this recording, imagine these fingers tickling your overies...
Mixed Tape
What better way to express love for one's same sex love object than with a mixed tape? The song incorporates snatches of some of the most obvious songs to include on one.
Why Is My Right Wrong (A Response to Prop 8)
A lush catchy ballad that finds the ladies in more serious mood as they respond to intolerance towards the concept of same sex marriage.
First Date
A parody of Gilbert & Sullivan in the form of an extract from the operetta H.M. Lez Pinafore dealing with the subject of internet dating.
Lady Crust
A feminist anthem about the crustiness that unites women of substance from Helen of Troy to Peppermint Patty.
Country Clam
An old fashioned country song.
I sure loved her and I thought she loved me
But with my beer-goggles on I guess I couldn't see
She put the I in kitty but our love was such a pity
Cause you can't spell pussy without us
Drink Her In
A sweet sad torch song about romantic regret.
Beavers
A rallying cry for lesbians everywhere.
Come on beavers build your dam
Make it dental or other
There's not much time
Grab your sister not your brother
Come on beavers build your dam
Take your sister's hand
Together we will forge the way
To a brand new flannel land
Can't you hear the cry
"Look out behind ya!
There's a vagina!"
I said, "Look out behind ya!
There's a pretty little lady vagina."
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Once a long time ago there was a guy named Winnie the Pooh
Who stood for all things innocent and pure
But there is a new girl on the horizon
With "poo" in her name but it ends with "tang"
Poontang! She eats the honey right out of the jar
Poontang! She gets lots of tail down at the bar
U-Haul Rap
The most popular joke about lesbians becomes a raunchy butt-shaking rap song.
The word "boob" has three meanings in English - 1. the mammary gland 2. a mistake 3. a stupid person. This is strange as boobs (taking the first definition), are the direct opposite of a mistake or something stupid. They are perfectly formed to feed the next generation and they are also perfectly formed to inspire the act that leads to that next generation. If there were anything which could perfectly symbolise everything that is comforting and pleasurable in life it would be the boob.
So here is my first instalment in what may be an endless series of tributes to the wonder of boobs.
Vanessa's Island
Here is a short extract from my novel Vanessa's Island, which I'm hoping to publish shortly as an ebook :
"If you can catch me, you can strip me," she explained. "And when you've stripped me, I'll give you that boob-job I promised you the other day." With that she ran out the door and down to the beach. I wasn't far behind.
There is something about a little competition that adds spice to sex. Everyone knows where that game of Strip Poker is going to end up, but the process is exciting in itself. After all anticipation is most of the fun in any pleasurable activity, and sex is no different.
I knew that eventually Vanessa's soft white breasts would be stroking my hard cock, but would it happen within the first ten minutes or would it take until sundown.
In the end it was nearly sundown, when Vanessa took pity on me and ended our game of chasy by accidentally on purpose tripping herself up and falling lengthways in the sand.
"What are you doing?" she cried, as I rolled her over and unbuttoned her jeans.
"I'm taking your clothes off," I explained. "I want to see your boobs, your bottom and your hairy, pink-lipped pussy."
"But you can't do that," she protested. "I mean I like you and everything, but no man has ever seen me naked."
"I'm pulling down the zip of your jeans, my fingers are only millimetres from your hairy pussy," I said, drawing out the drama. "Soon I will see it all."
"Oh, David, this is so embarrassing," Vanessa whimpered as I dragged her jeans down her long legs.
"Nice panties," I said, leeringly.
"Thank you," she said, pathetically, "but please let me keep them on." She held them up tight on either side appearing not to notice that this allowed pubes to poke out on either side of the tightly stretched and steadily dampening gusset.
While her hands were holding up the edges I lay the side of my face on her tummy and lifted the front of her panties so that I could see the forest of red pubes inside.
"David, stop looking down my panties," she protested clapping her hands over them.
In a flash I grabbed them by the edges and yanked them down her legs and off over her feet. Her hands were still covering her pussy and her legs clamped together tightly.
"Are you sure you don't want to show David your pussy?" I asked. "I don't think you're as innocent as you pretend. I don't think your hands are between your legs to stop me from seeing your pussy. I think naughty Nessa is playing with herself again. Let me count your fingers. Thumb, two, three, four, five. One hand. Lift it off. Second hand. Thumb, two, three, four. Where is Nessa's other finger."
"In her pussy, diddling with her clit," she confessed spreading her legs wide apart. "Mind if I finish myself off while we catch our breath."
"You know I can never get enough of watching you play with yourself," I said. "It's almost as much fun for me as it is for you."
"It couldn't possibly be," Vanessa moaned, rolling her eyes to comic effect. "I'm just thinking about the lovely slow boob job I'm about to give you. I love giving boob jobs, especially if I get to give a little lick on the up stroke." She licked her upper lip suggestively.
"Lick what?" I asked with mock innocence.
"The tip of your stiff cock, you wanker," she spat out, her face twisted in orgasm.
"Wow, that was good," she sighed pulling her t-shirt over her head. "So, David, is your dick ready to go to Heaven."
"You bet," I replied enthusiastically.
"All right," she said, placing her hand in the middle of my chest and pushing me gently down onto the sand. "Just lay back and relax and enjoy."
She cupped one of her magnificent breasts in each hand and pushed them together while giving me a warm-hearted cheeky smile.
"Look good?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," I sighed.
Slowly she released her breasts and let them swing free as she lowered them onto my crotch. I felt the soft warmth engulf my stiff dick. Then she gathered them in her hands again and pushed them together around me. Her skin felt incredibly soft as it caressed my sensitive hardness. Slowly she began to move up and down. When my cock reached the level of her chin, she stuck out her tongue cheekily and licked the end of it.
Then she began to sing softly:
"Rock-a-bye David between Nessa's boobs,
Her boobs are so soft, your dick is so hard,
If she licks you again, your dick it will spurt,
Covering Nessie, boobies and all"
This little nursery rhyme proved prophetic enough. No sooner had her tongue touched the end of my cock once more that I coated it prolifically with spurt after spurt of my hot cum.
"Am I good or what?" she asked, after wiping the excess jism off of her lips with the back of her hand.
"Wow," I sighed.
Booby Star No. 1 - Jennifer Tilly
This is my first in a series of profiles on sexy women with notable boobs. I'll include stars of the movies - mainstream, exploitation and porn - as well as website girls, and maybe some celebrities in other fields of endeavour. While boobs of all sizes are sexy, as long as they are natural (boobs that don't change shape when a woman removes her bra or have scars on them reminiscent of a Frankenstein movie are kind of scary), the natural tendency when writing about women's boobs is to concentrate on the larger ones. Nobody writes books about the world's shortest, easiest to climb, mountains do they?
Jennifer Tilly was born Jennifer E. Chan on 16 September 1958 in Harbor City, California. She is known for her voluptuous figure, her squeaky voice and her talent as both a serious and comic actor.
Films to check out :
Bound (1996)
A crime thriller by the Wachowski brothers who would become famous with their next movie The Matrix (1999). In this film she has some very hot lesbian scenes with Gina Gershon.
Dancing at the Blue Iguana (2000)
In this under-appreciated drama about strippers, directed and co-written by Michael Radford (Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984)), Jennifer (along with co-stars Daryl Hannah and Sandra Oh) performs several striptease routines, though the highlight of the movie is her heated response to an expectant mother who tells her off for smoking in the waiting room when she is waiting to see the doctor about getting an abortion :
You think you're the only person with reproductive organs. I'm gonna have this fucking baby. I'm gonna have this baby and my baby is gonna sell drugs to your baby on the playground. Do you know that? You fucking bitch.
Seed of Chucky (2004)
In 1998 Jennifer played the killer doll Tiffany, Chucky's girlfriend, in Bride of Chucky (1998). She returned to that roll in the sequel Seed of Chucky, but this time she was also playing herself in a self-referential horror comedy reminiscent of Wes Craven's New Nightmare (1994). With John Waters cameoing as a paparazzo, a title sequence involving an animated cum shot and Jennifer showing great good humour by allowing herself to be the butt (and what a cute butt it is!) of many fat jokes, this movie is loads of fun.
Boob Book No. 1
Devon Cream by Aishling Morgan
Aishling Morgan is a very prolific author of playfully perverse erotic novels. Devon Cream is the tale of Octavia Challacombe and her corruption by the wicked Maray family. The action centres around the recruiting of busty maidens to offer up their udders in a human milk dairy. It was the first of a trilogy - the other two titles being Peaches and Cream and Cream Tease.
Prices for the original paperback of this book at Amazon dealers range from $52.49 to $688.88 (for a water-damaged copy!!!!!). I wish I'd kept mine. But the good news is that it is available in Kindle form for a more reasonable $7.30.
Nobody makes fun of the ridiculous obsessive side of sex like John Waters. Whether using rosary beads as a sex aid (Multiple Maniacs), sucking each others toes in gender inappropriate underwear (Pink Flamingos), rubbing themselves with a fish as an erotic act (Female Trouble), sticking their breasts through glory holes in a toilet wall (Desperate Living), fetishistically stomping on women's feet (Polyester), masturbating to a Chesty Morgan movie (Serial Mom), letting a gerbil go up their butt (Cecil B. Demented) or picking up a water bottle with their "cooter" (A Dirty Shame), the characters in John Waters movies engage in some of the most hilariously ridiculous sex acts committed to celluloid. His films are not erotic, but they end up coming off as celebrations of sexuality all the same. And they are very, very funny.
Waters is also a music fan. He collects obscure R & B and novelty songs and often uses them in his movies. He has also put out two compilation albums - A John Waters Christmas and A Date With John Waters.
A lot of the songs from John Waters movies have video clips, mostly fan made, on YouTube, so just for the fun of it I thought I'd put up video soundtracks to some of his movies, beginning with his most notorious Pink Flamingos (1972), which made a household name of Divine. It tells the story of Divine (a murderer living under the alias of Babs Johnson in a trailer park outside Baltimore). She lives with her "travelling companion" Cotton (Mary Vivien Pearce), her senile egg-obsessed mother Edie (Edith Massey) and her sexually perverse son Crackers (Danny Mills). Divine has been labelled "the filthiest person alive". But a local couple - Connie (Mink Stole) and Raymond (David Lochary) Marble - who kidnap hippy girls, have their butler rape them and then sell the babies produced to lesbian couples, reinvesting the money in sex shops and elementary school heroin rings - decide that they are filthier than Divine and challenge her to a filth-off by mailing her a year old turd.
Pink Flamingos is perhaps the world's most notorious gross out movie. Many people can't watch it. But for me its gleefully transgressive nature makes it a real feel good movie.
The Swag by Link Wray and the Wraymen
This infectious rockabilly instrumental plays over the opening titles as we see Divine's trailer for the first time with the titular birds stand in front of it.
Intoxica by The Centurions (as covered by The Vulcanos)
A surf instrumental which accompanies Divine driving into Baltimore, nearly running down a jogger and making fun of a hitchhiking soldier.
Jim Dandy by Laverne Baker
An instrumental break from this classic R & B song plays as Divine arrives in Baltimore for her shopping trip.
I'm Not a Juvenile Delinquent by Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers
Video no longer available
This song plays as Divine is shopping for meat and getting checked out by a pervert with a packet of hotdogs.
The Girl Can't Help It by Little Richard
This classic rock 'n' roll song by Little Richard, which was the title song of one of Water's favourite movies, accompanies Divine parading down a street in central Baltimore to the obvious astonishment of local residents who didn't know a movie was being made. Waters' new book Role Models contains an interview he did with Little Richard.
Ooh! Look-A There, Ain't She Pretty by Bill Haley & The Comets
This song accompanies Raymond Marble exposing himself to women in the park with a sausage tied to his penis.
Chicken Grabber by the Nitehawks
As Raymond's victims run away we hear this strange song.
Sixteen Candles by the Crests
Video no longer available.
In the original version of Pink Flamingos, this doo-wop song accompanied the mailing of the turd. For legal reasons it could not be used in the 25 Anniversary re-release, so it was replaced with...
Happy, Happy Birthday Baby by The Tune Weavers
Video no longer available.
Pink Champagne by the Tyrones
The wild birthday party scene is scored with this infectious tune.
Surfin' Bird by The Trashmen
During the party a man strips naked and flexes his asshole to the tune of this novelty classic.
Riot in Cellblock #9 by The Robins (as sung by Richard Berry)
The instrumental break from the original recording of this song, by the Robins (who would go on to become The Coasters), accompanies the police raid on Divine's birthday party.
How Much is That Doggie in the Window? by Patti Page
This cute classic provides counterpoint to the notorious scene in which Divine indulges in some impromptu dog do dining.
The Hills Have Thighs (2009)
Here is a trailer for a film which looks like it has a great bad taste sense of humour not a million miles away from that found in Waters movies. I can't wait to check it out :
