Saturday, October 31, 2009

Scientists discover how fathers improve brain development of children

Story from the Wall Street Journal. (H/T Andrew)

Excerpt:

Dr. Braun’s group found that at 21 days, the fatherless animals had less dense dendritic spines compared to animals raised by both parents, though they “caught up” by day 90. However, the length of some types of dendrites was significantly shorter in some parts of the brain, even in adulthood, in fatherless animals.

“It just shows that parents are leaving footprints on the brain of their kids,” says Dr. Braun, 54 years old.

The neuronal differences were observed in a part of the brain called the amygdala, which is related to emotional responses and fear, and the orbitofrontal cortex, or OFC, the brain’s decision-making center.

[...]The balance between these two brain parts is critical to normal emotional and cognitive functioning, according to Dr. Braun. If the OFC isn’t active, the amygdala “goes crazy, like a horse without a rider,” she says. In the case of the fatherless pups, there were fewer dendritic spines in the OFC, while the dendrite trees in the amygdala grew more and longer branches.

A preliminary analysis of the degus’ behavior showed that fatherless animals seemed to have a lack of impulse control, Dr. Braun says. And, when they played with siblings, they engaged in more play-fighting or aggressive behavior.

In a separate study in Dr. Braun’s lab conducted by post-doctoral researcher Joerg Bock, degu pups were removed from their caregivers for one hour a day. Just this small amount of stress leads the pups to exhibit more hyperactive behaviors and less focused attention, compared to those who aren’t separated, Dr. Braun says. They also exhibit changes in their brain.

The basic wiring between the brain regions in the degus is the same as in humans, and the nerve cells are identical in their function. “So on that level we can assume that what happens in the animal’s brain when it’s raised in an impoverished environment … should be very similar to what happens in our children’s brain,” Dr. Braun says.

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the black orchid.....it will eat your shit up

feels better than it looks

Turn to the darkside, actually stick it in the darkside. What we don’t understand is why it’s 5 inches? I mean how are we supposed to bottom out on this thing?

This thing does the trick though. It does wrap around your shit and feels amazing (so we’re told ). Check it out for yourself.

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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Books On My Night Stand...

Taped to my computer is one of my favorite quotes.  It is by the writer Kathleen Norris, and it reads: “Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.”  I couldn’t agree more.  Even though the reading time v. night stand stack ratio is absolutely unrealistic,  knowing they are there makes me happy.   Not counting the many children’s and young adult titles I want to read, the top five books in the “on deck” line are: The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery,  A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore, Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann, In Other Rooms, Other Wonders by Daniyal Mueenuddin and Brunelleschi’s Dome by Ross King.  King’s book will move up the list the closer we get to our March trip to Florence.  This is our first trip to Italy so more Italian books could be finding their way to my night stand.  I’ll keep you posted on my progress and what other books get added to the pile.

Currently reading: Past Imperfect by Julian Fellowes (Oscar-winning writer of Gosford Park)

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500 Sony
malaysia satellite radio
emerging incense
Mine ORE
penguin figurine
body building mat
paddington wallet
johnson amplifier
microwave belt
DSP
Generic Medical Devices
oriental traditional
jersey muscle
ipod base station
plastic mixing machine
odyssey golf bag
Hacksaw Blade
Soft Aluminium
Aluminum Golf Umbrella
aluminum-plastic pipe
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Skincare

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

ahhhh schoolgirls. so nasty and hot :)

dont tell my parents

There’s just something about schoolgirl snatch. Once that hydraulic young pussy clamps tightly around your bareback dick, there’s just no getting out! Like a houseguest that gets too comfortable, your cock just doesn’t want to leave. No matter what you promised about pulling out. No matter what logic dictates. Once your little head starts doing all the thinking, instincts take over and your dumbass dick won’t want to bail till the job is done. Why does it have to feel so damn good?

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Recipe For Ravishment?

The book, “The Five Love Languages,” describes various ways in which human beings express love to one another.  One of those “languages” being acts of service. Cooking for the one you love would quite neatly fall into that particular expression of affection and it ought, by it’s very nature, to spell seduction.  No, really.  It should.

Envision this: The kitchen full of steam, the scent of succulence undulating about the room like a nearly visible presence, A table set with tasteful simple linens, candles aglow. Perhaps the ambiance is enhanced by the strains of subtle music playing, the sort that implies erotic intent.

Can any modern woman resist the idea of a man cooking for her?  He, be-aproned (ok, so it’s not a great word, but you get the idea), mastering this culinary domain and its edible progeny like a contemporary explorer taming the wilds of a previously unexplored territory. Magnificent!

For the sake of our fantasy, ignore the sweat running down his temples and the ever escalating state of agitation which has him firmly in its grip.  So too, must you forgive the occasional expletive uttered in a stifled roar as his tender hand comes into contact with the super heated interior of the oven door, or his devastation when the dog stands on hind legs to lick the joint he has so carefully been basting these many tense egg-timered minutes.  Pretend you have no idea what the dog was licking just moments before her tongue came into contact with that beautifully braised beef. Simply raise your glass of wine, smile sweetly and hike your skirt a tad higher so that the tops of your stockings are just visible.  Laugh throatily as you toss your shining locks with gamine panache. Wink.

By all means, throw up an artful smoke screen of subtle flattery, “Have you been working out? Your pecs look so well defined in that apron” (don’t say a word, I’m talking about cooking here, all the rest is just filler), and lest he allow the mounting panic of multiple dishes and their various nuances to overwhelm him, begin to unbutton your nearly transparent blouse as you innocently ask, “Is there anything I can do?” If you’re unfamiliar with the act, practice the  “girlish titter;” a 1949 edition of “The Family Circle” promised great things could be accomplished through judicious use of the ultra feminine titter.

And remember, there is a fine line in the bachelor kitchen over which you must not step ladies, trust me on this. No matter how sexy you are or think you are, or think your man thinks you are, bear this in mind.  As the meal reaches a crescendo of finely timed perfection (or not), it may be unwise to attempt physical contact with the chef.  Many a delightful romance, not to mention a fastidiously crafted feast, has been destroyed  by the introduction of a prematurely administered feminine hug just as the souffle like substance her man is fussing over comes out of the oven.  Shocking, simply shocking what can transpire amongst previously civilised human beings when one’s bouillabaisse bites the big one!

Focus instead, as you sip your claret or chardonnay, upon the heartfelt sentiment his effort struggles to convey.  See not the heavily perspiring man swearing in Ramsayesque abandon.  No.  See instead your own personal Lothario, intent on your artful seduction, preparing to pamper you with delectable delicacies prepared by his own skilled hand.  Imagine him offering you tender tid bits as you allow your stiletto heel to slip unceremoniously to the floor, your toes sliding with silky ease up his trouser leg.  Envision the coquettish tilt of your own head as his lips draw near.

And should your musings be interrupted by the crash of hot trays hitting the floor, followed by the unmistakable sound of male sobbing, be prepared with both the fire extinguisher and the fire starter.  Few men will be able to resist when you sink gracefully to your stocking clad knees, eyes fixed on his as you say, “Oh, good!  I’m not hungry anyway.  All I really want is to give you a blow job.”

After all, one act of service deserves another.  Don’t you think?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Anonnymous Cuckoldress

I spoke to my cuck about the blog and he loves the fact that I keep a blog and that he can’t read it. I thought that he would prefer to be able to read it, but it might be the allure of the cuckoldress keeping secrets and therefore torturing the cuck, which I know he loves. Any cucks out there have an opinion on that?

He also suggested I keep my face out of the site so I can post some more naughty ones without causing strife for myself, so I’ve gone back and edited all the pictures and you will no longer see my face.

I spoke to a guy from an adult dating site which I actually thought was attractive(which is rare). We are going to organise a get together in Sydney when I move there and see where things go from there, I’m excited! I told my cuck about him today and he got very excited over the possibility of finally finding the first guy to break us into the cuckold lifestyle. I will keep you updated on how it goes.

Meanwhile, I got the disc of final images from a shoot I did in Gosford Somersby Falls. You can see some samples below:

While I was there I also bought some new clothes at Tuggerah shopping centre. I bought a red jacket:

a white top with ruffles on the chest, and a black blouse:

It’s cute because it reminds me of the 18th century clothing, and my cuck loves the clothing from that era. Mainly because Mozart lived in that time and Mozart is his most favourite thing in the world(aside from me – I hope!).

I got my nails all fixed up today so they are looking very pretty. Now they are ready for my photoshoot on friday, tomorrow I’m getting my hair re-dyed and waxed up then I’m ready to go. Not long now, I’m so excited!

I’m planning a trip to Sydney next week to look at some places and hopefully do some shoots while I’m in the area too.

That’s all I’ve got to update today. Until next time.

Sumpai Jumpa Lagi!(Indonesion ‘goodbye’)

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Mom starts to lick

After our first encounter in bed, I let a few days go by before really pushing mom again. I didn’t let her forget that I had established control, however. I would casually play with her tits or her ass from time to time just to remind her that I could do so whenever I wanted. Then one night I decided that I wanted to move to the next phase of our relationship.

We were going to watch some program on TV. I got in my usual spot on the sofa, and she started toward the recliner where she usually sat. I called to her and patted the sofa beside me and told her to sit there. She did. I put my arm around her and pulled her snug up against me and we watched the show like that for a few minutes.

Then I unbuttoned mom’s shirt and slipped my inside and squeezed her left tit. She stiffened a bit but didn’t say anything. Amost immediately the nipple began to harden. I teased the little nub with my palm and my fingers until it was rigid. Mom began to whimper and tremble. I had already learned how sensitive her nipples are, so I knew what was happening, but I wanted her to admit it.

“What’s wrong, mom?” I asked. She stammered a bit and finally admitted that she wanted to come. I stopped playing with her tit and told her that I would do that, but she had to do something for me first. She asked what that was. I stood up and pulled my jeans and panties off. “Lick my pussy,” I said.

Mom blushed so red and said “No, Mel, I can’t. I shouldn’t!” I pinched her nipple hard and twisted. “Do it, and I’ll make you come,” I said. “If not, you’ll have the sorest tits in town and I won’t make you come, either.”

Mom sniffled, but she moved off the sofa and got on her knees between my spread legs. I put my hands on her head and pulled her face to my crotch and told her to start licking.

She told me later it was her first time to do a woman, but she tried, I’ll give her that. I kept pressure on her head and told her when she needed to lick differently. She was awkward, but she kept going until an orgasm hit me. I held her face tight while my juice flowed onto mom’s face. Then I pulled her up, leaned over and kissed her with lots of tongue, tasting myself in her mouth.

Oh, yes … I kept my promise. I fingered her pussy and gave her a nice orgasm — two in fact that evening.

Mom became a much better pussy licker soon, but that was the start for her.

Californication Verities & Balderdash S03E03 (Showtime)

How long will it take Hank to mess things up with Karen? Not very long. Hank’s usual nice disposition doesn’t win him any favorites when he tries to talk his way out of a warning. He just gets arrested.

I enjoyed the whole first series. I enjoyed the second series as well. Even though some critics were against some of the more controversial scenes, I enjoyed them. It paints an interesting picture of the life of Hank Moody and his messed up life. Hank has been a real asshole in the past, but at the end of it all he’s a good man. If you thought that the second season was going to be any less controversial, think again. This time, it’s mouth rape. The third season starts smoothly enough.

Warning: Spoilers ahead and strong language.

* * * * *

Hank is a college teacher. That’s a strong word. He’s just trying to make some money. He’s got trouble at home with Becca. Runkle is still trying to patch things up with his ex, but he comes across the fact that she likes rape fantasies. He tries to do one himself. It doesn’t work out. He’s moved back into his house.

Kathleen Turner looks really bad as his nympho boss. She keeps trying to get into Runkle’s pants. I don’t know which is more disturbing. Runkle messes things up with Marcie by relenting to his boss’ sexual harassment. Moody fantasizes about Jackie and has sex with his TA Jill, while fooling around with Felicia. All in all, a good day for Hank Moody!

* * * * *

Hank goes to see one of his students at a strip bar. She’s stripping for him. He isn’t there for real, but in a staff meeting at school. Felicia tells him that he has to come to a mixer.

Runkle tries to talk to Marcie about signing a big fish, but it doesn’t go anywhere. His boss, played disgustingly by Kathleen Turner, makes incredibly vomit-inducing passes at Runkle, that border on sexual abuse.

Hank’s student Jackie is bar tending at the party. The Dean’s wife Felicia catches Hank playing with Dean Koons toy soldiers. She kisses him. Jackie tells him that he could have been screwing her. Hank comforts Jill when her date doesn’t show up. They screw on the Dean’s desk. The Dean comes in after they finished.

Becca and Chelsea are doing ‘shrooms. They talk about sex.

Marcie comes by Runkle’s office and catches him screwing his boss. Hank rescues Jill from the study that the Dean locked with her inside. Once outside, Jill’s fireman drops by.

Runkle bunks at Moody’s.

* * * * *

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Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Tale of Tiffany Lust (1981)

Plot: The call girl Betty sends her housewife client Tiffany to Florence Nightingale, a radio show host who lets listeners of all genders have anal and oral sex with her right in front of her live audience. Tiffany later peeps on her husband’s own cheating.

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Genre:
  • Sex
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  • Housewife
  • Live Audience
  • Fingering
  • Public Sex
  • Bar
  • Hardcore
  • Audience Participation
  • Breast Fondling
  • Unfaithful Wife
  • Anal Sex
  • Ejaculation
  • Masturbation
  • Cunnilingus
  • Threesome
  • Lesbian Cunnilingus
  • Female Masturbation
  • Sex In Shower
  • Woman On Top
  • Fellatio
  • Unfaithful Husband
  • Character Name In Title

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Mijeong by Byun Byung-Jun

English Title: Mijeong (LT)
Original Title: 미정
Author: Byun Byung-Jun
Artist: Byun Byung-Jun
Series?: Nope.
Basic Reason for Beginning: It sounded interesting. Skip down to the blurb, you’ll see.
Basic Reason for Finishing: It… is a fast read and, you know, fairly expensive. Least I can do is finish it before passing it on.
Blurb: From the back: In Chinese ‘Mijeong’ means ‘pure beauty’. In the cold city, young people’s lives cross and spark for brief moments in this remarkably drawn graphic novel: Wounded characters, squashed by the daily hard realities of urban living seeing their destinies take sudden unannounced turns but their inner flames shine bright and wild, even for a brief time. From the girl who deals sensitively with an older man obsessed by youth to the group of friends who find their friend has committed suicide but feel they might get implicated, this engrossing collection of stories will transfix and move you deeply.
Book Rereadability: I think… I really should read this a few times, but I don’t want to. Me and this book, we didn’t get along.
Author Rereadability: And I think the artist’s style and I don’t get on. I’ll get to that in the bulk of the review, don’t worry.
Recommendation: If, by chance, you’re looking for some global reads, this Korean collection of short stories will surely do the trick. (Unless, probably, you happen to live in Korea, or happen to consider it as Dutch as my secondary school considers Flemish novels to be.) If you like some gritty stories about life in an urban city, you might want to give this a spin too. But you might want to skip it if you’re not into expressionistic art.


Pages: 240
ISBN: 9781561635542
Challenges: None.

Thoughts, Burbles, Etc

Noooooot my book! You all know – or if you don’t, you know now – I’m not a visual person. This story collection relies a lot on its visuals to tell the stories. Add in the sketchy less-than-clear style the artist uses and, well, I floundered my way through most of these stories. That’s why I think a reread would be a good idea – I might follow the stories along better, but I wasn’t drawn into any of the stories enough to want to try. (It doesn’t help that some of the stories flow into one another – or seem to – and it’s hard to tell whether the page you’re watching sets you up for the next story (the title is often on the next page) or belongs to the previous story as a sort of epilogue. It gives the whole a kind of dreamlike, distanced feel that the artist may well have wanted to go for, but… It’s done very little except confuse me and convince me that I really shouldn’t be reading graphic novels. I suck.

(You can view some of the artist’s artwork here. Just pick a link and click. (Find 229 and imagine it in grey-scale. Or just imagine any of the sketches with more detail to them. Or just go here for some preview pages by the English publisher.)

That’s the kind of art to expect in this and, probably, the biggest reason I had so many problems with it. Because it is hard to tell the story from those pictures. I had to read one scene in them three times before I finally ‘got’ what I was supposed to see and I still don’t see it. All the faces just… blended into one another. Even in the one colour story in here.

Makes me sad. I’d been looking forward to this little thing so much. And… All I’m left with is the question whether the writer of that blurb and I were even reading the same stories. That’s not to say that the stories in this are bad. To be honest, I’m too befuddled by figuring out what went on to make a decent judgment call, but… Did not connect to them. At all. *sad noise*

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Adultliness II

So I’ve still been thinking a lot about what it means to be an adult. I’ve gotten to the point in my “quarter-life crisis” that I’m actually looking forward to my upcoming 25th birthday. As I’ve seen friends turn 25 (and not explode) and in thinking about what being an adult could mean to me it might not be such a bad thing.

After all, what is an adult except a person who can decide their own actions and accept responsibility for them. I’ve lived the last 24 years of my life governed entirely by actual demands of people (my parents) and perceived ones (my friends and society at large). Being an adult to me means that I don’t have to let my decisions be dictated by other people. After all, as an adult I’m my own keeper. I’m responsible for myself and thus I can make my own decisions. In college this freedom usually meant being able to have dessert before dinner, staying up until whenever, etc. But its not just silly things like that, its everything.

As an adult I decided to put myself in a situation that could’ve made me uncomfortable. I went to party with people I didn’t know to meet someone I didn’t know well. And I had a great time. In previous times, I would’ve felt too uncomfortable in myself to do that and would have only gone if someone else went with me. Thus the decision to go would be dictated by whether or not I had accompaniment.

So now, in my adult frame of mind (which just means deciding to pursue things that I want despite other peoples objections, availability, etc) I’ve gone to that party, I signed up to take the writers workshop at the Loft and I’m going to keep doing things like that. Pursuing things I want even if they take me out of my comfort zone, because as an adult I’m not going to get what I want unless I go for it and I can’t keep expecting other people to guide me along, because I’m responsible for me.

So if that’s what being an adult is, then sure, sign me up.