A bevy
of beauties from other fields of erotica follow: kinky Russian
fetish model Victoria Lane (another leggy blonde), pretty
little model Ania Vargas, thoughtful TS Herotica 4 author
Christine Beatty, and the dramatic return of smoking hot Spanish
Blonde Orgasmical--with her band!--singing "Funk Me Like
An Animal," and driving all the other blondes into funky,
animalistic, orgasmical, cunny-licking, nipple-sucking, snake-handling
heat! One of the great revelations of the night was not a
blonde but a brunette with big brown-eyes and a slim, lithe,
perfectly-muscled, all-natural body that looked as if it had
been carved by Rodin. Indeed, Lisa Ann Davis is an artist's
model, as well as one of the wondrous, ethereal nymphs that
danced naked around Zorbacchus, aka. the late, legendary Altadena
Artist/Rancher Jirayr Zorthian (Yale '36) at several of his
bacchannalian primaveras. Lisa wowed the crowd, especially
Dr. Suzy's paparazzi, as her supple naked form struck one
graceful, eloquent pose after another, radiating harmony and
emotion, like a living sculpture, something of the Old Masters
unearthed by erotic archeologists on Blonde Island. Then suddenly,
the winds changed, and a very lucky shipwrecked sailor found
his way from the Sea of Pain we call the Regular World to
that Island of Pleasure at Dr. Suzy's Speakeasy that we christened
Blonde Island for this sultry late-summer night: Seasoned
CBS Newsman and War Correspondent Rob Milford, just back from
reporting on Bush's War in Iraq, came onto Dr. Suzy's bed
to talk about Sex on the Front (and also from behind). But
when his Hawaiin-shirted body was cast ashore upon this naked
paradise of nymphs and blondes, he lost his train of thought
(wouldn't you?) . Welcome to Pleasure Island, Rob... Forget
CBS, you're on RadioSuzy1TV now... You were embedded with
1000 smelly marines in the very unfriendly desert. Now get
in bed with a harem of gorgeous, mostly naked blondes and
one very supple brunette nymph. It's Midnight at the Oasis...or
some kind of twisted American variant on Islamist Martyr's
Heaven where the dead hero is serviced by numerous gorgeous
"houris" in a garden of sensuous delights. Ah, if
only we could send all our beloved troops (you too, Charlie!)
to Blonde Island instead of extending their tours of duty
in Hell, to satisfy George II's murderous vision of redemption.
Speaking of Skull & Boners, also in attendence are several
Yale alumni (whose names shall not be mentioned to protect
their legacies) with their dates, in addition to our hardworking
Y Annex interns, as well as the Artist Mario Saucedo and a
bunch of other lucky happy hustlers, friends and lovers drinking,
smoking, dancing, discussing politics, religion, booze, bonobos
and ethical hedonism and saying "wow." Even with
all the blondes, nymphs, broadcasters and philosophers, we
manage to take a few good calls, including one from Jen, a
strong, middle-aged sexual woman who just wants a nice guy
to throw her on the bed and funk her like an animal. All the
blondes, even the nymph and some of the Yalies emphathize.
And the CBS War Correspondent just shrugs and smiles a shipwrecked,
shit-eating grin at his crazy good fortune to have survived
the Horror of Iraq and made it to the Blonde Island Block
Party. We Support Our Troops! We Support Bringing Them On
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