Archive for January, 2012

Music Monday

Posted on: January 30th, 2012 by Madison Lake No Comments

My favorite part of winter is definitely the boots…


Posted on: January 27th, 2012 by Madison Lake 1 Comment

Well, well, well.  It turns out that personal massagers (let’s use the most polite name) were not primarily created for a lady’s pleasure.  Too many doctors were complaining about sore hands and wrists…let that sink in for a moment…

For a long time, doctors were using manual stimulation, or “pelvic massage,” so women could have a “hysterical paroxysm,” otherwise known as an orgasm.  This was the common treatment for female hysteria, especially in the Victorian era.  Doctors were finding this work to be too much, time and labor wise, and thus the personal massager came into being.

Vibrators were the fifth household appliance to be electrified and they were advertised in major catalogues and department stores until the 1920s, when it became difficult to obscure their actual purpose.  After the 1960s and the Sexual Revolution, vibrators made a huge comeback when Jon Tavel filed a patent for the “Cordless Electric Vibrator for Use on the Human Body.”  I think there are quite a few of us who would like to thank him.


Posted on: January 25th, 2012 by Madison Lake No Comments
A moment for herself…

Photographer: Etienne Bossot
location: Hoi Ahn, Vietnam
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Music Monday

Posted on: January 23rd, 2012 by Madison Lake No Comments

It’s cold and dreary where I am, so I’m going to pretend I’m in Rio de Janeiro circa 1963.


Posted on: January 20th, 2012 by Madison Lake 1 Comment

Following Thursday’s History of Sex: Part 2, I’ve written a 50 word flash fiction story based on 5 randomly chosen words from the post: resistance, risque, free, sheet, banana.

Here’s my story, exactly 50 words.

She tore away the silk sheet, damp with perspiration from their afternoon delight.
“I have to go,” he said.
“What, too risqué for you?” She lit a cigarette, inhaled.
“No, I’m bored with your resistance.” He laughed, playfully peeling away her layers like a banana.
“Call me next Tuesday then.”

Hey, this could be fun! Shall we do this every Friday? 

Next week, you pick 5 words based on Thursday’s post, and submit your story to I’ll post it.