Also, she’s buck-naked, and that’s also a plus.

This is Anke, from Femjoy. Say hello.

Eight of the world’s most beautiful models pose for photographer Peter Lindbergh… without makeup.

Amber Valletta, Shalom Harlow, Kristen McMenamy, Helena Christensen, Nadja Auermann, Cindy Crawford, Claudia Schiffer (right) and Tatjana Patitz all confidently step out from behind their makeup artists to show us what true beauty looks like, unadorned, honest, real. Ladies, especially those who would never dare dream of appearing outside without a few coats of goop, please take note.

Along those same lines, I’m also a big fan of Women Before 10 A.M. where Veronique Vail visited 96 actresses and models in the early morning while they were still sleepy and makeup-free. Some beautiful images in there, highly recommended.

OK, that didn’t sound right at all.

So, you know how people compete in Air Guitar championships? Get up on stage in front of an audience and rock out without any actual instruments? And they have competitions all over the world, with real prizes and sponsorship and everything?

It’s like that, but with sex. The Air Sex World Championships, held in 16 bouts in cities all around the U.S., is asking frisky folks to come up on stage and show everyone how you do it. “Or how you wish you could do it. Or how you once had it done to you, and oh my god was that a bad idea and while it’s embarrassing to show that act to a room of strangers, you know that you need to do it now in order to make sure that no one else falls down the same rabbit hole you got stuck inside.”

You’ve got two minutes, you can’t get nude or have actual orgasms (that anyone can prove), and I have no idea what you might win, aside from the glory of being YouTubed forever. But isn’t that enough?

Guess it’s been a while,. huh.

You know, I totally meant to call. Really. But with one thing and another, and, well, you know…

Anyway, I’m back up and working on rebuilding the Island from scratch, more or less, so please bear with me while I figure this out. There’s gonna be a short period of messiness, I suspect, while I get everything back online.

But in the meantime, you can go read my short story collection “Giggling Into the Pillow” for free! It’s over at Smashwords, in several different formats for your portable reading pleasure. Not that I’d ever stop you from buying a print copy for yourself, of course…

Thanks for checking back, and I hope to hang around another 10 years.

“You promised,” she said, smiling underneath the blindfold, “to tell me a dirty story about your buddy Mitch. Tell me how he’s been dying to fuck me silly.” She arched her back. “Tell me about Mitch licking me for hours, and not letting me finish until I beg for it.” She reached and found hard flesh, grinned at capturing me. “Tell me!”

Her blindfold slipped and she blinked in surprise at seeing, and holding, a very happy Mitch.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I said, sitting across the room. “I’m afraid I just don’t have a very good imagination.”

Jim looked over to see a pretty blonde sitting with a dark-haired man, laughing together. Something about them–

“We masturbated to them!”

“What?”

“Remember? Last week, the amateur tape? Oh my God…”

Jim remembered and was instantly aroused. It had been incredible, and seeing them clothed and casual was weird and exciting.

Eve smirked. “Waitress?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’d like to pay for that couple’s breakfast, anonymously.”

“Ma’am?”

“Please. And tell them…” Eve and Jim smiled at each other. “Tell them we admire their work.”

“A pony?”

“Nope.” My legs goosepimpled in the cool Christmas morning air when she pulled off the blanket.

“A plastic rocket?”

“Last chance,” she murmured. I heard her sip something.

“Warmth?”

Without warning she took me deep into her wet and unreasonably hot mouth. I opened my eyes to see her bent over my waist with a cup of tea in one hand and me in the other.

“Just what I wanted!” I exclaimed happily. She smiled around me and began a slow, insistent motion. “Tea!”

And that’s where this scar came from.