Bums!
I have been roused from my blogging slumber by a recent poster advertising campaign that has left me all a-flutter and aghast. If you are of a delicate disposition I would advise that you look away, and skip the photograph that follows. It is not for eyes of decent folk - you have been warned.
Exhibit A.Those who did not heed my warning and looked will probably be feeling quite nauseous and more than a little dirty right now. For those with the good sense not to look, let me describe the scene:
A 'lady' with painted lips half sits, facing away. She is naked except for stockings and shoes, her skin has a sickly pallor, an almost death-like waxy sheen. She rests only one buttock on the furniture, the other raised as if she is about to, or just has floated an air biscuit. In a mirror we can see that she is reading a book - probably by the Marquis de Sade or one of his impersonators. She has summoned her butler (portrayed female to encourage lewd thoughts of sapphic trysting), who has appeared in the foreground carrying a bottle of perfume on a tray. The 'lady' obviously enjoys humiliating the butler, making her witness her bodily functions with a sexual relish. She has ordered the butler to bring a bottle of perfume, just so she can fart at her as she leans forwards to scent her proffered buttocks. One expects from her expression she might follow through. On purpose.
Quite, quite horrid. I'm sure you must agree. If you haven't already witnessed this then I'm sorry for bringing it to your attention.
Now, there are, in this world, broadly speaking, two types of butt. Sexy butts, that make you go 'Mmmm, phwoar! hey hey! nice butt!' and then there are butts that make you think of the primary function of the fundamental orifice. I don't want to think about that whilst driving through town.
Just a thought.
A 'lady' with painted lips half sits, facing away. She is naked except for stockings and shoes, her skin has a sickly pallor, an almost death-like waxy sheen. She rests only one buttock on the furniture, the other raised as if she is about to, or just has floated an air biscuit. In a mirror we can see that she is reading a book - probably by the Marquis de Sade or one of his impersonators. She has summoned her butler (portrayed female to encourage lewd thoughts of sapphic trysting), who has appeared in the foreground carrying a bottle of perfume on a tray. The 'lady' obviously enjoys humiliating the butler, making her witness her bodily functions with a sexual relish. She has ordered the butler to bring a bottle of perfume, just so she can fart at her as she leans forwards to scent her proffered buttocks. One expects from her expression she might follow through. On purpose.
Quite, quite horrid. I'm sure you must agree. If you haven't already witnessed this then I'm sorry for bringing it to your attention.
Now, there are, in this world, broadly speaking, two types of butt. Sexy butts, that make you go 'Mmmm, phwoar! hey hey! nice butt!' and then there are butts that make you think of the primary function of the fundamental orifice. I don't want to think about that whilst driving through town.
Just a thought.
