

~ Jenna Byrnes
Santa Baby
written by J. Javits and P. Springer
originally sung by Ertha Kitt
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey, one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie and fill my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean on a phone
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Listen to the song here:
http://www.links2love.com/christmas_songs_santa_baby.htm
I have a group of friends who meet for lunch every couple of months and we got together December 1st. The snow started as I was leaving my house and when I got to the hostess’ house, I was kidding her about the last time I was there. We hadn’t had any snow that year until the day of the staff party at her house. It started to snow as I was driving over and that was it. The white stuff never left. It was there for the season. And darn it all, the same thing happened this time. It snowed for days and days without stopping. Here are some photos of what it now looks like at our house. This is the snow accumulation of three or four days.
This is the side entrance to our house.
Looking out the sliding glass doors at the back of the house.
The cars in front of the barn.
Max, our chocolate lab, trying to follow my snowshoe track down the driveway. I know what it looks like he's doing but he's really just ploughing his way through the snow.
After all this snow, wind and cold, I decided I needed something hot to warm me up. I hope you enjoy some nice, hot photos. Happy Holidays from Kaenar.
What would this season be without the occasional angel?
I wouldn’t mind the snow, if it came with this.
So this is what was in Santa’s bag. Lucky you!
Santa’s got something just for you.
Looks like Santa needs some help getting his costume on… or off.
Wanna lick?
You know Santa can’t do it all without his helpers.
This gives new meaning to Santa’s cry of ho, ho, ho. Shouldn't it be hot, hot, hot?
Hey, I found Frosty and Rudolph.
Not even going to go there.
So after all is said and done, just want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
See you next month and stay naughty,
Kaenar
Kaenar Langford
Tales to seduce and entice…
www.kaenar.com
Anyone who hangs around at my blog Beyond Romance knows that I was gone for the last two weeks in November on a trip to Japan. Although part of the journey was business, my husband and I were able to devote more than a week to touristic types of activities and overall, had a wonderful time. One of the places we visited was Beppu, a famous hot springs resort area on the east coast of Kyushu island.
As we were reading what our guidebook had to say about Beppu, we noticed a paragraph about an infamous "sex museum", smack in the middle of the largest concentration of hot springs and geysers. The guidebook warned that it was tacky, but hey, I write erotica and erotic romance. I certainly wasn't going to miss the chance to check it out. Besides, the entry fee was tax deductible!
The Japanese have a strange reputation with regard to sex. On the one hand, they're responsible for the most outrageous and artistic bondage techniques on the planet. Supposedly there are vending machines in Japan where you can buy used women's panties. (I didn't see any.) Japanese sex manga gets pretty extreme, from the little I've sampled, and I've seen several Japanese "art" films that challenged even my generous sexual standards. On the other hand, prostitution is illegal in Japan (although geisha clubs, hostess clubs and "soaplands" are not) and most Japanese men that I've met seem painfully shy and socially awkward - sort of the way I was in high school. (Of course, this judgment is terribly biased since I can't speak more than a few sentences in Japanese - I might seem very shy when I try.)
Anyway, I was very curious about this so-called sex museum (labeled a "gallery" by its English sign). The visit began extremely well. The middle-aged woman selling tickets had two gorgeous cats in the ticket booth with her, who were not at all averse to being petted. Talk about positive reinforcement! (The woman was friendly too. Ailurophilia is definitely a cultural bridge!)
The museum had two floors. The first set of "exhibits" presented a miscellaneous selection of sculpture and ritual items related to genitalia: lingams and yonis of stone and wood, African fertility figures with pendulous breasts and massive buttocks, and so on. There were few if any English labels, so I don't know where the two statues below came from, but I'll admit I kind of liked them.
The next segment was devoted to animal sexual organs. A glass case provided models of the male members from various species: whales, elephants, hippopotami, horses - you get the picture. Above most of them were photos of the species in question copulating. There was also a life-size display showing a pair of amorous zebras:
I must admit, I was beginning to agree with our guidebook. Things weren't helped by the fact that three young Japanese guys came in after us and were acting really silly.
The next exhibit was a set of erotic wax work scenes, more or less as large as life. They must have been fashioned by different artists, because one or two were really excellent while the others look like - well, wax. One which depicted a woman who reminded me of Marlene Deitrich masturbating was incredible. I could sense her excitement - her face portrayed a desperate bliss and her gestures were totally natural. I couldn't snap a picture because she was behind glass - but I might use her as a character inspiration in a future book! Another display showed a couple entwined on a bed in a room full of mirrors. Once again, the expressions and positions had an impressive realism, while the mirrors meant that you could see their faces and bodies from a range of different directions. On the other hand, the "S & M" diorama (labeled in English!) depicted a woman suspended in a way that I think defied physics. Her stiff body and vacant face were about as realistic as a blow-up love doll. And then there was the X-rated scene of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, complete with sound effects...I'll stop there and let your imagination take over!
Most of the upstairs was dominated by shunga: exhibits of actual Japanese erotic paintings, engravings, and wood prints. I've included a couple of examples below (from the web). You can find many more, for example here and here. These images were fabulous. They were wildly varied and captured a broad range of moods from romantic to raunchy. There were same-sex and mixed sex couples, ménages, voyeurs, and orgies, and individuals involved in self-pleasuring. The characters in each picture had unique faces and bodies and represented all ages and degrees of beauty, always executed with exquisite craft.
I truly enjoyed this part of the museum. For an erotically inclined author, it was inspiring. Unfortunately, the Japanese split-personality regarding sex reared its head. In front of each picture, the museum had placed a transparent sheet of lucite - mostly transparent, that is. The region in front of the genitalia was frosted, in a ridiculous attempt at censorship! Of course if you looked at the exhibit a bit from the side, you could see the areas that were semi-obscured, but very attempt was annoying and definitely decreased our enjoyment. Basically what was going on was a manual version of the pixelation we saw in the pay-for-view sex movies in our hotel room (but that's a story for another blog post). Very silly!
Actually, it was quite odd, because the second floor also included a screening room where they were showing what must have been (from the clothing of the characters) classic Japanese adult films. Those movies were explicit - no pixelation applied. Go figure.
Near the exit from the "gallery" we found a shop selling cheap, low-quality sex toys and lingerie. The Japanese guys caught up with us there, pointing and snickering. My husband and I shrugged and went out to find lunch, bemused by the contradictions of a foreign culture.
I should say that the rest of Beppu fit better into our preconceptions regarding Japan. Just so that you know it wasn't all tackiness, I've included a photo from a garden around one of the nine jigoku or "hells" for which Beppu is famous.
Looks like Japan, doesn't it? Much more so than the photos above!