Once upon a time, Little Red Riding Hood was a sweet, curious girl who loved to surf the web. Her favorite’s list, which she called a basket, was rather empty, and she longed to fill it with goodies. She’d snuggle up in a thick red blanket and skim chat rooms looking for companionship.
It was in one such chat room she met Wolf. He was big, and bad and Hood loved him for it. Wolf showed Ms. Hood around paths of the Internet she didn’t even know existed!
Little Red Riding Hood quickly learned there is more than one kind of goody for her basket, and always enough to go around . . .

Everything can be educational, especially for the naturally dumb.
For all of those who are of the Madame Mensa persuasion, there is the Museum of Sex.

That’s right, everything has a history even if it started with amebas masturbating (as in splitting themselves in two, bimbo).

And if you do feel like you need to catch up on some erotica reading before entry, there’s always a library a few finger strokes away . . .

Currently on display are “Stags, Smokers and Blue Movies,” a look at the root of pornographic films, and “Peeping, Probing & Porn: Four Centuries of Graphic Sex in Japan.”

Oh, and of course there is a museum store, selling clothing and traditional Inside Out Filligrino G-Spot Shafts, dildos that do so much more.

There is even a “hand blown” and ready variety.

Located on Fifth Ave in New York City, you can even feel chic about your education.

Me-O-my, my faith is shaken. Here I thought I’d do a little web-peruse for the “Da Vinci Code” . . . I got a lot of hits, but no answers as to why Mona Lisa is really smiling so sweetly.I guess they might know in the Philippines (maybe I just need the something off the South Seas to get me warm and wet).
The Philippine Alliance Against Porn has decided that this little Leonardo flick is “amoral and indecent.”

There’s something I can get into.

I also stumbled upon a little factoid about Ron Jeremy. It seems he made over 1600 adult movies. Talk about res-erect-tion.

What I’m really talking about is the ancient art of pleasure. That’s what makes a woman smile. Maybe Adam and Eve had it right, but glass keeps much better than fruit . . .

How’d you like them apples? There was glass in Mona Lisa’s time, wasn’t there?

Of course, for those in love enough to leave Eden, there are many fun ways to get back into paradise. Sexual spirituality is what these folks describe as “feeling the presence of ‘God’ through the physical and energetic experience of being sexual . . . ”

What I’ve found in my web-self-exploration is that where there’s glass, there’s dildos. And where there is an idea for porn, there is porn.

Too bad some naughty boys - who like boys - thought of it first, ’cause “The Da Vinci Load” sounds like something I could take in.

Well I’m off to pray . . . or at least get on my knees . . .