David: It’s rare we feature exteriors on Lurid Digs, but every now and then a photo lands in our inbox that sets the staff into unhinged bliss. Forget the self-sucking attempt of this construction site exhibitionist (as an avid fan of the sport I’ll declare right now that it just ain’t gonna happen for this guy) and savor the What Was He Thinking? factor.

The gigantic blue barrel, the stacked red crates overflowing with empty Thunderbird bottles, the spread-out cement yet to be mixed. Why? And where?

The coup de grâce? Two rusted sets of bed supports plucked straight from the backyard of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’s Ed Gein?

Delightful. Delovely. Delirious.

Steve: I differ from David in that I am distinctly and certainly not a fan of the sport. I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but the real issue for me here is that it is almost never sexually arousing for someone to crumple themselves up like a wad of used facial tissue and yank their dicks toward their straining purple faces.

For me, the war-zone-slash-kiddy-pool combo is only a pleasant distraction from the discomfort and awkwardness that would otherwise be the dominating factor.
 

Steve: I’m totally into this on four different levels, at least. First of all I think it’s phenomenal that Pandit was able to purchase all of the upholstery for his entire home from one massive bolt of fabric. The coordination we’re experiencing in this highly decorative interior is owing to that alone.

But the little details are what make this come together; things you don’t notice at first, like the tiny whimsical birdhouse behind our lover’s shoulder. Note how it has sprouted limbs and is frolicking about as if to say, “I’m here to ensure that every detail of your intercourse is going to be joyful and uplifting.”

Should we need intercession to our Lord, The Blessed Virgin Mary is present in the form of a comforting plaster figurine. In terms of Hell’s fury, there is no safer sex, my friends.

Also, I know some people are going to object to the bunny dolls on the sofa, but that’s because they’ve never had the pleasure of kinky sex with an nicely oiled gym adonis atop a pile of hand-sewn decorative rabbit plush. Let me just tell you that it’s something you’re going to want to do again and again.

There is nothing here to indicate that the sex will be anything other than a 100% fantastic experience. I’m going to recommend that you bring along a Polaroid, because this is the kind of thing you’re going to want to share with people. 

Steve: Hi, my name is Nathan Reynolds-Dowager, but my friends call me Delicate Mr. Nate and you should too, now that we’re sharing this beautiful moment together. The truth is… I’m known for my extreme sensitivity towards all beautiful things and that’s why I surround myself with colorful patterns, artistic objects, tasteful furniture, and glistening, showcase-quality musical instruments.

Living here, in this paradise, I have become lonely. My sensitive, darling penis is erect most of the time these days, just waiting to share.

My perfect evening of romance would involve a satisfying dinner of meat loaf and lima beans in the velvety comfort of my plush, quilted bedding. Afterwards maybe we’d watch reruns of Silver Spoons, or maybe I’d play something soothing and folksy on my trumpet. You could run your fingers through my hairpiece, or sweetly tickle my nippies and make me giggle with innocent glee.

Thanks to Aymeric for the Photo
 

We’ve finally found the musical expression we’ve so desperately needed to take this site to the next level. Thanks to the massive informational resource known as YouTube, previously unattainable grace and style are always at our finger tips.