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Sex Blogging, Gratuitous Nudity, Kinky Sex, Sundry Sensuality
April 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
All observers of the human condition know that a good musician never has any trouble getting laid. It turns out there’s now scientific proof that the ladies really do want to jump a musician’s bones. The better the musician, the harder they jump! But there’s a catch: They only want him when “the risk of conception is at its highest”. They want your babies, musical gentlemen!
This new knowledge comes from British research reported in The Telegraph:
The study involved nearly 1,500 women with an average age of 28, who were not breastfeeding, pregnant or using hormonal contraception.
A group of women were asked whether they would prefer the composer of one simple melody, or a second more complex piece.
In each case they were asked whether they would prefer the composer as a short-term sexual partner, or a longer-term partner in a committed relationship.
The results showed that women only preferred composers of more complex music as short-term sexual partners when the risk of conception was at its highest, according to the study.
The same trend did not emerge when women were asked about visual artists, according to Benjamin Charlton, the paper’s author.
The study, published in The Proceedings Of The Royal Society B, could account for the early origins of music and why creative individuals are considered so desirable for short-term sexual relationships.
The researchers believe it provides the first scientific support for Charles Darwin’s theory that the prime function of music is to aid sexual courtship.
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April 22nd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
When I was a younger man, in the pre-internet era, there existed among single men what you might call “best practices”. These best practices were rules of the road for dating; nuggets of wisdom often repeated, and ignored only at peril.
Perhaps the most famous of these was “Never put your dick in crazy.” Since “crazy” typically shows best in the rear-view mirror, this was a rule observed most often in the breach. But men of experience tended to be more emphatic about it than younger horndogs, which was telling to the observant.
Another “best practice” had to do with the notion that young women of dating age frequently were known to have what were called “daddy issues”. This didn’t overlap with “crazy” exactly; “Be careful, she’s got daddy issues” was a warning, but not specifically an admonition to run far away. The notion was that girls with daddy issues needed special handling, but if that particular form of “high maintenance” didn’t scare you off, one might fruitfully proceed with due caution. Because “daddy issue” girls were often interested in, you guessed it, men old enough to be their fathers, a lot of older men in the dating game became quite expert in their care and handling, or in detecting them from a distance and steering clear if they found the daddy game too squicky.
One of the awesome things that the Internet does that it lets differently-wired people discover that they are not unique, it shows them models of how to behave in ways that other people like them have found useful to happiness, and at need, it provides access to communities both real and virtual within which to act out all manner of fantasies, preferences, and quirks. A 20th-century “daddy’s girl” woman might easily have had trouble finding a man who was relaxed about her daddy issues and willing to indulge them in her. A 21st-century daddy’s girl has no such difficulties; indeed she may even be cheerfully seduced into it by men whose daddy-issues radars are supersensitive, or by men who are perhaps themselves eager to play the Daddy role. Porn mega-star Stoya famously chronicled on her blog her intellectual journey to the place where she was calling her man “daddy”:
Before I entered the world of hardcore pornography, I’d had my fill of traditional BDSM in my personal life. I had called men sir and master, but never daddy. I thought it was kind of gross. It smacked of infantilism, which is one of the few things that never fail to kill my libido. Of course, the first time I kissed a boy I thought boys were really kind of gross, so my first instinct on the grossness of something is not necessarily my final opinion.
Eventually she gets to:
He’s my Daddy. No one else’s. Mine. Call it fucked up, call it daddy-issues, call it transgressively arousing… I quite obviously like it so I’m going to keep calling him Daddy.
Other women work it out on Tumblr. This picture of a woman with clothespins on her nipples and “I do what Daddy wants” neatly written on her breasts? Not even close to unique.
It’s a rum old world we live in, but stuff like this reinforces my conviction that the arc of the internet universe bends toward greater happiness. And if helping women with daddy issues connect with their not-their-actual-daddy Daddies is not the most important function of the internet, it’s still a magnificent example-in-miniature of one of the things the internet is best at.
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April 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
A daring photographer and a willing model use one of Hollywood’s iconic structures for a backdrop:
Via Fifi.
April 18th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I was not the first to speculate about the future promise of 3D-printed sex toys. But I was a little bit surprised to find some printed sex toys actually being offered for sale, like this Mechanical Animal from Frisky Beast:
Sadly, there’s nothing on their site (that I could find in a fast search) about the material they are printing these toys with. If you’re fussy about what you stuff inside yourself and others (which you probably should be) you might want to ask them about it before placing an order.
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April 17th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
According to this site, in the run-up to the Spanish-American war there was a breathless account published in the New York Journal about a supposed provocation by the Spanish:
As the American steamship Olivette was about to leave Havana Harbor for the United States, it was boarded by Spanish police officers who searched three young Cuban women, one of whom was suspected of carrying messages from the rebels. The Journal ran the story with the headline, “Does Our Flag Protect Women?”
It was accompanied by a dramatic sketch by Frederic Remington across one half a page showing Spanish plainclothes men searching a nude woman. The Journal went on to editorialize, “War is a dreadful thing, but there are things more dreadful than even war, and one of them is dishonor.”
This caught my attention because the lurid sketch of the strip search is by none other than THE Frederick Remington, the same one whose Western-themed art and cowboy sculptures later beceme so iconic and evocative of the fantasy of the American west. Here’s a detail from the strip-search sketch (click the image for the full sketch):
Of course, the sketch is hopelessly lurid compared to the reality behind the tabloid account of the strip search:
Soon, however, the story unraveled. The World quickly produced one of the young women who contested the Journal’s version of the incident. Eventually the Journal was forced to correct the story. The search had been appropriately conducted by a police matron with no men present.
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April 16th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I can only assume that furry games, puppy play, pony fun, and animal role-play in general must be getting more mainstream, given the fact that The Stockroom’s latest list of new products includes four new animal-tail butt plugs. Four new furry tails, plus the Bad Puppy Butt Plug with embedded steel dog-chain leash:
With the Bad Puppy Plug you can keep your partner leashed up and ready for the pound. To start things off, this butt plug is plenty thick for an intense filling feeling. It’s made of silicone, so it’s flexible yet firm, and easy to clean after messing around.
What makes this pup special is the stainless steel chain link extending from the end, opening up countless possibilities. Restraint is an option if you attach the chain to some immobilizing device, puppy play with a leash attached gives a Dom a new way to keep control, and solo users will even enjoy the different sensation of having the chain’s weight pulling on the plug.
Three different lengths of chain are available, so you can give the sub who wears this as much or as little freedom as that little runt deserves!
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April 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I’m pretty sure naked camel-riding is not legal in Egypt, but sometimes you just have to disregard petty mundane regulation in the pursuit of great art. Don’t you agree?
Models are Judita and Jana from MetArt; photographer is Jan Vels.
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April 10th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Spanking Blog has a reproduction of an Art Buchwald column from 1968 in which Buchwald supposedly consults his lawyer about the legalities of wife spanking. The column was stimulated (ha) by then-current scandalous news from the divorce proceedings of legendary actor Cary Grant. Supposedly the actor responded to an allegation that he’d spanked his soon-to-be-ex-wife by admitting it. His defense? He had, he claimed, “reasonable and adequate cause” to spank her. A small detail from the trial testimony: he was grinning when he did it.
The past? It is indeed another country. Forget the wife spankings of the rich and famous; it’s bizarre enough that people used to actually litigate the question of whether sufficient grounds for a divorce existed!
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April 9th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She knew that the security guard’s online profile was a little wonky. But he was young and kinda cute (if she squinted just right after two drinks) and she was getting lonely, and don’t security guards carry handcuffs? It might be fun.
What Simone Sinay did not realize was that (a) he was one of those guys who does everything with a buddy; (b) those two dudes were the only people who ever got within half a mile of the old warehouse facility they were guarding; and (c) they’d put a lot of effort into building out their playroom/dungeon in the basement:
It won’t take a lot of time before she’s side-eyeballing that toilet next to the bed, and wondering just how long they plan to keep her.
Photos from Sex And Submission.
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April 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
If, like me, you’ve maintained (for a few years, or a dozen) an adult blog or adult site of any kind, you might have noticed that your number of readers has gone down (a little or a lot) in recent years. Did you wonder why? Did you wonder where those readers went? Did people get tired of looking at sex online?
No. Listen as Business Insider explains:
Mobile Apps Are Killing The Free Web, Handing A Censored Duopoly to Google And Apple
In a nutshell:
With just two simple charts, Chris Dixon has pointed out one of those things that is both totally obvious but — when expressed succinctly — slightly terrifying.
The Web as we know it is being replaced, slowly but surely, by mobile apps. And access to those apps is controlled by just two companies: Apple and Google.
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Here is his first chart, showing the way mobile users are exceeding desktop users on the Web:
In theory, that shouldn’t matter to your adult site, people can just browse it on their smartphone instead of with their desktop. Why should you care?
You should care because people mostly don’t browse much of anything on their smartphones. As the article puts it:
People on mobile phones and tablets are using the Web less and less, proportionately:
So there are now more people using mobile devices than are using desktop browsers. And on their mobile devices, they tend not to browse. They use apps, overwhelmingly. Do you have an app for your adult site? Not for Apple/IOS devices, you don’t, because Steve Jobs hated porn so badly that Apple still bans anything vaguely sexy from its app store even though he’s long dead (ding dong) and decently buried.
You probably don’t have an Android app for your adult site, either; Google’s app store has always banned explicit content, and recently tightened the rules to exclude “erotic” content as well. It’s possible in theory to distribute Android apps outside of Google’s store, but from what I hear, it’s difficult in practice to get any kind of numerical traction for adult apps. (The best venue I know of is adult app store Mikandi.)
Does this story have a moral? I’d say it has two:
1) If you have an adult site, you want to get an app for that.
2) You might pray that Samsung keeps building Android devices that kick IOS ass.
Good luck, we’re all gonna need it.
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