December 16th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
Sex Toy For Men
Here’s something you don’t see every day: an animated .gif of a fellow making rather vigorous use of one of those plastic male masturbation aids (aka “pocket pussy”). It’s rather eye-catching.
[image removed due to rampant hotlinking]
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hey that looks fun anyone now where to get one? my girlfriend would kill me but it looks fun :D
Um, you obviously don’t look at the banner ads over many a free porn site. That appears to be a {redacted} and can be purchased at {redacted}.
{Um, you obviously didn’t consider that I wasn’t interested in naming a brand name or providing free traffic to a manufacturer who hasn’t purchased advertising. Or that my post included a perfectly good link to a site I trust to sell the item and provide good customer service. — Bacchus }
I’ve been watching forever! Man, this guy’s got stamina. Must’ve bought those pills along with the toy.
Oh wait. Animated GIF.
Nevermind.
*wanders away to hide*
You know, I look at those things and I think, ‘ick’. But suddenly, they don’t seem like quite such a bad idea. B^)
I’m ashamed to admit this (not sure why), but it made me kinda hot.
Yes, but if only the toy was wearing a pretty chemise…. :rolleyes:
You censor fucking comments? Because someone answers the logical question, but you don’t want to support them because they didn’t buy adds?
You know…that is a crock of shit.
Sorry Bacchus, I was just answering kaz’s question. Delete the post if it offends…
I censor fucking comments every day — at least a dozen spams with links to e-commerce sites. Most of them, I delete instead of editing, and ban the IP of the person posting them. If I didn’t, there would be more spams than actual comments on this blog.
For all I know, Mark may have had a financial interest in the sales link he provided. How could I tell? Nor, as it happens, do I think the site he linked to was the right one to find the device in the .gif file. Sorry, but I simply don’t have a way to distinguish between would-be helpful links to ecommerce sites, and spammy ones.
I’m already spending way too much time every day cleaning spam out of my comments. I’d hate to have to turn comments off, but that’s what will happen if people start getting abusive about the cleanup work.
You go Bacchus.
It’s your site and you can censor as long as you want to.
It’s….so…hypnotic…. :crazy:
Is it just me, or does that thing look a bit H.R. Giger?
Looks like they seem to have th right effect, may be I also need; one for a try only of course!
“It” reminds me of the movie “aliens”. Which is kinda a turn off for me – though the aliens were pretty cute, I guess Sigourney Weaver just spoiled it for me by association.
Here’s a creative use for the “pocket pussy’ for you ladies who are personally squeamish or insecure about having your man inside of another woman and who’s husbands fantasize about a three-way:
Strip your man down, tie him securely face-up on your bed with his ankles attached to a ceiling hook, and his butt at the very edge of the bed. Blindfold him thoroughly, and then have a trusted friend (who’s sworn to secrecy), masturbate him with the pocket pussy, while you lube his anus and peg him with a strap-on. Your friend can even stay completely clothed throughout the whole ordeal.
If you’re a little bit braver, you could let her strip and straddle him reverse-cowgirl style on his chest while she pumps away. Other variation would be for you women both to (back-to-back) straddle him, while he performs cunnilingus on you (the wife), or for you (the wife) to be licking his testicles while your friend works the artificial vagina. Don’t remove his blindfold until AFTER your confidant has successfully left your home.
There’s no danger that she would get pregnant with his child, and he will never forget that evening until the day he dies…