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November 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Hello Kitty, Abducted

The Nymph is hard at work on Thanksgiving pies so I’m bothering her with internet mistreatment of her beloved Hello Kitty. Bondage Blog recently found this gagged and blindfolded kitty:

Hello Kitty doll wearing blindfold and gag

Apparently she was part of a whole Hello Kitty kinky bedroom treatment “discovered” by the folks at Hello Kitty Hell.

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November 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

“Kelly Fucking Green!”

There’s a lot of discourse going on these days about enthusiastic consent. A tweet from Elf Sternberg led me this morning to a 2001 fisting anecdote that includes a funny and excellent example of what enthusiastic consent can be:

At one party I attended several years ago I had an opportunity to fist a young lady who had never done fisting with a man before, only other women. It took us about half an hour to get to the point where my hand was finally entering her vagina fully, and just as I goosenecked my hand, my thumb pressed to the palm, I and her girlfriend were coaching her softly. She was completely spaced out on the sensations what I was doing were sending into her brain, and I felt I needed to get in touch with her before I went further. So I started to talk to her softly, trying to get her to talk to me. I said her name several times, and then said, “Red, yellow, or green?” She was gasping and moaning and I couldn’t make out anything coherent. The colors are a common tool among sadomasochists for communicating what they want: “stop”, “go slow”, or “more!” I asked it again. “Red, yellow, green? Red, yellow…”

“Green! Green! Kelly fucking green!”

About thirty seconds later, well… let’s just say it’s rare I get to see a woman orgasm that amazingly hard. Damn near cut off the circulation in my wrist.

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November 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Sixty Shades Of Provenance


Some while back my good friend and erstwhile co-blogger Dr. Faustus shelled out what struck me as a generous wad of cash, and commissioned from me a set of sixty-plus research gigs (somewhat like the ones I offer on Fiverr) in connection with unattributed images that he had reblogged at one point or another on his Erotic Mad Science tumblr. As he explains here on his main Erotic Mad Science blog, he’s decided to post them all, over the Thanksgiving holiday, at the rate of one every two hours.

The series is already appearing on his Hedonix sister site, where he started posting them at noon yesterday (Tuesday). Thus, you can see the first ones already. Faustus has a great eye for imagery, the research was a lot of fun, and I think most ErosBlog readers will enjoy the whole series.

(The sexy research librarian image at the top of this post was not part of the commission. It’s a somewhat-modified detail from a vintage Hanes underwear commercial found here.)

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November 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Naked Billiards At The Club

The gentlemen of that city kept a club where they would go for whiskey, cigars, and billiards. Their wives, typically, were happy to have them out of the house. Perhaps the wives would have taken a different and dimmer view, if they had met the “gaming assistants” employed by the club:

pretty nude woman playing naked pool or billiards

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November 24th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Black Mass Orgy, 1928


Imagine that you had a movie camera in Paris in 1928 and the notion came upon you to make the most offensive possible six-minute-long film. What might you pick for your subject?

Via Spanking Blog we learn of one good candidate for a universally-offensive topic. You might make a movie called Messe Noire (“Black Mass” in English) that features a highly-unlikely Satanic ritual, complete with blood drinking, chained sacrifices, lots of naked celebrants, and plenty of balls-flapping humping during the obligatory ceremonial orgy. Special effects — made by scratching the negative — to include eerie glowing stars on foreheads:


Spanking Blog liked it for all the vintage butts on display, and for the whipping scene. But it’s the mixture of pure porn and sheer transgressive chutzpah that earns it a place on ErosBlog:


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November 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Stealing That Ancient Cunt-Magic

November 21st, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Curvy Dominatrix

She’s dominant for sure, but somehow I get the sense that the spanking she’s about to administer with that riding crop is personal:

BBW dominatrix with ample curves

Via Spanking Blog.

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November 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Mechanically Fucked At The Law Office

a client prepares to get fucked at her lawyers office

Of all the possible places where I would think you did not need a machine to get thoroughly and impersonally fucked, a law office would be high on the list. And yet, here we are:

getting thoroughly screwed by her lawyers and their fucking machines

The lady is Dani Daniels and the picture credit is Fucking Machines.

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November 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

The Quest For Peachy Vaginas

Not for nothing is a certain breed of California tech entrepreneur derisively called “douche bros”. According to Inc. Magazine, a couple of these douche bros showed up at a tech/venture-capital dog and pony show yesterday to announce their “plans for a new probiotic supplement that will enable women to change the way their vaginas smell”. Using already-controversial synthetic biology technology, the bros claim that their “Sweet Peach” product “will have practical benefits, like preventing yeast infections and other health problems caused by microorganisms.” “The idea is personal empowerment,” one of the bros said. “All your smells are not human. They’re produced by the creatures that live on you.”

It is perhaps revealing that their other proposed product is “a probiotic for dogs and cats that makes their feces smell like bananas.”

When challenged by the Inc. reporter to explain why “feminine odor” was the target of their venture, the other bro claimed that the peach smell was really just a sort of diagnostic. “”It tells us where the protein is expressed,” he said. “What, would you rather have it glow?”

Me, I’m praying for this product to fail early and often. I’m on record: I like the smell of pussy. Plus, I agree with the gentleman here: “If you don’t love pussy THIS MUCH you are not big enough to get on this ride.”

If I want peaches, I’ll go to a farmer’s market.

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November 19th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

A Fetish For The Speculum?

drawing from medical text of a woman getting a pelvic/vaginal exam with speculum while in the Sims position

People can develop a fetish for just about anything. And making an unpleasant experience into a pleasant one by fetishising some aspect of it is hardly unheard of. It’s one of many theories behind why some people enjoy getting spanked or caned, for example. And I personally know a urine fetishist who spent a rough year in a hospital during his adolescence, recovering from a traumatic injury that left him unable to handle his bodily functions without a lot of hands-on nursing care. (He’s also fond of nurse outfits and rubbery medical stuff of all kinds. Correlation does not indicate causation, but sometimes it’s a clue, right?)

Something I have not encountered (which is not to say she isn’t out there somewhere) is a woman who professes any sexual fondness for medical speculums. Most women report finding them unpleasant, for reasons that seem obvious enough. But in this long article on the history and design of the speculum, I noticed with interest the following account:

In 1850, the Royal Medicine and Chirurgical Society of London held a standing-room-only meeting in which the community heard arguments for and against the speculum. These doctors worried that women would mistake the exam for a sexual experience. The British physician Robert Brudenell Carter reinforced this fear in his 1853 book, On the Pathology and Treatment of Hysteria, writing that he had “seen young unmarried women, of the middle class of society, reduced by constant use of the speculum to the mental and moral condition of prostitutes; seeking to give themselves the same indulgence by the practice of solitary vice; and asking every medical practitioner … to institute an examination of the sexual organs.”

You can parse that as the empty blatherings of a moral panic about female sexuality, but what if we parse it instead as an honest report of observations of fetish behavior, a report that is almost buried in and obscured by the moral panic of the nonetheless attempting-to-report-his-observations doctor? To put it in modern terms, is Dr. Carter telling us that in his practice he encountered young single women who had fetishised their encounters with speculums, who were now sexually excited by speculums, who masturbated to memories of their experiences of being examined with a speculum, and who sought to recreate that fetishised experience at their next medical visit?

It ought not be a surprise, if that’s indeed what Dr. Carter encountered. And if it happened in the early 1800s, surely it still happens today?

Being a typical male-type pig-dog, I have always thoughtlessly assumed that the specula sold as sex toys were mostly about the pleasures of doing: looking, poking, prodding, playing doctor, inflicting (with sadistic intent, of whatever perhaps-mild degree). A woman’s pleasure in these scenarios I might have imagined to be reciprocal: pleasure at being the object of voyeurism, the enjoyment of any good roleplay that excites and inflames your partner, the masochistic pleasures (in whatever degree) of having been inflicted upon. I had never considered the possibility that the speculum itself — or the act of being examined by a speculum-wielder — might have fetishistic power in its own right.

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