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August 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Puppy Play! Gear Sale

I think this one speaks for itself. If you like this sort of thing, you’ll want to know about the Dog Days human puppy gear sale from the Stockroom:

puppy play bdsm gear sale

Woof! Woof!

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August 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Her Anus-Tattoo Face

Remember the short grainy video of the woman getting a tattoo on her anus? Well, here are some better-quality photos of that session. If you’ve ever wondered what someone’s facial expression would be while the tattoo gun is stabbing their taint, wonder no more! Behold, it looks like this:

the facial expression of a woman getting an anal tattoo

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August 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Where Is It Legal To Shoot Porn?

There aren’t a lot of laws against shooting porn anywhere, because it’s pretty much impossible to write one that doesn’t impair constitutional rights of free speech. So why did “they” always say that California was the only state where it was legal to shoot porn? The answer has to do with laws against prostitution, and prosecutors who can’t resist pretending a porn shoot is an act of prostitution (it isn’t), and courts who don’t let them get away with it. It’s a little bit complicated, but if you’re curious about it, this here is about the clearest and simplest article you’re ever going to find to explain it to you.

In California, it all traces back to a landmark case, California v. Freeman, in which California prosecuted porn director Harold Freeman on pandering charges. Freeman was convicted at trial, a conviction that was upheld by the court of appeals, but later overturned by the California Supreme Court.

In a nutshell, the state’s highest court ruled that “in order to constitute prostitution, the money or other consideration must be paid for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification.”

The key verbiage there, the lawyers tell me, is “for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification,” and the fact that the court meant for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification of the person who is footing the bill. Since Harold Freeman’s primary purpose was to create a sexually-explicit movie, and not to get his rocks off, California couldn’t sustain a charge of pandering against him. The court put a pretty fine point on their assessment of Freeman’s prosecution, calling it “a somewhat transparent attempt at an ‘end run’ around the First Amendment and the state obscenity laws.”

The Freeman case was originally decided by the jury in 1987. Following the overturning of the conviction two years later, no prosecutor anywhere brought pandering charges against a porn producer again for almost 20 years…

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August 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Grappling (Naked) Like The Ancient Greeks

The hotter the summer gets, the better the naked girl-wrestling at Ultimate Surrender starts to look to me:




The wrestlers are Jayogen and Yasmine Loven. I know it’s been a long time since I linked to Ultimate Surrender, because the site had sort of fallen off my radar. But I was reminded of it while checking out the links at the Kink Sites linklist of destinations.

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August 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Thrown To The Goblins, For Impudence

In the book Captive by Aishling Morgan, the heroine offends a well-connected noblewoman, who tries to have her tortured and executed. Fortunately, the Count has a sense of proportion, and he maintains a pit full of lusty goblins whose scent has a certain powerful effect on human women:

‘Is this truly a matter for me?’ he demanded.

‘Indeed, Lord,’ Yasma answered. ‘You will need to instruct the torturers to follow my will and sign the warrant for her death.’

‘Torture, death, for impudence?’ Alanthor demanded. ‘Come to your senses woman, have you no concept of proportion? If you want to requite your shame, throw her in the goblin pit! My apologies, Prince, for the interruption.’

Yasma gave a low curtsey and turned for the door, her mouth set in a hard line of frustrated fury.

Grathor followed, tugging Aisla with him. They marched out into a sunlit courtyard, then down a flight of steps into gloom. The smell of damp stone caught Aisla’s nose, then another, stronger scent that made the hairs rise on the nape of her neck but also filled her with the urge to spread her thighs or sink to her knees and lift her bottom. In front of her Madame Yasma made a little throaty sound, then stopped, no less subject to the impact of Goblin musk on women than Aisla.

‘Won’t you be watching, Madame Yasma?’ Grathor enquired innocently. ‘They haven’t had a girl for months, so it should be a fine display.’

Yasma answered with a grunt and walked on down the steps to a door which a grinning guard let them through. Aisla could feel the juice running down between her thighs, while her nipples were hard and aching. Behind them the door slammed and she felt a sudden urge to run, only to have it change to pure lust as a stronger waft of the scent came up to them. Madame Yasma screamed and ran, back up the steps to the sound of Grathor’s deep laughter.

The stairs turned and they came out over a drop, with pale sunlight filtering in from slits high in the wall above. Aisla looked down, trembling with need, her vagina and anus both pulsing in anticipation of cock. In the pit below were a dozen goblins, smaller and a darker green than those of Korismund, but with cocks no less huge in proportion to their bodies. They had obviously smelt her, just as she had smelt them, as they were gathered in a knot below among a mess of half-eaten cabbage leaves and bits of carrot and fruit. Every single one was erect, big green penes rising to the level of their faces.

Aisla swallowed hard, fighting the urge to jump down, only for Grathor to push her in the back. Her balance went and she fell, landing on her hands and knees in the pit. Immediately the goblins were on her, their long, spatulate fingers pawing her body, squeezing her breasts, spreading her bottom. A cock was pushed into her face and she gaped for it, unable to stop herself. Another goblin slid under her, his fat cock penetrating her sopping tuppenny at the first push. Thick lips closed on her nipples, hands took her hair, pulling as one rode her back, rubbing his penis in the shallow grove over her spine. Wet sperm splashed across her bottom and she knew one had lost control, coming on her before getting his penis to the target.

With the scent of the sperm her last effort at resistance collapsed. She began to suck eagerly on the cock in her mouth. Her hands groped out, finding stiff cocks to pull at. Bucking her hips she fucked herself on the one below her, and wiggled her bottom when a long, fat penis was laid in the groove between her cheeks. Above her Grathor was laughing, enjoying the sight of her giving herself to the man-beasts. As she was rolled onto her back she saw that his cock was out and he was masturbating over what was happening to her, stroking his cock in an unhurried fashion as another goblin penetrated her vagina and sperm splashed over her breasts.

Again she was rolled, to her side, to allow the biggest goblin to get at her bottom. She felt his erection press between her buttocks, then to her hole, still slick with Grathor’s sperm and her own sweat. The goblin penetrated her, pushing hard to pop her anus and forcing its full length up her rectum. For a moment she gagged on the cock in her mouth, choking on meaty cock head. Her penetration was complete, with the big, green, ugly cocks in her mouth and both hands, between her breasts and against her flesh in several other places, jammed deep in her vagina and bloating out her rectum. A tongue found her clitoris, adding the final touch to her ravishment as she immediately started to come even as Grathor’s sperm pattered down on her naked, used body from above.

Aisla was left in the goblin pit for the night, used over and over again until she had lost all track of time in a haze of goblin musk. She even ate with them, face down in the food trough eating slops while one of them buggered her upraised bottom. Only when the morning meal was brought did men climb down, retrieving her while the satiated goblins were busy with their food. After being washed she was allowed to dress in a plain smock of dull grey calico and taken to Madame Yasma to apologise…

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August 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Glass Insertable Toys

I just noticed that the Stockroom is having an unannounced “only while supplies last” sale with steep discounts on many items, including these two lovely glass toys:



They are the Moon Plug ($15 down from $25) and the Bent Glass Dildo ($12 down from $22.99). Awesome prices for glass insertable toys!

(If you prefer stainless steel insertables, you may also be interested in the $20 discount on the Steel Pleasure Lever.)

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August 22nd, 2014 -- by Bacchus

“To Insult The Character Of Erotica”

I was bemused throughout my reading of this lengthy critical essay on erotic comic artist Milo Manara. In the end I suspect it may be true, as the essay-writer himself warns, that the essay reveals more about its author than about its subject. But it’s fun to read, and I think it may help explain why I’ve never really warmed to Manara’s work overall despite greatly enjoying many individual panels as works of erotic art:


His draftsmanship is beyond reproach, but to only study figuration is to value illustration over sequence, diminishing the function of comics art. Similarly, to only appreciate images of sexual acts is to insult the character of Erotica, which rightly encompasses the psychological textures of the sex act: the anticipation; the anxiety; the flight from one’s senses; afterglow.

By this tradition, il maestro luxuriates in the effect of rape. See how the above diptych appears on first glance to depict one continuous image, though on closer examination it instead shows, in panel one, Valeria gazing in abject horror at the weeping face of the man who betrayed her trust, worthless and weak, unable to meet her gaze, his hand laughable in hers, as panel two closes in, at dead center of the image, on the debutante instance of unwanted penetration, Valeria’s hindquarters enlarged and raised, beckoning to the accorded silent moment of a ritualized insertion.

In panel one she is not raped, and in panel two she has been raped, and will always thereafter have been raped. It is consummate comics.

August 21st, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Flesh Fucker Gets His

There’s a Flash Gordon parody by Wally Wood in the third number of his Gangbang! sex comic, and it’s called Flesh Fucker Meets Women’s Lib. (This was apparently an early 1980s reprint of artwork that appeared in The National Screw in 1977.)

In the short comic (just 3 pages and 17 panels), Flesh Fucker rescues the female heroine Gale on two occasions, and on both occasions he finds her naked and vulnerable so of course (this being a sex comic) he fucks her, without bothering with little niceties like, say, getting her consent. But Gale is a liberated woman, and she isn’t too impressed. Eventually she hooks up with a gang of Amazons, who storm the camp where Flesh Fucker has been tied to a log by hungry cannibals. At first he’s quite happy to see her, but then she takes her revenge:




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August 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

A Well-Fucked Hole


Fairly might you ask: “What the hell is this?”

Well, it’s a lubricious detail from some sort of orc/dark-elf bondage gangbang series at Bondage Blog. Artist: ArcturusX1.

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August 19th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

They Crossed The Streams!

Fans of Ghostbusters still remember, you’re never supposed to cross the streams. But I guess these guys didn’t get the memo

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