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Sex Blogging, Gratuitous Nudity, Kinky Sex, Sundry Sensuality
ErosBlog posts containing ""rain Degrey""
June 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Remember last week when I blogged about rumors that Google was disabling certain shortlinks built using the Goo.gl link shortener, if the link targets were porn sites? Well, thanks to a pair of tweets from Rain DeGrey attempting to share a photo from HardTied.com, right now you can see that that little chunk of the #pornocalypse in live action. Here are the tweets:
And sure enough, if you click the goo.gl link in that first tweet, right now Google is serving you this instead of the photo Rain linked to:
The only sentence in the two policy links Google offers that seems even remotely relevant is this one: “Do not use this service for spamming or linking to content that may harm other users.”
The modern state of Google’s anti-spam software: there’s a rule in there that assumes that porn and spam are the same thing. Don’t be evil? My ass.
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December 31st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
From Rain DeGrey at Dirty Words:
I love me some fisting. Love love love. There is nothing in the world that makes me happier then turning someone into a human muppet. I like to get in there until I feel like I hold their heart and very beating soul in my hand.
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The reactions I have seen from fisting are many and varied. The first time I successfully fisted someone, I was so turned on and blown away by the realization of a lifelong dream that I came and collapsed on top of him shuddering, fist still firmly lodged inside. Yes, you can be so turned on by something that you cum, it happens to me all the time.
I have made two different guys go blind. The blindness only lasts about 15 to 30 seconds, but the sensations from fisting can get so intense and overwhelming that vision can grey or short out. Turns out these fists of fury can induce blindness. I got *skillz*!
I have had guys get dizzy and body temperatures drop to the point that I have had to pop them in a hot shower. Mind you, they were sitting in the shower with a wide and beatific grin across their face as they struggle to recall their own name, looking at me in a pleasure-addled stupor, so I wasn’t too concerned.
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May 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
What’s going on, on the other side of the wall? Something sure has Rain DeGrey’s full attention:
Is it a man with a powerful vibrator and an insatiable forced-orgasms fetish?
Or, is it a pussy spanking that never seems to end?
The girl in the wall never knows what’s coming next, until it starts to happen. For all she knows, there could be a whole corridor full of playful perverts lined up over there…
Pictures are from the most recent shoot at Sexually Broken. Sorry, there’s no free samples gallery available yet.
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May 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Today I don’t get to blame one of my porn research customers for setting me off on an image-researching frenzy. Nope, today it’s entirely Camille Paglia’s fault. In her The Chronicle of Higher Education review of three terrible contemporary academic books about BDSM, she writes:
A brutal bondage billboard on Los Angeles’s Sunset Strip for the Rolling Stones’ 1976 album, Black and Blue, was taken down after fierce feminist protests.
Oh, really? Given that tracking down obscure bits of kink in vintage popular culture is one of my hobbies, I couldn’t resist that bit of bait. To the image searching machines!
The best photograph of the actual billboard in question that I could readily find is this one, from a music blog:
According to this page, the model is Anita Russell and “Mick [Jagger] himself tied her up.” For a luxuriously detailed description of the billboard, we now turn to Carolyn Bronstein, from this interview about her book Battling Pornography: The American Feminist Anti-Pornography Movement, 1976-1986:
At 14 by 48 feet, high above Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles, the billboard dominated the skyline. The woman wore a lacy white bodice, artfully ripped to display her breasts. Her hands were tied with ropes, immobilized above her head, and her bruised legs were spread apart. She straddled an image of the Stones, with her pubic bone positioned just above Mick Jagger’s head. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her mouth hung open in an expression of pure sexual arousal, as if the rough treatment had wakened her desire and now she wanted more. The ad copy celebrated the mythic connection between sex and violence, reinforcing the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough: “I’m Black and Blue from the Rolling Stones and I Love It!”
The art exists on the internet in a much cleaner version that seems to have run as a full page magazine ad:
According to my source for the high-resolution magazine ad version, it ran as advertising in (at least) National Lampoon magazine. I can’t confirm whether that might be so, but I can say that the August 1976 “Compulsory Summer Sex Issue” of National Lampoon featured on its contents page this “answer back” version of the ad with the gender roles flipped:
The original (bound Anita Russel) ad does not appear anywhere in that August 1976 issue of National Lampoon, at least as the issue appears in the Internet Archive; but it might have appeared in other issues for all I know.
I should note that I emphatically do not endorse author Carolyn Bronstein’s dismissive condemnation of “the dangerous idea that women get excited when things get a little rough.” Dangerous the idea may be, especially as a generalized cultural assumption; but there’s manifest evidence that it’s also a truth, for some women at least and for wildly-varying values of “a little rough”. See eg., Rain DeGrey: “I love face punching & it was a huge part of my play for a long time. Was once kept in black eyes for 6 weeks.” A line from Paglia’s review refers to the “the acrimonious, long-running debate among feminists over whether sadomasochism is progressive or reactionary”; Bronstein’s dismissiveness strikes me as being a sniping shot in that unending war.
May 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a certain modern style of serious blowjobs in gonzo porn that goes far beyond the these-days-it-seems-so-gentle 1970s Deep Throat “position her head just so, give her time to adjust her gag reflex, and slide your cock smoothly down her throat” model of throat fucking. It’s a style that’s all about speed and forcefulness and a reckless disregard for inevitable vomit.
And so, dear readers, it’s Not For Me. Vomit and blood and scat are my unholy trinity; I do not like them in my porn and I do not want to encounter them sexually. No judgment on them as may disagree, just (very much) not my thing.
But it’s ErosBlog’s enduring mission to find and share all manner of accounts of sexual pleasure, with special attention to non-standard modes of pleasure not often described elsewhere. Somebody describing the sex thing they do and explaining why it’s hot for them, that’s the ErosBlog beat if there ever was one. And in that spirit, here’s Rain DeGrey in a blog post called Vomit At Christmas:
I am one of those rare girls that could get off from someone sucking my strap-on, but I had rather specific desires. Strapped between my legs, a cock became a weapon of destruction. I didn’t want someone to daintily slurp on my dick, I wanted to own the back of their throat.
I wanted to make people choke and gasp and flail about, eyes streaming, made even better if they were wearing massive amounts of eyeliner so that they ended up looking like a sad-eyed panda on the end of my dick. I wanted to shove my cock so deeply down someone’s mouth hole that every molecule of oxygen in their lungs was only there because I permitted it to be so. I wanted to face fuck someone until they vomited and then use their puke as lube to continue the face fucking. I wanted to destroy people with my dick, unraveling them to the very core of their being until they were an undone puddle of flesh at my feet.
With needs like this, it was not often that I met someone that could take it at the level I liked to dish it out at. This all changed when I met Juliette…
We rejoin Rain and Juliette on a stage at a kinky Christmas party in San Francisco:
When it was our turn to go on, I placed out some towels in a “splash circle” over the rubber mats that covered most of the wooden floor, then led Juliette onto the center of the towels. Turning to the sea of upturned faces, I announced “This is going to be a demonstration of edge play. Everything you are about to see is completely consensual. If vomit or breath play makes you uncomfortable, you are are free to leave.” Nobody made a motion to stir. “Alrighty then.” I said.
I pounced. There was no warm-up, no grace period. My strap-on was abruptly and forcefully sheathed to the hilt down Juliette’s cranked open mouth. She struggled and gasped, her thin limbs thrashing about uselessly. Her eyes watered and her makeup slowly shifted from “pretty party princess” to “mental disturbed with epilepsy hands”. Whenever makeup runs into cock, cock wins every single time. The drool flowed and thick viscous back of the throat slime ran down off her chin, coating her breasts. Whenever she would slide limply off my dick and onto the floor I would haul her back up by her increasingly disheveled hair and pop her back onto my cock. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. The cock truck.
Then the vomit started…
Lest you think this is some unique thing: it’s not. “She looked like she had been hit by a cock truck” is — if you judge by even the most cursory survey of the clips on your local tube site — is a destination on the erotic map that lots of people enjoy visiting, in their porn if perhaps (who knows?) not quite so often in their actual bedrooms. It’s really easy to see something “extreme” (by your own personal standards) on a porn tube and think “Damn, she’s only doing that because some creepy pornographer paid her a lot of money, nobody does that for fun.” What I’ve learned over the years — and it’s an important lesson for the many people out there with minority fetishes — is that “nobody does that for fun” almost always turns out to be wrong.
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January 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I’m a sucker for these “porn model describes the shoot” stories. Partly it’s the “informed porn consumer” angle that I’ve writing about for years, but mostly it’s just the “behind the scenes” glimpse at an industry of interest. So, here’s another one: Rain DeGrey writing about her very first shoot for Kink.com. (ElectroSex Blog, where I got the link, says it was this shoot.)
On the day I was booked to shoot I woke up early, mostly because I was too worked up to sleep properly. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning eagerly awaiting their chance to tear open all their presents in a frenzy of wrapping paper. Despite all the years I have now been doing modeling, I never ended up getting jaded. I still get that “nervous/excited/fluttery” feeling to this very day. Getting completely naked and vulnerable and cumming for the whole world to see and judge is a unique experience that you will never be able to grasp until you have tried it yourself.
Kink.com is located in an actual CASTLE, stretching a quarter of a block, 4 stories high and over a hundred rooms with a small river running through the basement level. It is like no other place in the world. The set department are constantly building and taking down sets so that rooms seem to shift, springing up and then vanishing overnight. Rope and floggers and shackles and ridiculously hot half naked people are everywhere as far as the eye can see. It is a kinky playground of the highest possible level.
I checked in with the talent department and filled out a check list of the activities I was willing to do with the Princess. I don’t think I checked a single “no” box on the list. You don’t say no to Princess Donna. Whatever she wanted to do to me, I was down. After being processed through the makeup and wardrobe departments I was ready to shoot. A friendly-faced PA showed up to take me down to the set where we were filming. I followed her, clad in a tiny white skirt and wearing the most makeup I had ever worn in my entire life.
The room was warm, verging on hot due to the giant lights set up everywhere that mercilessly chased away all shadows. Filming under bright lights on HD cameras gives you nowhere to hide and you can’t get away with skipping on shaving. I was sweating and we hadn’t even started yet…
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December 20th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I suppose there’s no way to scale this sort of thing into genuine comprehensive sex education for everybody in America, but I think that’s rather a pity. Here’s Rain DeGrey on spreading the knowledge:
I was quite surprised when a 17 year old girl called Kaylie from Pennsylvania tweeted at me saying she was a huge fan of my work. Kaylie seemed quite friendly, but she was 17! How could she of even heard of me? My goodness. Kids these days. I told her I would be unable to talk to her until she turned 18, which she understood and respected. On her 18th birthday, Kaylie tweeted at me to let me know she was now legal to talk to, and we started up a friendly correspondence. I turned her onto Fetlife, and even her mother started following me on twitter. How cool is that? A mother AND her daughter following a BDSM kinkster on twitter?
And then one day Kaylie contacted me saying she had a situation and she wanted to know if I could help her. As it tuned out, her “situation” was that she was planning on trying anal sex for the 1st time, and she was wondering if I had any advice.
Well. Ask me about anal and be prepared to have your ear talked off. Enemas, cleaning, lube, prep and stretching… there are a lot of factors to consider. I got Kaylie’s number, called her up, and gave her a phone version of my anal play class, and then sent her off to have butt sex for the 1st time with strict instructions to let me know how it went. She texted me the next day to tell me everything worked perfectly. Awwww!! That was my girl, making me proud.
I never thought because of porn I would be calling up 18 year old girls in Pennsylvania and teaching them how to have successful first time butt sex, but that is the power of the internet for you… you gotta love it. I still check in on her now and then, I feel rather protective of this girl I have never met. She has turned into a bit of an anal expert, and I am happy to of been a part of that.
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