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July 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus

How Low Can She Go?

I like this picture because it’s so obviously innocent. She’s perhaps drunk, certainly having a good time, and most likely unaware that her short denim dress is betraying her.

limbo chick with no panties accidentally gives the photographer a pretty show

Limbo would be much more fun if there were more like her!

 
July 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus

Computer, Talk Dirty To Me

Here’s a fun little toy: a text-to-speech demonstrator from AT&T Labs. It has lots of different voices and no inhibitions. Check it out by selecting the Audrey voice and making her say something like “Your cock is enormous. Please put it up my cunt” in a cute British accent.

Not all phrases come out natural sounding, but many do. Almost as much fun as a phone sex line, and it has the added benefit of being free!

Besides, I think Audrey-the-computer-voice likes ErosBlog.

 
July 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus

“All the Ooze That’s Fit To Print”

Here’s a new-to-me porn blog with a cool name (FlufferSmut: The Porn Blog That Cares) and an even cooler manifesto:

We are human miracles. Each one of us perfectly unique.

We can pick our clothes and our hairstyle…and choose the way we look.

But we have NO control over what turns us on. That’s why porn is good. It connects us with our pure impulses.

We will consume it. So lets not make it a source of shame…lets make it a place of honesty and positivity.

(Missing apostrophes in original.) Anyway, lots of nice porn links and none of the ones I clicked on took me to pop-up hell, which is refreshingly unusual.

 
July 5th, 2003 -- by Bacchus

Of Course She Knew What You Were Thinking

Michelle from Sweetness Follows discovered the “Secret S & M Section” at the tack shop and it totally disrupted her lunch break:

Looked at the whips and bats up on the wall… okay so they were actually intended for horses, not for S & M. There was a basket full of riding crops. All different lengths and sizes, with different tips — some with big flat parts on the ends, some with a long leather whip-like cord, some with smaller flat parts (I realize I don’t have the terminology correct).

And I stood there, and thought of all the uses they could be put to.

“This one,” I thought, looking at one with the whip-like end “could be used on my tits and my nipples. This one,” (the one with the bigger flat part on the end) “is for my ass and my pussy. And this one,” (the one with the small flat end) “would be for when Mike has me hold open my ass so that he can spank my asshole”.

I stood there, looking through them, picking them up, feeling their weight and texture in my hands. I imagined myself, spread open in front of Mike while he spanked me with that riding crop, making my outer lips all red, until he had me open my cunt so that he could slap my inner lips, my pussy hole, even fucking me with the handle, and calling me a bad, dirty, slutty little girl the whole time. I imagined him having me stand in front of him, hands behind my back, back arched, presenting my tits to him, and the sting of that leather cord on my nipples, the undersides of my breasts…. I imagined how it would feel, after 20 minutes of being spanked mercilessly on the ass with that first riding crop, only to have him tell me to spread my ass open and slap my asshole with that last, smaller crop. The one that would sting the most, I think.

To make sure, I tested them all, slapping them against my palm.

At that point I was glad I was wearing a skirt because the wetness from my pussy had already soaked through my underpants, and would surely be showing through pants, had I been wearing them. As it was I could feel my thighs, slick with pussy juice.

“Do you need some help choosing one?” I nearly jumped out of my skin, then turned to face the girl who worked there. I know she didn’t know what I’d been thinking, but still… I blushed a little. “Oh… no, just looking…”

Dollars to doughnuts, more than half the riding crops that store sells never touch a horse. And they know it.

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July 4th, 2003 -- by Bacchus

Happy Fourth of July!

I’ve been saving this image since forever to post today, and then I almost forgot. What a catastrophe that would have been:

nude with fireworks

Looks like an explosively good time!

 
July 3rd, 2003 -- by Bacchus

Name That Sex Toy

Do you spend too much time hanging out in sex toy stores? Here’s a chance to test your mad brand identification skillz:

Name That Sex Toy

Alas, every now and then the pictures have lame and inconsistent censoring on them. What kind of weak sister writes a sex toy quiz but doesn’t have the strength of conviction to show pictures…15% of the time? Sorry if this sounds harsh, but censoring pictures of sex toys strikes me as actively bad, like censoring safe sex information so that sexual newbies can’t see exactly where the condom goes. What are we doing, protecting sensitive eyes from pictures of…plastic? Pegs my Lame-O-Meter.

Oh yeah…I missed two.

 
July 2nd, 2003 -- by Bacchus

Vibrating Cock Rings: A Consumer’s Report

Although I’ve long been pleased to link to Violet Blue’s blog, the blog itself is not all there is to see at her Tiny Nibbles site. For instance, she offers that all-too-rare beast, real sex toy reviews with nitty-gritty details of the things in actual use. Here’s a paragraph from her article on vibrating cock rings, just to give you the flavor:

I had been very curious about the Neptune Ring Vibe, the vibrating cock ring that has been around Good Vibes almost as long as I have. I’ve sold more of those little pink dolphins than there are fish in the Steinhart Aquarium and I’ve been dreaming about wrapping that little pink ring around some lucky guy and going for a ride. My day had come, and hopefully so would I. Batteries in, dolphin working great, and onto him it went. We tried it on his lubed-up shaft (hint: lube the boy, not the toy — ahhh!) and attempted a fit. One of the things I was beginning to notice was that he needed to be all the way inside me for me to feel the buzz, so as delicious as thrusting was, the vibration was intermittent. I was on top and the dolphin still wasn’t hitting my clit in that just-so way, and my bright boy had an idea: doggie-style.

As anyone who’s ever been disappointed by a sex toy can tell you (and who hasn’t?) the world needs more of this sort of research and writing.

 
 
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