October 13th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Coffee Table Fern
Coffee table decor took a step up when people started putting ferns on them. Yes, this grinning gal is Fern, from the defunct “All Ruth” site:
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October 12th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Blowjob, With Solid Handwork
This blowjob seems a little bit lackluster. Mostly she’s just slurping the tip. Is that schlong so large she truly can’t be expected to take it any deeper into her mouth? Or is this a lack-of-effort situation? I suppose she does get points for solid handling of the shaft:
Our fellatrix today is Angelina, as originally seen somewhere in the vast BangBros network.
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October 11th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
20 Years Of ErosBlog: Old Reviews Of Old Porn
Let me tell you a funny thing about sex blogging for more than two decades: I have bookmarks that are old enough to vote. No, no, of course you’re right: all my ancient hoarded links are broken! But the WayBack Machine is a thing, and somehow, over all these weary years, I’ve become one of the world’s leading professionals at finding old porn stuff in there. (Did I just say a true thing? I suspect I may have. People don’t exactly put “professional porn researcher” on their LinkedIn curricula vitae, so it’s rather hard to check.)
So anyway yes, I have the ancient porn links. I know where the boners are buried. I have links to forgotten sex blogs on old blogging platforms that nobody remembers. I have receipts, dang it.
A thing that I miss from 20 years ago is the genre of bloggers doing porn reviews like magazine writers used to do fancy book reviews. Smart people with a literary turn of mind, viewing porn — often rather stupid porn, as so much of it was and remains — as a text, and finding intelligent entertaining things to say about said text.
Who remembers the psuedonymous blogger “Kitty Bukkake”, blogging on the Diaryland platform? That would be me. Possibly only me, but at least I have receipts. Here’s three paragraphs from a much longer watch-and-review piece that Kitty did about the Jim Powers sleaze-classic American Bukkake 10. Kitty wrote this twenty years plus about a week ago:
Trinity Maxx is the first person to speak in American Bukkake 10. “Waiting is the hardest part, I tell ya,” she says to the camera, as a PA tells her “5 more minutes.” They chat about how porn time is different than regular time, and she explains, again to the camera, “The plot thickens.” I don’t know what she meant. I do know she seems to have a bit of a Boston accent, she’s white and very pretty. I wonder if she went to my high school.
Cut to Trinity’s solo scene. She finds herself alone in a concrete room and decides it is the perfect place to strip off her silver two-piece and masturbate. So she does for a while, and then she’s on a platform doing it more, but now in front of about 30 or 40 guys sitting crosslegged on the floor. I’m going to refer to these men as jerkoffs (the site for the video is jerkoffzone.com, so don’t take it the wrong way). Someone claps from off-camera and the jerkoffs stand up. Another clap and they pull down their underwear. A third clap and they hold their underwear above their heads, and a final clap brings shouts of “Bukkake!” and the flinging of the underwear at Trinity, who laughs and throws a pair of black boxers into the air gleefully. This is supposed to replicate the ancient Japanese ritual of bukkake, probably, and it happens at the beginning of every scene.
Pretty much right after the underwear gets tossed, the jerking off gets going. Trinity leans against a trashbag-covered backrest. Lots of the noises she supposedly makes are overdubbed. Her lips are closed and still she aahs; her teeth are clenched and yet she oohs. That’s the soundtrack, along with some instrumental music (I keep expecting it to stop for an operator to tell me that my call will be answered in the order in which it was received), the guys’ heavy breathing and grunting, plus some loud cameras. She tries to look as if she is having a sensual and enjoyable experience but I don’t believe her. Though I am trying not to say things like “She couldn’t possibly enjoy having three dozen strangers beat off on her head!” In therapy, I’ve found myself making blanket statements about how people feel, and my therapist replies with a “why not?” or a “you think?” and I realize that I’m just being judgmental and stupid, because there’s no telling what a person will do for love or money given the opportunity. Trinity says thank you to the jerkoffs sometimes, and she’s sort of sweet to them.
And that’s just the first scene! Kitty does the entire videotape (remember those?) in all its dubious and explosively-sticky glory.
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October 10th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Getting A Super BJ
When Supergirl gives you a blowjob, you know it’s gonna be pretty special!
The artist is MJ Bivouac.
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October 9th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Susan’s Candle
Poor Susan. All dressed up and nowhere to go! She got stood up by her regular Friday evening sex date, and she’s mad about that. Fortunately, she’s got a nice fat thick candle and an active imagination:
The evening should have been good. Hungers had been building for too long a time and should have been satisfied, but that hope was dashed now and the hunger built a raw edge.
With it, came a rush of sexual images, nude bodies in the various acts of love began to writhe in her mind, her body began to feel the touches of hands, fingers began to slide up her thighs and play in her crotch.
Susan was surprised to look down and find that the fingers were her own. It was too late to stop, so she allowed her fingers to play with the too sensitive lips of her pussy, then gave a little groan of passion as a finger moved into her slit.
But it wouldn’t be right, she warned herself. There had been many times when her finger sufficed nicely, but this time, she needed the feeling of a stout cock inside her, filling her and making her squirm.
Susan forced herself to get up and hurry to the dresser. Opening the drawer, she reached under a pile of sheets and picked up the candle. It was something she used only at special times, and this was a special time.
As she walked back to the bed, she caressed it in both hands. Already, it was becoming a cock, long and hard and smooth. It was a big candle, as big as any cock she had ever seen or felt.
On the bed again, the candle lying beside her, the phantom lover began to fondle her body. He did it well, as he caressed breasts and thighs fondly while whispering words of love and passion and raw sex.
“Oh yes, lover, yes! I’m ready for you…” Susan closed her hand around his strong, massive cock. “Oh, my darling lover, I’m so ready, I’ll put it in for you. Oh oh, you’re so big and long, oh lover… oh… oh!”
While the fingers of her left hand parted the moist, pink lips, her other hand guided his prick and she felt the bigness of him forcing entry.
As she writhed in delicious surrender, the big cock pushed farther and farther into her cunt until she was filled. And then, he began to stroke, the smooth piston sliding in and out, spreading the thrill of the fuck through her entire body.
Through her flaring passion, she heard her lover tell in beautifully frank words of the beauty of her cunt and the sweet way she fucked.
And then, all too soon, the big moment was arriving. Her body tensed, poised high, and she was coming. In her delirious joy, she felt the man coming into her at the same moment, felt his hot, rich semen spurting deeply into her cunt and flooding her belly.
It was a wonderful come and went on and on. Each time she thought it was finished, her body would twitch again, the moist walls of her cunt would close around the prick to squeeze it. Her little uncontrollable gasps continued until at last, her body fell back to the bed, limp, tired, but, at last, satisfied.
At the same moment, she withdrew the candle which was, again, a candle. The reality of it spoiled nothing for her. There are women who feel a sense of shame after masturbating, but Susan was not one of these.
A woman who didn’t have a good lover, she believed, was a fool to settle for an inferior lover or to be ashamed of making love to herself.
Getting up from the bed, Susan looked at herself in the mirror as she stood with her feet wide apart. Pressing her hands along the tops of her thighs with just the tips of her beautiful fingers in her crotch, Susan swore she could feel the physical sense of well-being with her fingers. It was a positive thing, a positive joy.
She had bought the candle, two of them in fact, in a gift package at a nearby church. At the time of purchase, she had hoped she looked pious enough to the thin lipped, sere old woman who sold them to her.
Susan had almost told the woman what she was going to use them for. The urge to do so, and to see the expression on the woman’s face, had been strong, but she managed to resist.
Returning to the bed, she picked up the candle, dried it carefully, and returned it to the drawer.
“So long, lover,” she said with a little grin. “I’ll call you next time I need you.”
Closing the drawer, she went into the kitchen, refilled her glass, and, still nude, walked into the living room and settled down with a good book.
From a 1969 stroke book called The Administrator, by Randy Van Horn.
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October 8th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Some Nipple Sensation
Whether your breath catches when you see this might be a measure of how much physical empathy you have:
Via Titty Blog.
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October 7th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Feral Woman Of The Woods
She had enough. She got a tattoo, threw away her clothes, and ran away to the woods. She’s much happier now:
This is a vintage stereogram aka stereograph card, if I’m not mistaken. No solid idea on the date.
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