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March 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Wrangling loaves in and out of a hot brick oven is warm work. You may not see a naked baker every day — aprons are just prudent — but after the apron goes on, there’s certainly no reason to wear much else:
Artwork via the cover of Gigetto #5.
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February 28th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
This lurid account of a staged sex show featuring a simultaneous double blowjob is from The Hidden Camera by Susan Carter. It’s a Liverpool Library Press (LLP) stroke book first published in 1972, number 215 in the Rear Window series (RWS/215):
The two naked men on the stage began to manhandle the voluptuous girl with a cruel kind of contempt. Herman, the big blond chauffeur, seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see her nakedly rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly twinned. She rocked and undulated as Ben, the dark-haired butler and bodyguard, reached forward with big rough hands and began massaging her softly quivering breasts, which excited the crowd even more.
Her back still to the audience, the men made her bend over, forcing her down with their brute masculine strength. As she bent over and spread her legs to keep her balance, her buttocks were completely exposed, as was her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit with its swollen vaginal lips. The men treated the girl roughly, each of them seizing a cheek of her ass and spreading it to show her anus hidden deep in her fleshy crevice.
The audience was beginning to urge the threesome on, whispering obscenities as men and women caressed each other lewdly in the dark.
“Fuck her!” was hissed.
“Make her suck!” another breathed.
“Fuck her, fuck her ass,” another said hoarsely.
“I’d give a hundred… no, two… no, damn it, I’d give anything to spend a night with her.”
“Fuck her, fuck her silly.”
“Quiet.” The voice of Fred Hartman cut through the air that was heavy with cigarette and marijuana smoke, stopping all the dark-time talk. Couples lewdly caressed one another in silence while they looked at the stage with predatory eyes.
The men suddenly freed her, and she whirled around on the audience, her voluptuously full breasts dancing as she turned. Her beautiful face was animated, and it was obvious she had enjoyed being so obscenely displayed in front of everyone and hearing their vulgar suggestions.
Her hands wrapped themselves around the rampant shafts of the now fully thick cocks, and she began stroking them in a lewd time, pulling the skin all the way back until she fully exposed their purplish mushroom heads. Both Ben and Herman began fondling and caressing her lushly ripened breasts. They got rougher with each passing second, pinching her nipples and almost brutally massaging the soft flowing flesh. Their hard hands were getting wild and running all over her naked body, and she permitted them to do whatever they liked. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as she closed her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly parted lips as she stroked their iron-hard cocks with both her hands while their fingers roughly probed at the sensitive flesh up between her long lithe legs.
Obscenely, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her bare toes, giving the men a better avenue to her cuntal opening. She grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as Ben’s thick forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing pussy. He began sawing in and out of the lust-dampened cunt, his finger glistening with her lubrication.
Now the room was intently silent. The atmosphere changed from high-charged sexuality, to a silent, intent lewdness. Everyone watched as the girl jutted her hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever so slightly, in time to the finger sawing in and out of her wetly clasping vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two cocks and stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Herman grabbed her long, coal-black hair from behind and pulled her head back. Their open mouths locked together in a long lewd kiss. Their wetly hot tongues could be seen licking at each other as his big hands pawed and fondled her proud naked breasts.
The room seemed to be growing hotter, and everyone pressed closer to the stage as they realized what they were seeing: a no-holds-barred ravishment of a girl who looked like she belonged on the society page or in a Hollywood movie. The combination of her stunning looks and obvious sensuality and wantonly wild behavior was too much. Men made secret plans to abandon their wives and mates later on in the evening in order to get to this pagan girl who was writhing so lewdly in front of them.
The scene grew wilder and low animal moans came from the crowd as they watched the girl slowly sinking to the stage floor. The finger was pulled from the tight opening up between her legs with a wetly plopping sound, as Ben and Herman slowly forced the girl down on her knees.
Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, her hips pumping lewdly all the while, she knelt on the floor of the stage between the two men, still rhythmically stroking their huge cocks. Her eyes half closed, she turned her head and looked longingly at Ben’s erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face.
The men shuffled in on either side of her, giving her little room. With a look of pure bliss on her face, the girl pulled Ben’s thickly pulsating cock down to her half-open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick its huge swollen head. Then, opening her mouth wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of hard flesh into the warm moist confines of her mouth. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she began sucking.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!” Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. Zippers were opened and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone watched the nakedly kneeling girl begin hungrily sucking on the penis as her other hand stroked the blond Herman’s excited penis. Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Ben’s long pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big bodyguard began to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his powerful hips pumping back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached down to tangle in her long charcoal black hair and hold her head in place as he began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.
Herman meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. The room was thick now with cigarette smoke and the pungent, sweetish smell of hashish. Couples were openly and lewdly embracing each other. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air as men were drinking, a fever in their flesh as they watched the salaciously exciting spectacle up on stage. Clothes were being dropped hastily to the floor with a sibilant rustle as almost everyone felt the need to be naked. Yet every eye was on the stage and the helpless girl who was so obscenely crouched between the two men.
The girl pulled Ben’s wetly glistening cock from her mouth with obvious reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to take in Herman’s long hard thickness. Her free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her lewdly hungering mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, and she fondled its heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back and forth over the hot pole of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity.
The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly fondling her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to this girl, and they were growing wilder and rougher with each passing second. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her mouth at the same time.
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long hair as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in the audience left their seats to press around the stage in order to see this obscene humiliation of the girl. Her head was forced back and her mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both massively thickened penises were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and pulling them toward her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the sight of the voluptuous girl sucking both lust-thickened cocks at once…
February 27th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I feel sorry for our unfortunate male victim of — whatever these women on the cover of a Man’s Combat pulp magazine are — but he needs to refer back to his Field Guide to North American Hippies. Because these are not hippies, and that’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works!
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February 26th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
“It’s quite clearly obvious that they are utterly disgusting and must do in fact disgust any decent-minded people!” That’s how this tightly-wound retired British major opens his sputtering interview with an amused BBC reporter. He goes on to rail at length about the five or six shops that have mannequin porn “up against the glass” where “you can really not avoid them!”
I don’t know if anybody else in the seaside resort town of Eastbourne in East Sussex in 1959 was unduly aroused by shop window mannequins, but judging by the height of this major’s dudgeon, I think we can safely conclude that they were powerful fetish fuel for him. Projection much, major?
No, he’s very convinced the mannequin porn is a public menace: “I cannot believe that these displays are anything else but harmful.” And as always, the lurkers support him in email:
“I’ve had numerous letters and telephone messages from people, not only resident in Eastbourne, emphatically endorsing my action. I’m hoping that local opinion may ultimately put a stop to these unpleasant exhibitions and thereby remove a slur from the good name of this town.”
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February 25th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
As if we didn’t have enough problems, there’s a mounting body of evidence that Google now has an attention span somewhat shorter than ten years. After ten years or so, Google forgets things. Or, perhaps, Google just can’t be bothered to index these older web pages, because there’s no money in it.
A commenter mentioned this after my post wherein I spoke of the pain of the Kink.com transition to their “new” (2016) Kink Unlimited product that broke many hundreds of my old links. It turns out that blogging pioneer and web-bones architect Tim Bray noticed the Google-dementia phenomenon about a year ago, writing that “Google has stopped indexing the older parts of the Web.”
Bray had discovered that his old blog posts weren’t turning up in Google searches even when he chased them with extremely precise search terms. I had noticed the same thing, but I assumed it was the “Google hates porn” filter that was killing me. (More on this later.)
Bray also noticed that Bing and Duck-Duck-Go were finding his old posts just fine. The implication is that it’s not some inherent “the web has gotten too big to index” problem, but rather it’s a deliberate choice by Google to focus on newer, fresher material. Bray:
My mental model of the Web is as a permanent, long-lived store of humanity’s intellectual heritage. For this to be useful, it needs to be indexed, just like a library. Google apparently doesn’t share that view.
Indeed.
A couple of days later, Marco Fioretti expanded on Bray’s post with his own examples of the things Google forgets, and had this additionally to say:
Unless we’re all missing something here, it seems more correct to say that Google forgets stuff that is more than 10 years old. If this is the case, Google will remember and index a smaller part of the web every year. Google may do so simply because it would be impossible to do more, for economical and/or technological constraints, which sooner or later would also hit its competitors. But this only makes bigger the problem of what to remember, what to forget and above all who and how should remember and forget.
Neither Bray nor Fioretti applied the term “dementia” to Google. I got that term from an earlier (2017) blog post by open-data maven Tony Hirst, that was referenced in the comments on Bray’s post. Hirst posits that Google is getting both paranoid (because of SEO and other factors) and forgetful. To Hirst, Google seems rooted in the past, crediting signals of link authority that people are mostly not using these days (publication of links on websites) and not able to properly weight or remember the social media signals that accompany most links modernly. It’s a different problem to be sure from the one that Bray and Fioretti highlighted, but the terminology seems applicable here too.
My observations, from my perspective inside the adult/porn parts of the web, are parallel with Hirst’s. Google’s digital dementia is even more severe with respect to adult URLs, because our #pornocalypse-driven exclusion from so much social media means that our links are automatically absent from so many of Google’s modern page quality signals and ranking algorithms.
Here’s my own example, showing the type of digital dementia Bray highlighted. There’s an ErosBlog post from 2005 called Dildoes In the Subway (that’s the post title.) As of this writing, if you search for those four words in quotes, Google will admit to knowing of four places on the web — including three on ErosBlog — where that phrase exists, but Google doesn’t seem to know that the post itself exists:
Bing? Bing still has possession of all its faculties, and returns the proper post as the first search result:
I’ve been seeing this phenomenon for years, but honestly? I just assumed it was a porn thing. Google hates stinky porn sites like mine, and is always pretending not to know about pages that are actually in its index. Usually what this means is that you haven’t used enough “porn words” in your search query to convince Big Brother Google that you realio-trulio want a porn result, so the porn result is being hidden from you for your own good. But that’s probably not the case here, because “dildoes” ought to be porny enough. And anyway, we can test this; adding the “site:erosblog.com” search filter should override the “it’s for your own good” anti-porn filters:
Nope! Google is being adamant here; it knows of three places on ErosBlog that mention this post, but the post itself? Not in the Google index any more.
Just in case you’re skeptical or curious, though, here’s what it looks like when you’re searching for an ErosBlog page that actually is (unlike the Dildos In The Subway page) in Google’s dementia-ridden memory, only Google doesn’t want to show it to you, because stinky porn. I wrote a post in 2005 called The Pony Girls Of Ancient Egypt that contains the unique-on-the-web (until I hit the publish button on this post) phrase “a charioteer boffing a woman”.
Google knows about it. Google hasn’t forgotten it. Google has the charioteer-boffing in its index, all right:
But apparently “boffing” is an insufficiently pornographic word to signify that I am an adult who wants to see porn, genuinely and truly. Because, even though I have all the so-called “safe search” settings turned as far off as Google will allow these days, here’s what Google pretends to know about my Egyptian pony girls once I remove the site:erosblog.com search constraint. That’s right, it’s Sergeant Schultz time: they know nothing! Pony girls? Boffing charioteers? New phone, new search engine, who dis?
Increasingly I find myself going to Bing when I need completeness in a search result. Google’s digital dementia, it turns out, is part of why that has become necessary.
February 24th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I was doing some Google searches on old ErosBlog posts (about which more soon) when I discovered something amusing. Fourteen years ago I had a point to make in the endless wars that Serious Ideological Feminists were then waging (and, to a lesser extent, are still trying to wage to this day) against pornography. One of these extremists claimed that we pigdog porn consumers “CANNOT know if the girl you are masturbating to is, in reality, a sexual slave from Austria who has a gun pointed at her head just off camera.” To which my response back in 2005 was:
Yeah. And you cannot know that the bottle of salad dressing you pour on your salad isn’t full of stale unpasteurized jizz from bored wanking food factory workers, either. But that doesn’t make it likely, or stop you from eating creamy salads. Why not? Because of branding. If you worry about funky jizz in your dressing, you buy a reputable brand from a company you trust, one that’s got white-coated vat inspectors and security cams all over the factory floor. And, if you really worry, you do research. You get a tour of the factory, or (more likely) read the article in Consumer Reports by the reporter who worked there for three days undercover. The point is, you check into it a little bit.
This is perfectly possible with porn. You look for accounts of what it’s like to work for a particular porn company, how they treat their people, how the sets are run, whatever you’re worried about. Of course you can’t disprove sensationalist claims about porn factories full of enslaved Eastern European beauties this way – folks who want to cling to that fantasy will continue to do so, brandishing their “news” stories from The Weekly World News, National Enquirer, and Reader’s Digest – but you can satisfy yourself, along with any other reasonable people who might be curious, that the porn you buy is sex slave free.
Imagine my amusement and delight to discover that my stale-jizz salad-dressing analogy got quoted with approval in the middle of mostly-useless 2010 train wreck of a porn wars comment thread at Scienceblogs.com. That turkey of a thread is more than 46,000 words of hateful thrash (according to wordcounter.net) and I cannot recommend hardly any of it to you. My sense is that the porn wars are mostly more sophisticated these days, or perhaps I’ve just gotten better at avoiding the worst dens of festering idiocy.
There were a few high points among the 46k words of headbanging. Perhaps my favorite bits were these paragraphs by commenter “spit”:
Wow, the porn wars will never end. Never. I still have scars from earlier battles in it. Y’all are way behind.
I guess my take at this point, as a pretty damn feministy feminist, is that both sides are kind of wrong. I think it’s really pretty clear to me that porn can involve exploitation, that it doesn’t have to by nature (but frequently does), that it may encourage some people toward nastiness but not others, and that it likely has social effects on attitudes about women and is also a product of those and other longstanding attitudes about women (positive feedback loop).
People are often capable of having all sorts of fantasies that they don’t find ethical and would never actually act on. The origin of those fantasies may well be social attitudes, so in that regard, the problem isn’t just the gross porn nearly so much as it is that there’s a market for it in the first place. Of course, how much of that is a feedback loop is anybody’s guess. Those attitudes are built and reinforced in any number of troubling ways, porn simply being one of the easiest to argue about. But I tend to view what exploitation is in it as a symptom much more than a cause, I guess, and know better than to think that people would suddenly respect women sexually if they stopped watching porn while they’re still living in a culture that objectifies girls as infants. I guess in that regard, I just feel like I have other fish to fry, except in the cases of coerced stuff or utter lack of consent. My opinion, of course, and others’ mileage may vary.
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February 23rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I watched this animated .gif of porn superstar Seka undressing for… awhile. No matter how many times she shucks out of this dress, it never seems to get old. Obviously I didn’t watch forever. But I’ll admit I watched for quite a time:
The animation captures a few moments from the 1980 classic A Place Beyond Shame, in which Seka plays an international sex symbol who has (briefly, implausibly) lost all her libido. Fortunately, a handy hypnotist helps her find it again. (The thanks of a grateful public, and cetera.)
Click the image below for a larger (1280 pixels) but static view of Seka’s dress removal in progress:
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