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March 30th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
It’s not easy to find a porn upside to a global pandemic, but I am here at ErosBlog to do this heavy lifting for you.
The first item on my list of positives is that everybody stuck at home has a lot more time for looking at porn and doing what comes naturally. If you’re lucky enough to have privacy, you’ll be doing a lot more surfing of your porn lists like Reach Porn. It’s fine, though, because hey! You’ll be washing your hands soon anyway…
The very next item on my upside list is that fetishes always breed in difficult times. This is natural. Nobody fully understand what makes fetishes gel in your sexual psyche, but one common model is that when normal human arousal and unusual stimuli coincide, those unusual stimuli tend to become associated with the arousal. I’ve mentioned before my friend who came away from a long and humiliating hospital stay where he couldn’t manage his own business, with a permanent fetish for nurses and pee. I knew another guy who dated his leg fetish to his childhood, when his aunt routinely made him — a short kid whose eyes were at the right level — help her adjust the seams of her stockings for straightness and parallelism.
So now we find ourselves social distancing, and a lot of people are wearing masks. It’s a stressful time. But people will nonetheless experience sexual arousal — it never stops. The consequence is inevitable — one hell of a lot of people are going to come out of this with a mask fetish.
In Asia, the source of kinky porn and, sometimes, zoonotic viruses, they are way ahead of us on the mask wearing. It only stands to reason that Japanese porn is a few years ahead of us in generating surgical mask porn, too. I checked in the usual places and sure enough, my intuition was not disappointed. Rule 34 lives; the thing exists, and there is definitely porn of it!
That said, I’ll confess I didn’t expect to find numerous pictures of masked women giving blowjobs. This would seem to violate basic principles of physical and social distancing. Shack up with a plague buddy if you must, but if you still need the mask, maybe also keep dicks out of your mouth?
There is a certain logic to it, though. I mean, no; we should be staying entirely away from people who could infect us, not sucking their cocks. But sometimes the demands of a lover cannot be denied:
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!
Thomas Campion wrote that urgent couplet more than 400 years ago. All signs indicate that Campion was gay as a three-dollar bill, so he may have known something extra about dicks, and the urgent need for the sucking of them.
And that’s where the logic of the mask-wearing cocksucker finally comes to the fore. Sometimes, stuff’s gonna happen no matter what. It may not be smart, but that changes nothing. In such a case, well, one still hopes to avoid getting droplets in one’s respiratory system, and a mask can maybe help with that.
Stay home, wash your hands, and stay safe!
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September 20th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Much has been written about the numerical imbalance between men who want to be dominated by women, and the women who are inclined to do it. I am agnostic on the question; I’ve seen many conflicting explanations for why such an imbalance exists. But that there is such an imbalance seems to be a matter of consensus.
The resulting frustration this causes the men who have a serious femdom fetish works itself out in all kinds of interesting ways. Most famously, it supports an entire category of lucrative sex work. The women who do this kind of sex work have so much social and cultural mindshare that the term “dominatrix” is in danger of losing its functional meaning (a woman who is, perhaps aggressively, sexually dominant toward men) and increasingly is coming to refer strictly to this specialized type of sex workers.
The frustration of would-be submissive men also supports specialized dating sites. “Meet a dominatrix” type sites flourish. And anywhere that explicit personals have ever been found, this subset of men-seeking-women ads were always a noisily-thriving category.
Remember, too, Rule 34 of the internet: if a thing exists, there is porn of it. Dominatrix porn has always been a flourishing category — so much so that it’s created the “severe black leather and a sneer” stereotype. Real dominatrixes (only pedants with a classical education call them “dominatrices”) adopt a wide variety of costumes and demeanors, whether they are dominating for money or for their own love of that sort of games. I’m not saying that revealing black leather isn’t a popular choice, but it’s hardly exclusive! And as for sneering, well, it happens. But– dudes, you know? Some sneering’s gonna happen, it’s inevitable. Nevertheless I’m sure — if only because I’ve read a lot of dominatrix social media over the years — that there’s lots and lots of loving and unsneerful dominatrixing going on out there.
Be that as it may, it’s the dominatrix porn that’s my main interest in this area. I’m not wired to be particularly interested in female domination as an activity that involves me or my precious tender bits, but I have a downright catholic interest in porn. Erotic artists (more often men than women) have been astonishingly prolific in their pornographic depictions of dominatrixes. I have to suspect this is in part because many artists are originally seduced into making erotic art in order to better engage with the material of their own unrealized fantasies. So, circling back to the original premise of this post: there are a lot of guys with unrealized dominatrix fantasies out there. And, thus, a ton of erotic femdom art.
The dominatrix art in this post? It comes from a German erotic graphic novel called S And M Opera.
March 27th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
I have been saving the following Milo Manara artwork for a special occasion. The art originally graced the cover of a CD-ROM published around the turn of the century, and has been “cleaned up” to remove some of the commercial markings from the CD-ROM cover. “Turn of the century” is a rough guess, judging by the fact that the software supported by the CD-ROM included Windows 98 (released in 1998) but not Windows XP, which was released in 2001. In the artwork, we see a couple of lovely naked ladies in Manara’s trademark style, playing with each other via a HUGE (by modern standards) webcam:
You may be wondering: what’s the special occasion I’ve been saving the artwork for? In truth, I didn’t know myself. It turned out to be a request I received from Mistress World. They asked me to turn my skills at researching and porn art curation to the topic of camgirls, cams, camming, and especially fetish cams, which are their special thing and particular forte.
Obviously this is a bit of a challenge, since networked computers and webcams themselves date to precisely 1993, and the earliest webcam had a subject no more exciting than a coffeepot at the University of Cambridge:
History does not record the occasion of the first sexy camshow or the first kinky camgirl, but clearly seven years was plenty of time for the phenomenon to engage the popular imagination, if someone was willing to pay an artist of Manara’s stature to prepare what they would have called a “multimedia presentation” about sexy camgirls by 2000 (or so).
The 90s are remembered, in fact, for so-called “life-casters” — voyeuristic performers who kept webcams running on their lives, in the course of which they were sometimes nude and indeed sometimes had sex on camera. The first and most famous of these lifecasters was Jenni, who ran JenniCam from her college dorm. Later there were also AnaCam, DaniCam, and AtomCam, all before the turn of the century. But, especially at first, their always-on or most-always-on shows were only sporadically sexy, they were one-way shows with limited or no audience feedback, and they weren’t anything like the paid-erotic entertainment webcam shows we know today:
There’s some historical dispute about which of the lifecasters first discovered that they could set up paid memberships and extra-sexy private “pay-per-minute” shows to spin webcam gold, but it seems to have happened around 1998. By 2000 or so, certainly, it was definitely becoming big business!
Inject that kind of supercharged sexy spice into the popular culture and give Rule 34 almost twenty years to work its magic, and there should be a ton of secondary porn about camgirls out there, including the subgenre I went looking for, which was art (especially fan art) about camgirls and fetish camshows. I was expecting to find a metric buttload of it! In that I was disappointed; there’s less of it out there than I thought I would find. But I am who I am; my porn search skills are not easily thwarted. I did indeed find several nice pieces of fetish camgirl art.
The first of these is titled simply Camgirl, by artist Reptileye:
The next is a spanking extravaganza called “Put on a show!” by artist Mcrocks:
And finally, a bit of orgasmic pillowbiting for a camming audience called Inumimi CamGirl, by artist VeryMediocre:
If you know of any more camming and camgirl-themed art, please feel free to link it in the comments. In particular I expected to find fan-art tributes to particular camgirls, and in fact that didn’t turn up hardly at all in my searches. I won’t be at all surprised to find out that I missed some whole art community that one of you learned commenters can link me to.
March 13th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
The theory that every fetish out there is prefigured by a panel in an Archie comic is, I just realized, a variant of Rule 34: if a fetish exists, there is probably an Archie panel featuring it. Today’s evidence is a panel featuring a femdom giantess complete with a whip, and what makes this “special” is that the whip makes no sense in context of the story and doesn’t otherwise appear.
The panel itself is from an Archie Andrews story in Pep Comics #50 from 1944.
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May 2nd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Apparently they do things differently in Hong Kong:
Rule 34: It is real. And I can prove it!
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October 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Rule 34 is real. If a thing exists, there is porn of it. No exceptions. And it turns out that hot Mormon girls are no more immune to the rule than anybody else. MormonGirlz is a website featuring young LDS ladies breaking the law of chastity (most typically with each other) for your viewing pleasure. In one recent update (look for “Sister Davis & Sister Price, Washing And Anointing”) two devout members of “the church of sexy saints and latter-day sinners” get sidetracked by lesbian lust during something called the endowment ceremony:
The endowment is a symbolic journey, during which temple-goers are introduced to a room the represents the celestial kingdom. Before they are endowed, they are washed and anointed with consecrated oil. The person being anointed is completely nude except for an open robe that the person performing the ordinance lifts to anoint the breast, the belly and the loins. On this occasion, Sister Price will be washing and anointing her companion, Sister Davis. Davis knows Price wouldn’t dare violate the holy temple with impure thoughts or deeds, but when she’s standing in from of Sister Price, totally nude, with goosebumps from the cold and her nipples rigid from rubbing against her robe, she can’t think of anything but the taste of her companion’s wet pussy.
Sister Price puts a little oil on her fingers and begins the ritual. She explains the washing and anointing, then touches Sister Davis’s forehead and eyes, pronouncing a blessing on each. When she gets to her huge, perfect breasts, she forgets her lines and starts to grope them…
By the time Sister Price reaches Sister Davis’s loins, they both know where this is going. Sister Price lets her hand linger on her companion’s pussy. She runs her hand up her thigh and then rubs her crotch. She gets on her knees to bless her legs and feet, and Sister Davis decides it’s time to get things started. She puts a hand on Sister Price’s head and guides it up into her pussy…
Now tell me truly, people: when was the last time you saw pleated skirts in a porn?
You are welcome.
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June 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
[What follows is a guest post by Molly Ren. There’s a sense in which you could read it as a stylish advertisement for her erotic ebook Gummy Bears, and I’m perfectly fine with that. Why? Because it’s also a rare celebration of minority erotic sentiments and hard-to-satisfy erotic urges. And finally, it illustrates many of the points Dr. Faustus argued so persuasively in his seven-part epic series on making your own porn. — Bacchus]
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Porn for Peculiar People:
by Molly Ren
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Recently, at a geek convention, I found myself sitting in front of a demonstration of a card game a friend of mine was very excited about. All of the cards depicted different versions of a slim-waisted naked woman, joyously decked out in ribbons, sparkles, and delicate crowns. She looked as if she’d just descended from space to either bury your face in her boobs or vaporize you with her astral power.
“I love fanservice,” my friend gushed as he showed off the cards. He went on to talk about how naked people added a bit of extra joy to what was already an interesting game, and suddenly I was sad.
“I want fanservice,” I said.
Another friend patted me on the back consolingly. “For you,” he said, “that would be more difficult.”
For the past seven years, I’ve known that I was into what’s often called “feederism” or, more lately, “feedism” — a fetish that revolves around eating, weight gain, and fat. I’m either very rare, or a very hard sell in a fat-phobic culture–though anecdotal evidence says it’s probably the latter, as someone has to be giving my stories thousands of views. But, in practice, what this means is that porn is very seldom being made for me,
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to simply have porn — so much porn that it could range in quality from something as slickly finished as a fashion shoot to as cheap as a pair of fluffy handcuffs. I dream about meltingly soft boys decked out in ribbons and delicate crowns — much in the same vein as those fanservice cards, only with big, grippable love handles. Or about glorious queers wandering through a pleasure garden where everything just happens to be edible, and yet at any moment they could meet a cleverly camouflaged beast that could devour them in turn. I fantasize about seal maidens, as soft-bodied as their animal forms, leading handsome arctic explorers closer and closer to the ocean until they trick them into devouring raw flesh and becoming seals themselves. And other times I just want the simplicity of a well-described sushi feast — the gleaming roe and transparent pink ginger slices, the look of his lips as they wrap themselves around yet another morsel of rice and crab, and the way in which he swallows.
Unfortunately, what I actually find is often very different. That isn’t to say that there is nothing for me to wank to — Rule 34 is always enforced. But many of the feederism stories I find on the web cater to the same strict gender essentialism that I last remember encountering at my grandparents’ rural church.
Women are often the objects in these stories, having the secondary sexual characteristics that are thought to gain (heh) the most from exaggeration, and the stories often have a bizarre moral edge. There’s revenge fic, where the snobby, conventionally hot girl falls to the freshman fifteen, or to a boyfriend who secretly augments her diet with cream or lard. It’s all so very middle class, oh so very “naughty” (as if fat were something to be ashamed of or hidden away), and oh so very hetero. I read these stories and pine for queers and femme boys and tender long-term poly threeways… and so, finally, I’ve decided to make some.
Sometimes, being told to just “make your own” can be close to an insult, but in times like these, it’s a necessity. So I’ve started, for the first time in many years, to write stories about rock stars binging on jewel-colored gummy bears for the gratification of their soft-spoken girlfriends. Or of a clever, femme boy with lots of time on his hands and nothing to do but create all kinds of deliciously tormenting machines that pump sweetness into one hole and probe into the other. Or, someday, a 400-pound genius lady, so powerful that she has been able to bend her whole life towards her every comfort, whose dogsbody assistant is sent into hysterics over the thought of losing one of her gifts.
My friend suggested that I publish them under the name “Apocalypse Bear Productions”, as some people might be terrified of some of my scenarios. But once you read them, you’ll never look at erotica the same way again.
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