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March 6th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Strategic Pose, Strategic Furniture

fuck me pose

She worries that she might have married the stupidest man alive. So she poses. She waits for enlightenment to penetrate his thick skull. She waits for blood to flow to his organs of generation. And meanwhile, this is what she thinks:

Listen, you fool. It’s not a stool. It’s not for sitting on in front of the fire. It’s all plushy! It would take sparks, and catch fire. It’s not for sitting on at all. That’s not why it’s there. That’s not why I’m here. That’s not why the bloody fireplace is here. You’re supposed to grab me and throw me face-down over the hassock with my ass in the air and… seriously, do I really have to spell it out for you!?!?

Artwork is from the cover of Sexurbia County.

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March 5th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

A Comfortable Present

A couple of days ago a somewhat-breathless right-leaning
Twitter account posted this photograph with a caption that was apparently intended to provoke or at least fan existing fear or anger among social conservatives: “This is the future that liberals want.”

mind your own business

There was an immediate backlash of hilarity in my Twitter feed at least, with the general sentiment ranging from “Yup!” to my own sense of “Future? This is the present, and I’m fine with that.” Mediaite tracked down Gilda Wabbit, the drag queen in the photo, for a fabulous comment:

I’d like to see a future where it isn’t a big deal for a woman in full modesty garb to sit next to a drag queen in NYC. It’s become a bit of a sensation, but her and I were just existing. The freedom to simply be yourself in a sea of people who aren’t like you is a freedom we all deserve.

Indeed.

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March 4th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Fucking Her Angel

Everybody needs a fetish, sure. How about feathers? Sure, feathers could be a fetish. You could hold out for a guy with feathers. Make him a feather suit, or get him to hold still while you glue them on his skin. But wait, you want an actual angel? Like, an angel of God? Or, like, an archangel? Where you gonna find one of those to have sex with? You’re gonna need to turn to the sex comics for that:

her angel lover

These panels are from #147 of the long-running Italian sex comic Corna Vissute, the issue named Amore e Psiche.

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March 3rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus

A Powerful Buzz

magic wand masturbation photo

I guarantee you that somewhere in the ErosBlog audience, someone who has experienced the joys of powerful vibration just completely lost her train of thought — and possibly her motivation for Friday afternoon office tasks — when she saw this photograph, entirely due to the power of Pavlovian association.

Photo courtesy of Sexually Broken.

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March 2nd, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Nonsense, And How They Build It

It’s an article of faith with me that most of the people on the internet need a more robust set of mimetic filters. Stupid obvious clickbait isn’t going to go away and stop polluting our social media feeds until we stop clicking that shit. So, stop clicking that shit already!

Here’s an example. Headline: How Internet Porn Caused The Rise Of Donald Trump. Genre: obvious nonsense; sub-genre: anti-porn. I never would have clicked, except that (a) it was in the Guardian, which has earned a lot of goodwill from me, and (b) it was tweeted with approval by someone I trust.

So I clicked, and I started reading, and after staring incredulously at eleven long paragraphs of vague stupid armwaving sentences like “if porn has worn away our ability to spot and dismiss unlikely claims and scenarios, then it has been of great help to Donald Trump and his methods” I was ready to tear out my hair, I was mad at the Guardian, and I was annoyed at Girl. Then, blessedly:

But isn’t this claim ridiculous?

Of course it is. No part of this argument stands up to scrutiny. It’s just a smattering of basic neuroscience combined with a very simplistic (and somewhat harsh maybe) portrayal of pornography. People’s sexual leanings and behaviour varies tremendously, as does porn, given how much of it there is. Internet porn was no less common during the Obama years, and is just as accessible in places like Canada and Germany, which seem to be avoiding the embracing-ridiculous-despots trend thus far. Invoking a few fundamental neurological processes does not confirm that watching porn causes you to be a gullible sexist, any more than playing Grand Theft Auto automatically makes you a sociopathic serial killer (despite what some media may seem to think). People doing things without acknowledging the camera isn’t exactly exclusive to porn, it describes practically all TV shows.

This article just is an example of how easy it is to create a valid-sounding theory by forming a conclusion and reverse engineering it, cherry-picking things that back it up from the vast amount of data available.

More such sensible prose follows. It’s a basic lesson in how lazy journalists build clickbait articles. Read it. Learn from it. Stop falling for it. Starve them out, at the only level they care about: their page load metrics!

 
March 1st, 2017 -- by Bacchus

A Conference In Tall Heels

high heels meeting

An old post on Tumblr attributes this photograph to John Willie, which I find plausible but not conclusive. Perhaps from somewhere in the long run of Bizarre magazine? The fashions seem right for the era.

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February 28th, 2017 -- by Bacchus

Making A Good Meal Of Carpet

When I was a much younger man, “carpet munching” was a somewhat-derisive term for eating pussy (pussies were likelier to have hair in those days) and for whatever reason “carpet muncher” was a derogatory term for a lesbian (I never heard it applied to a man, oddly enough). I can’t say quite why this vintage photograph of a woman in firm and pleasurable control of her dining situation and her floor coverings reminded me of those ancient slangs:

Tawny Pearl / Susan Pearlman getting her pussy eaten

A bit of digging turned up the information that the photo is probably from a Showgirl Superstars magazine identifying our lady as Sue Pearlman, who is perhaps better known as Tawny Pearl, under which name this photo is most widely identified across the porn web. As you might have suspected anyway from facial structure, another photograph of Sue/Tawny getting boned on the same shag carpet suggests that our diner in the instant photograph is in fact a dude. His name did not turn up in my research.

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