February 20th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
I was too young to have a girlfriend in the 1970s. And I was definitely too young to get stoned and fuck on an old plaid couch:
But that doesn’t mean I can’t see the appeal.
Via Kinky Delight.
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February 19th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
The sex comic Beware! Old Folks imagines a nursing home where the inmates decide to turn the tables on their sadistic and unpleasant nurses:
The sexuality of older people gets short shrift in our cultural depictions of sex. This comic is interesting because it credits its senior-citizen characters with the same rough sexuality that characterizes every other comic in the typically-brutal Dofantasy line.
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February 18th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Over the years I’ve had little to say here at ErosBlog about the webcam industry, because (quite frankly) I don’t have much experience with it. My own joy has always been in still erotic images; I never even enjoyed porn videos as much as most people seem to. An age ago I scoffed at video porn because it struck me as “inexorably linear.” The web to me is beautiful because it’s interactive; you can follow links and jump from site to site and go backwards and forwards and sideways. You get to craft all of your own interactions at your own speed, rather than just sitting, staring at a screen as it creeps in its predestined petty pace from frame to frame.
Which means I ought to love cam shows. Live webcam sex at a cams site like FapShows.com is about the most interactive sexual experience you can have on the internet. You can click from performer to performer, chat with them (often for free) in their public chats, and then (assuming your stack of tokens is sufficient) go private with the model for a custom experience as personalized as you can afford and as interactive as the technology allows.
My excuse for not blogging more cams stuff over the years? Inexperience. I really haven’t done very much with cams performers, because I suffer from a touch of choice-paralysis. A site like this presents an all-you-can-eat buffet of loveliness when you land on the home page:
It’s my idiosyncrasy that when I’ve had shekels to spend on an internet sex show, I would always have trouble making up my mind which girl to engage with. Too much choice: it’s a good problem to have!
February 18th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Where do little centaurs come from? They arrive pretty much in the usual way, by the usual methods:
This artwork can be found in all the usual Chanistans, but the artist? Dunno.
Update: Sharp-eyed Adrian has spotted a watermark I could not see. The artist is the Phantom Inker. Thanks, Adrian!
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February 17th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Even these R-rated shots are enough to give you an idea why this performer calls herself Ingrid Mouth:
The whole shoot is called Ingrid Likes It Rough.
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February 15th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
According to BJ, this is from a porn movie called “All Tied Up”.
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February 14th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
If you find yourself writing a sex blog but devoid of an appropriate Valentine’s Day post, I do not recommend going to Pyrosophy, where my friend Dr. Faustus slings a brand of dark philosophy that’s too pessimistic for my own none-too-sunny disposition and worldview. However, his take on a remembered parable may have resonances for anybody whose Valentine’s Day is not going as romantically as the movies-and-television V-day fantasy would lead us to expect.
First, the parable:
In ancient China there was a Taoist Adept whose commitment to knowing the Way was unsurpassed. He practiced arcane arts and strange disciplines without fail for years and years until at last he had achieved such a state of perfect equilibrium with his natural surroundings that he was able to walk on water. Filled with excitement at this achievement, he summoned his Master and demonstrated this extraordinary ability. Instead of being astonished or praising the Adept, the Master merely turned aside and shook his head sadly. “Oh my son,” he said, “why do you bother with such foolishness when only a hundred yards downstream Old Ling the Ferryman would have been happy to carry you across the river for a few pennies?”
And here’s the patented Dr. Faustus gloss:
This charming anecdote might be about many things, but I myself happen to think that it is best told to anyone contemplating entry into a romantic relationship.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!
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