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The Sex Blog Of Record
May 15th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
If you’re old enough to remember the early days of PC gaming, you won’t have missed the ubiquitous magazine advertising for “sexy” games like the notorious Custer’s Revenge, even if you never played them (as most did not). Recently PC Magazine ran a game-by-game retrospective on some of those titles, along with some interesting history:
Many of these explicit titles were developed by Mystique, an offshoot of porn film studio, Caballero Control Corporation. In Mystique’s two-or-so years of existence, it published several “X-rated” games under the “Swedish Erotica” banner (though the titles were all created in the U.S.). As the completely predictable (and surely sought-after) furor erupted, Atari ended up suing Mystique to block the production of its digital debauchery.
But then came the video game crash of 1983 and Mystique went under. The games, however, enjoyed a few additional years of novelty existence when the rights were purchased by a new company, Playaround, which also created gender-switched versions of the original Mystique titles.
Are the games any good? Eh, not really. And while the basic blocky graphics of the era were a natural barrier to anything being too explicit, some of the concepts are just downright gross, even by the standards of today’s porn-on-demand culture.
Youngsters these days, they don’t know how good they got it…
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May 14th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Today’s the day, hooray, hooray:
May 13th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
This looks like your typical demure bridal party, just a bride and her bridesmaids on her special day:
But, you might say, these girls are a bit cheekier than usual…
From Reality Kings.
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May 12th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Perhaps I would send this card…but never to my aunt. Font fail:
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May 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
In Nancy Friday’s multiple compendia of female sexual fantasies, she had a lot of fun finding (or saying she had found) women with controversial fantasies. In her 1991 book Women On Top, these tended to include expressions of female power. Here’s Mandy, talking about what she enjoys imagining doing to her favorite singer and songwriter:
My favorite fantasy is about a singer-songwriter named Peter. I have been a fan of Peter’s for
about eight years, and I’ve been jerking off to fantasies of him for that long.
Anyway, here’s my fantasy: Peter and I are friends, and when in town, he drops by for dinner and small talk. Peter does not write about typical things like love ballads, but rather things he feels strongly about. Talk turns to an article in the paper about rape. He tells me that it disturbs him greatly, but he couldn’t write about it because he has never been, and being a man could never be, raped. Conversation moves on, and when it gets late he bids me goodnight and leaves. All this time I have been forming a plan.
The next night when I’m sure he’s not home, I slip into his hotel room and hide in the closet. When he arrives, I wait until he is in the bathroom and then I creep out of the closet and wait for him to come out of the can. I sneak up behind him and hold a knife to his throat telling him if he does what I say, no one will get hurt. I have him lie down on the bed and I tie his arms and legs to the bedposts. Because I am dressed in black, and have on a ski mask, he doesn’t know who I am. At first he thinks I am joking, but he soon realizes my intentions are not at all honorable. He starts squirming and yelling, telling me that I won’t be able to do anything because he won’t get hard. I slowly undress him, nibbling at each new exposure of flesh. I lick him from head to toe, pausing once in a while at something delicious, carefully avoiding his prick. I get a towel from the can and blindfold him with it so I can remove my mask, the better to eat him.
Then I get a pillow and place it lovingly under his buns. I reverse my course, licking him from toe to head and I nibble at his nipples, neck, earlobes and lips. I begin to whisper obscenities in his ear, telling him what I am going to do to him. I climb up and sit astride his face, and I tell him to eat me. He sticks his warm tongue deep inside my cunt and twirls it round and round. He’s a great eater! After I’ve come a few times, I get off and I start kissing him and licking my juices off his face, something that amazes him. I lick my way downward again and I begin to nibble on his buns. I love his buns! I take one ball into my mouth and twirl my tongue all around it before gently releasing it and moving on to the other one. Then I start sucking up the side of his half-hard shaft, all the while playing with my dripping cunt. He is still trying not to get hard, but I will take care of that. I tell him to suck on my finger, telling him the wetter the better, as I am going to stick it up his ass. He gets it very wet.
I gently insert it up his asshole and when I touch his gland he becomes instantly rock-hard. I have never seen such a magnificent column of flesh! I quickly tie a thin strip of leather around the base of his prick so I can keep him hard for as long as I want. I suck his balls and buns some more, and out of the corner of my eye I can see a drop of his nectar at the tip of his penis. I lick it off, and keep on licking. When I can’t stand it anymore, I climb on top of him and slowly impale myself on his glistening rod. I begin to rock slowly back and forth pulling him deeper and deeper inside me. I suddenly realize that he is helping me a bit and softly moaning. The moaning gives me a rush, as I love his throaty voice. I have, and who doesn’t in their fantasies, an earth shattering climax. After a few minutes I climb down and stand on the floor beside him, looking at his beautiful, sweaty body. He tells me how cruel I am because I won’t let him come too, and that his balls are beginning to hurt. I untie his prick and give him a deep blow job, drinking in all his juice as we come together. I’ve wondered for so long what he tastes like, and believe me, it was worth the wait! Then when I’m sure he’s asleep, I carefully release him, and leave.
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May 9th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Perhaps you’ve seen the “bubbling” video that’s been going around lately:
It’s actually rather fun; by strategically masking over the clothed parts of an image, scantily-clad persons can be made to appear nude.
Your eyes and brain do the rest:
how can such a simple illusion look so convincing to our — admittedly kinky — eyes? The answer is actually threefold.
Let’s start with gestalt psychology, explaining how our perception of reality doesn’t really come from the actual sensorial stimuli, but from our instinctive recognition of complex patterns by a few of their composing elements. Emoticons are a good example: two dots and one curved line are enough to identify a smiling face, and this says a lot about how large is the role played by imagination in what we believe we are seeing.
The second part comes from physiology. The spot where our optic nerve connects to the retina, in the back of our eye, is not the most sensitive as you would instinctively believe; on the contrary, it is completely blind — hence the name of ‘blind spot’. The reason we are not aware of it is that our brain automatically deduces what’s in that minuscule area of our field of vision by its surroundings, and of course by what the other eye is seeing. Our mind and eyes are constantly “imagining” things: with bubble porn they simply tend to complete the picture in the most likely way. But why is our brain filling the blanks with smut?
Here comes the last part of the answer, thanks to evolutionary biology. Turns out that two of the most useful skills for animal survival are recognizing other individuals of your own species, and evaluating their suitability for reproduction, aka ‘sex’. These functions are so fundamental that they are controlled by our so-called “reptile brain”, the innermost part, working on a completely instinctive level. Since in the natural state people are not clothed and sex is something you do while naked, our most instinctual part still tends to look for naked, sexy bodies.
Bubbling is a big deal in certain corners of the internet; there’s a lively Reddit ( /r/bubbling ) where the art is practiced, and if you want to do it yourself, there’s a detailed tutorial for accomplishing it in Photoshop.
Unfortunately if you’ve seen the bubbling video elsewhere, you may also have seen the lame viral-bait claim that bubbling was invented by a young horny Morman man. That claim dates to 2010, but it’s completely bogus; in fact, bubbling in its modern Photoshop form arose in a Japanese forum in 2007, having antecedents in a more analog approach that used 10-yen coins. This isn’t obscure knowledge; after less than ninety seconds of searching, it popped up for me on Know Your Meme.
That leads to the interesting question of why most of the major “hey, look!” sites like Gizmodo are circulating this with the obviously-too-good-to-be-true and easily-debunked “horny/lonely Mormon lad” legend. But it’s a question that sort of answers itself in the asking. In our modern world, virality trumps truth every time. If it’s too good to be true, but the truth won’t get as many likes and reblogs, the current web publishing standard is to ask no questions and hit the “publish” button as fast as possible.
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May 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
There was always something about the Smurfs that didn’t seem quite right, some gloss on their presentation that seemed to obscure their true nature. Finally, an artist (sadly unknown) has captured them as they really are:
Via Twitter.
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