April 28th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Stripping Off Her Shirt
This is Rudy A. from Met-Art, and she’s stripping for you. Your afternoon is looking up!
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April 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Dirty Movies On Your Roku
In this house The Nymph is our Roku jockey; I hadn’t looked at ours (except to watch stuff with her that she queued up) in a long time. That changed when I got word that the Roku finally has a working YouTube channel.
And then yesterday while I was playing with my Roku (not a euphemism) I was amused to discover that the venerable (as in, been around longer than ErosBlog) online porn pay-per-view outfit AEBN now has a Roku channel as well. It looks as if they prevent access to minors by linking it to your online AEBN account, which you need anyway to buy pay-per-view credits or to get the 30 minutes free they are currently offering. AEBN is known for the astonishing depth of their adult video library, so if your tastes are unusual (midget porn? catfighting?) this might just be the Roku channel for you.
I like my big TV for porn better than my not-so-big computer screen or my tiny phone screen, but historically, porn offerings from the cableco have been terrible. So I like the notion — as you may also — of a huge searchable porn movie library that comes streaming in to your big screen via the Roku.
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April 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Why Sex Matters
I have to agree with Jenny Block on why sex matters:
Why does sex matter? That one’s easy: because it’s the difference between friends and lovers. Because it’s good for you. Because it’s one of the few true pleasures left in the world, no money or special equipment required.
With the reservation that special equipment can be fun, I am wholeheartedly behind this sentiment.
April 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Why Bards Have More Fun (And Babies)
All observers of the human condition know that a good musician never has any trouble getting laid. It turns out there’s now scientific proof that the ladies really do want to jump a musician’s bones. The better the musician, the harder they jump! But there’s a catch: They only want him when “the risk of conception is at its highest”. They want your babies, musical gentlemen!
This new knowledge comes from British research reported in The Telegraph:
The study involved nearly 1,500 women with an average age of 28, who were not breastfeeding, pregnant or using hormonal contraception.
A group of women were asked whether they would prefer the composer of one simple melody, or a second more complex piece.
In each case they were asked whether they would prefer the composer as a short-term sexual partner, or a longer-term partner in a committed relationship.
The results showed that women only preferred composers of more complex music as short-term sexual partners when the risk of conception was at its highest, according to the study.
The same trend did not emerge when women were asked about visual artists, according to Benjamin Charlton, the paper’s author.
The study, published in The Proceedings Of The Royal Society B, could account for the early origins of music and why creative individuals are considered so desirable for short-term sexual relationships.
The researchers believe it provides the first scientific support for Charles Darwin’s theory that the prime function of music is to aid sexual courtship.
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April 22nd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Women Who Love Their Daddies
When I was a younger man, in the pre-internet era, there existed among single men what you might call “best practices”. These best practices were rules of the road for dating; nuggets of wisdom often repeated, and ignored only at peril.
Perhaps the most famous of these was “Never put your dick in crazy.” Since “crazy” typically shows best in the rear-view mirror, this was a rule observed most often in the breach. But men of experience tended to be more emphatic about it than younger horndogs, which was telling to the observant.
Another “best practice” had to do with the notion that young women of dating age frequently were known to have what were called “daddy issues”. This didn’t overlap with “crazy” exactly; “Be careful, she’s got daddy issues” was a warning, but not specifically an admonition to run far away. The notion was that girls with daddy issues needed special handling, but if that particular form of “high maintenance” didn’t scare you off, one might fruitfully proceed with due caution. Because “daddy issue” girls were often interested in, you guessed it, men old enough to be their fathers, a lot of older men in the dating game became quite expert in their care and handling, or in detecting them from a distance and steering clear if they found the daddy game too squicky.
One of the awesome things that the Internet does that it lets differently-wired people discover that they are not unique, it shows them models of how to behave in ways that other people like them have found useful to happiness, and at need, it provides access to communities both real and virtual within which to act out all manner of fantasies, preferences, and quirks. A 20th-century “daddy’s girl” woman might easily have had trouble finding a man who was relaxed about her daddy issues and willing to indulge them in her. A 21st-century daddy’s girl has no such difficulties; indeed she may even be cheerfully seduced into it by men whose daddy-issues radars are supersensitive, or by men who are perhaps themselves eager to play the Daddy role. Porn mega-star Stoya famously chronicled on her blog her intellectual journey to the place where she was calling her man “daddy”:
Before I entered the world of hardcore pornography, I’d had my fill of traditional BDSM in my personal life. I had called men sir and master, but never daddy. I thought it was kind of gross. It smacked of infantilism, which is one of the few things that never fail to kill my libido. Of course, the first time I kissed a boy I thought boys were really kind of gross, so my first instinct on the grossness of something is not necessarily my final opinion.
Eventually she gets to:
He’s my Daddy. No one else’s. Mine. Call it fucked up, call it daddy-issues, call it transgressively arousing… I quite obviously like it so I’m going to keep calling him Daddy.
Other women work it out on Tumblr. This picture of a woman with clothespins on her nipples and “I do what Daddy wants” neatly written on her breasts? Not even close to unique!
It’s a rum old world we live in, but stuff like this reinforces my conviction that the arc of the internet universe bends toward greater happiness. And if helping women with daddy issues connect with their not-their-actual-daddy Daddies is not the most important function of the internet, it’s still a magnificent example-in-miniature of one of the things the internet is best at.
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April 20th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Naked At The Hollywood Bowl
A daring photographer and a willing model use one of Hollywood’s iconic structures for a backdrop:
Via Fifi.
April 18th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
More 3D-Printed Sex Toys
I was not the first to speculate about the future promise of 3D-printed sex toys. But I was a little bit surprised to find some printed sex toys actually being offered for sale, like this Mechanical Animal from Frisky Beast:
Sadly, there’s nothing on their site (that I could find in a fast search) about the material they are printing these toys with. If you’re fussy about what you stuff inside yourself and others (which you probably should be) you might want to ask them about it before placing an order.
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