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July 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Orlando Bloom Has A Foot Fetish

Via Kinky.com comes word that Orlando Bloom has a fetish for feet. Or, at least, a fetish for his wife Miranda Kerr’s feet, which is not at all hard to understand:

miranda kerr\'s pretty bare feet

In an interview for Into The Gloss, she said “I’m really a freak about my nails. Orlando and I share a nail thing — he has a bit of a foot fetish.”

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July 25th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Dating A Grown-Ass Man

 
July 24th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Stealing Panties

The adult world is aware that men sometimes steal panties. Catch the right women at the right stage of drunkenness and you’ll get an earful of outrage about the favorite lingerie they’ve had stolen. But the men who do it (and a lot of men have done it!) aren’t usually forthcoming about the reasons. Either they have more fetish for a women’s smells than they think it seemly to admit, or because it’s in aid of masturbatory practices and guys generally don’t get much social reinforcement when they admit to jacking off. Plus, you know, panty theft is kinda modestly criminal.

Here’s that rare thing, the detailed account of an unrepentant panty thief. Passing on this sort of thing is why I’ll never be able to stop blogging about sex:

Someone stole my underwear at the gym.

It’s a West Hollywood gym, where lots of huge gay muscle studs work out. So someone stole them to sniff them and jack off, I think. That was the first place my mind went, after I fruitlessly searched through my fucking bag for them like Tel Aviv airport security going through some Palestinian college kid’s backpack. Someone stole my underwear to sniff ’em and jerk off.

I can feel no moral outrage about this, because a warehouse full of underwear would have to be stolen from me, sniffed, and jacked off into before the cosmic scales are balanced. I used to do this same shit all the fucking time. When I did coke, getting down to my last couple bumps, I knew I would be up for several more hours with no drugs left and a crazy desire to beat the meat, and I would go to my building’s laundry room and raid the lost and found shelf. Nine times out of ten there would be a pair of panties there. If I was lucky, it would have been one that tumbled out of the laundry basket before even going in the washer and they would still have a good head of cuntmusk on ’em. This was when I was living on a floor full of aspiring actresses so the odds were good that I would be sniffing the vagina residue of someone hot.

Or if I was at a girl’s house after a date and I was drunk enough to do something truly sleazy I would reach into the hamper while she was taking a piss and sneak a crusty thong into the inside chest pocket of my first date blazer. Whether or not I actually scored, I knew I would be having a satisfying jack later with her taint-infused chonies draped over my face. And with luck, I’d have chosen a pair from when she was ovulating and her cunt juice was at its peak of sweetness. But either way. It just adds an element of realism. You jack off after a long drunken hookup with a chick, you have every detail of her body fresh in your mind. The taste of her skin. Add a whiff of her cunt flavor and it’s like you own a fucking holodeck.

So I get why they did it…

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July 23rd, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Martha Stewart, Sexting

Given that we’ve already seen Martha Stewart rocking a stripper pole on her television show, it’s hardly a surprise to learn that (like so many of the rest of us) she’s been known to send an erotic text message.

I do confess, though, that I’m annoyed by the ubiquitous framing of this story around the web that she “admits” or “has admitted” to sexting. It’s like “admitting” to masturbation; it’s common behavior to which no particular stigma attaches among modern people. It’s more of an acknowledgement than an admission, I would think.

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July 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Strip Club Memories

I’m sharing this portfolio of pictures (said to be of a “long forgotten illegal strip club in the mountains in a small 1970s Japanese resort town”) for all the old strippers and stripper fans who read ErosBlog:

vintage Japanese strip club

Although if you ask me, it looks like they stole that painted backdrop from the halls of a Soviet elementary school.

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July 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus

He’s Back From The Pussy War

Or so he says:

I’m back from the pussy war. This is the war that men fight for 20 years, starting at around age 15. Maybe sooner. You spend 20 years thinking about nothing but pussy, how to get pussy, I need new pussy, where is there going to be pussy. You get out there in the trenches and you battle for pussy, you learn about the enemy, you try to take them down.

Now I’m thirty-five and a half and some hormonal switch has been thrown. Maybe it’s just age, maybe it’s my job crushing it out of me–who knows. But I no longer give a shit about pussy. I’m back from the pussy war.

I did well. Lots of confirmed kills. Not, you know — I didn’t take down the Osama of pussy. I didn’t fuck a lot of nineteen year old supermodels, but I did my part. And I didn’t get hurt. Didn’t get the wound that would take me out of the game — no STD that ever stuck, never impregnated a crazy chick, etc. If they gave out medals for the pussy war I would be decorated.

But I didn’t WIN the pussy war, either, because the objective was to go out and meet and get down with tons of girls, and one of them would be my future wife. I could retire from the pussy war honorably, having attained victory. But none of them were…

 
July 21st, 2013 -- by Bacchus

The Lolita Entrapment Bot

From this article we learn that misguided Spanish researchers have perfected a chat bot that does an excellent job of mimicking a 14-year-old girl. What’s more, they’ve programmed it with game theory so that it aggressively tries to entrap anybody who talks sexy to it:

Negobot starts off in a “neutral” mood. It will chat to strangers in a chat room about ordinary subjects, but once a stranger starts speaking in innuendo or overt sexual overtones, Negobot goes into game mode, tagging the chatter as “possibly pedophile.” Here it will start “revealing” personal details any 14-year-old girl might bring up: problems with siblings or school, life at home, boys. If the chatter continues along sexual lines of conversation, Negobot tags that chatter as “allegedly pedophile” and goes into full-on gaming mode. Now Negobot will try to titillate that chatter to keep them talking as long as possible–and hopefully get them to reveal personal details about themselves and agree to a meetup.

This is of course a terrible idea from a criminal justice standpoint, if only because it will prey hardest upon horny people with bad language skills, who might respond to the titillation they are focused on finding while entirely failing to comprehend the age-related cues. If you think that’s unlikely, you haven’t spent much time in adult chat rooms! I’m also afraid they are going to catch an awful lot of genuine 14-year-old boys in that net…

I’m not the only one to think this may not have been such a hot crime-fighting plan:

It’s a terrible thing to have built. Before anyone accuses me of being soft on pedophiles, let me state that I’ve interviewed many sex trafficking victims and learned more of the horrors perpetrated on them than I care to remember. My research led me to write a book about it and only strengthened my view that sexual violence is perhaps more pernicious than any other type of abuse.

However, using brilliant AI software–especially one that uses game theory–to lure potential predators is wrong. It’s entrapment. Don’t agree? If Negobot tags a chatter as “possibly pedophile” and then that chatter tries to leave the conversation, Negobot then bumps its game mode to the next level and tries to “win” at any cost. Negobot’s 14-year-old personality becomes more suggestive, more like the fantasy that every pedophile has in their head–hence the Lolita reference in my headline.

At that point, Negobot becomes the predator.

To me, however, the designed purpose of this thing is much less interesting than the baked-in news that somebody has build a sex-aware chatbot that’s not laughably bad. If you’ve ever seen those horrible fake chat-window popups that dating and camgirl sites use to try and lure you into their “free” sites, you’ll understand why this is big news. There are tons of better, legitimate, socially-useful ways in which a really good chat bot who can identify sexual innuendo and respond in kind could be put to use, making somebody quite a load of coin in the process. I wonder if these researchers are publishing their code?

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