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The Sex Blog Of Record
December 20th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I suppose there’s no way to scale this sort of thing into genuine comprehensive sex education for everybody in America, but I think that’s rather a pity. Here’s Rain DeGrey on spreading the knowledge:
I was quite surprised when a 17 year old girl called Kaylie from Pennsylvania tweeted at me saying she was a huge fan of my work. Kaylie seemed quite friendly, but she was 17! How could she of even heard of me? My goodness. Kids these days. I told her I would be unable to talk to her until she turned 18, which she understood and respected. On her 18th birthday, Kaylie tweeted at me to let me know she was now legal to talk to, and we started up a friendly correspondence. I turned her onto Fetlife, and even her mother started following me on twitter. How cool is that? A mother AND her daughter following a BDSM kinkster on twitter?
And then one day Kaylie contacted me saying she had a situation and she wanted to know if I could help her. As it tuned out, her “situation” was that she was planning on trying anal sex for the 1st time, and she was wondering if I had any advice.
Well. Ask me about anal and be prepared to have your ear talked off. Enemas, cleaning, lube, prep and stretching… there are a lot of factors to consider. I got Kaylie’s number, called her up, and gave her a phone version of my anal play class, and then sent her off to have butt sex for the 1st time with strict instructions to let me know how it went. She texted me the next day to tell me everything worked perfectly. Awwww!! That was my girl, making me proud.
I never thought because of porn I would be calling up 18 year old girls in Pennsylvania and teaching them how to have successful first time butt sex, but that is the power of the internet for you… you gotta love it. I still check in on her now and then, I feel rather protective of this girl I have never met. She has turned into a bit of an anal expert, and I am happy to of been a part of that.
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December 20th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Spanking Blog: “Virgin warriors, it turns out, offend the patriarchy. And the patriarchy has whips.”
Ain’t that the truth in a nutshell?
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December 20th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Oh, tell me please why this assless-pants style never caught on?
Found on Paperversion.
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December 19th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
We all know that turtles are slow. But did you know they fuck so slowly they can get captured by geology, and turn up 47 million years later as fossils?
You’re looking at one of nine pairs of Eocene-epoch fucking-turtle fossils discovered in Germany. According to NBC News (as pointed out in a rare post by my old old sex-blog-friend Daze) these are the only examples of copulating vertebrates known in the fossil record. And even turtles don’t normally fuck so slowly as to be captured by accumulating sediments; it’s thought that these turtles were in a lake with toxic depths, so that as they sank-while-fucking, they would unexpectedly die. Whoops!
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December 19th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Found here:
“Animal Planet got two teams of experts helping these dumbass tigers fuck so the species won’t die but not one of y’all lazy fucks can FedEx me a lesbian?”
December 18th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
No, really, it’s the title of this man’s actual sermon:
Dan Savage found the story in Chicago Magazine:
In July 2010, an hour into the “Polished Shaft” sermon–in a church packed with thousands of teenagers there for a youth conference–Schaap went further. He lifted a stick in his left hand and a silver cloth in his right. He moved the bottom of the stick near his groin and angled it away from himself. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaping, he began rubbing the shaft rapidly with the cloth, up and down, up and down…. What he was doing was unmistakable: simulating masturbation, in front of thousands of children, in the middle of a church service. A row of white-coated high-ranking churchmen seated behind Schaap watched in silence.
If you’re thinking that demonstrates a dangerous level of hypersexualization in a Baptist pastor, you’d be right:
Last September, Schaap, 54, a married father of two, pleaded guilty to taking a 16-year-old girl he was counseling at First Baptist across state lines to have sex. Denied bond, he awaits sentencing in the Porter County Jail; the minimum term is ten years.
Folks, we see the pattern over and over. Folks who preach hard and heavily against sex (of whatever kind, it doesn’t matter) are almost always talking to themselves first and foremost. So whenever you hear a sermon (religious or secular, again it doesn’t matter) against sex of any kind, you might, as Dan Savage says, “wanna keep your kids the hell away.”
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December 17th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I was both touched and fascinated by Kristine Shaw’s explanation of her reason for seeking out a threesome, as detailed in Salon:
A single woman with a trusting, wide-open heart spells disaster in our casual hookup culture.
My problem was this: I fell in love with all of them.
I fell in love with the ones who declared that they wanted to screw me senseless. I fell in love with the ones who declared that they loved someone else. I fell in love with the ones who lived thousands of miles away and fed me tequila shots in dank basement bars in strange European cities. I even fell in love with those I chose specifically because they were not appropriate to fall in love with.
Subconsciously holding onto my childhood ideals of loving purely and being loved in return, I emotionally latched onto every man who shared my bed, however fleetingly. I could not help myself. I could not stop myself. My vagina suffered from Stockholm syndrome.
Inevitably, I would run into these former lovers on the subway, at parties, in record shops, in grocery stores, and my thumping, traitor heart would leap into my throat. If I could manage to hide in throngs of people or cross the street in order to avoid them, I would. But hiding or running away would do little to quell aftershocks of perspiration and nausea, the inconvenient corporeal byproducts of seeing somebody you once loved who didn’t love you back.
There had to be another way. There had to be some way for a perpetually, achingly single woman to derive sexual pleasure and skin-on-skin contact and affection without consistently breaking her own heart.
I decided that I had to try something new, because what I was doing — what I have always done — was not exactly working out.
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