December 16th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The World’s Her Bidet
Art is by Loisel.
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December 15th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Triplets In Bondage
So the folks at Men On Edge went all the way to Berlin to shoot (and toy with) three hunky triplets. Meet Jason, Jimmy, and Joey Visconti, all tied up in an abandoned German warehouse:
Tied up is good. Tied up and blindfolded is better, right?
The obvious next step for your garden-variety recreational sexual sadist is to deprive these fine young gentlemen of their trousers, and then maybe rope their ankles to keep their feet spread a bit. Thusly:
Er… did I mention this was a boys-only party? No? Well, it is. “No girls allowed in our warehouse! Because, you know, reasons. Cooties and stuff.”
“Hey, did we bring the cordless vibrators? We did? Awesome, break those bad boys out, turn ’em on, and maybe we’ll start to get an idea what we won.”
Events take a predictable course from there. Underwear is cut off with scissors, many dicks are sucked. (That last link takes you to a free pic from a the shoot. Most of the images in this post come from the Men On Edge member’s area.)
Fans of excellent facial expressions in porn will enjoy the “OMG what is he doing down there?” looks of concerned concentration the Visconti brothers are sporting in this next picture:
Eventually the triplets are separated and tied to different pillars around the warehouse, for some individualized attention:
Look at that last picture again. I don’t care how straight you are or how vanilla you are or what gender you are. If you were there, you’d spank that too. You totally would. And anyway, he’s enjoying it…
Meanwhile, some old chairs are pressed into use and the individualized attention continues:
Finally, at last, there’s simply no more fun to be wrung from the exhausted, wrung-out Visconti brothers. So they’re left to rest, and to contemplate what just happened.
And to wonder: “Is anybody going to untie us?”
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December 14th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Rise Of The Sex Bots
Somebody is really looking forward to the rise of the sex robots:
Sexbots will electrocute our flesh with climaxes thrice as gigantic because they’ll be more desirable, patient, eager, and altruistic than their meat-bag competition, plus they’ll be uploaded with supreme sex-skills from millennia of erotic manuals, archives and academic experiments, and their anatomy will feature sexplosive devices. Sexbots will heighten our ecstasy until we have shrieking, frothy, bug-eyed, amnesia-inducing orgasms. They’ll offer us quadruple-tongued cunnilingus, open-throat silky fellatio, deliriously gentle kissing, transcendent nipple tweaking, g-spot massage & prostate milking dexterity, plus 2,000 varieties of coital rhythm with scented lubes – this will all be ours when the Sexbots arrive.
Ahh, grasshopper, but will they also be self-cleaning? That is the question!
Mind you, I’m being a bit snarky there. The objection is not entirely serious. As I wrote most of ten years ago:
Men have mastered cleaning tasks of a far more intricate nature, and will even voluntarily indulge when the object of their cleaning affections is, say, a much-beloved rifle. Nor is it implausible that a truly decent technology for assisted orgasm would command every bit as much gadgeteering enthusiasm as gun guys lavish on the contents of their gun safes.
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December 13th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
A Rough Lesbian Fingering
These ladies are playing hard, I’d say:
Panels are from Lesbación by Juan José.
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December 12th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Well-Enforced Squat
So you’ve probably all seen (online, anyway) the bondage device The Humbler that locks a man’s balls back behind his legs when he’s in a bent-over position, and thus tends to keep him bent over until released, while exposing his stretched scrotum for particular attention.
However it wasn’t until I saw this photo on Tumblr that I realized that it could also be used to enforce a squatting position, by locking his balls in front of his ankles.
I suspect that position is not terribly stable, and he can probably re-arrange himself a number of ways. But when the slightest motion is going to tug roughly on the already-strained family jewels, the incentive is probably to stay as docilely still as possible…
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December 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Wash Her Mouth Out With Soap
Did you know that “mouth soaping” is a thing? An erotic thing, a fantasy punishment with fetishists who enjoy doing it, watching it, or experiencing it?
It appears to be taxonomically close to the spanking fetish (Spanking Blog has a bunch of mouthsoaping posts) and perhaps shares a common genesis in real-life punishments witnessed, experienced, threatened, or overheard at a young age. Sometimes I wonder how many fetishes are like that; if there’s good science on it, I haven’t seen it. But the meme, at least, was out there when I was growing up — “I’ll wash that dirty mouth out with soap!” was something I heard grownups say, though I always considered it an empty threat.
Images are from a California Star fetish video.
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