May 26th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
A Good Self-Fondling
This is the sort of thing men “know” women do during all that amazing amount of time they spend closeted in bathrooms:
Found here.
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May 25th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Hot Girl, Cooling Down
Sometimes a hot girl just needs a bit of a breeze to cool her down:
These images are all over the Tumblrs but the best-quality version I can find on the web comes from here.
May 23rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Vanessa Del Rio, Gagged
Porn stars? Sonny, in my day we had porn stars!
“Grandpa, shut up.”
But seriously … is anybody here old enough to remember Vanessa Del Rio? She did a ton of stuff in the era when porn movies got shot on film and distributed on video tape. And she was pretty hot.
But what you may not know is that some of what she did was fetish material. Bondage Blog has several stills from a 1982 movie called Top Secret, and it’s pretty modern-looking in its fetish presentation:
My oh my.
May 22nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Consent Every Time
So The Pervocracy is talking about consent again:
I’ve mentioned a couple times that Rowdy and I, despite being together almost two years now, always ask for consent before sex. I feel like sometimes that comes off a little pious, a little bit like this unsexy ritual we go through (or claim to go through) so we can achieve ISO 9000 Consent Compliance or something.
And yup, it struck me that way the first few times I read it, I don’t mind saying. But the exposition is pretty illuminating:
For me, consent isn’t just sexy. Consent is the only sexy thing. My partner’s desire, the fact that he wants me and wants this, is the only reason sex is better than masturbation. I’ve got dildos, you know? I’ve got dildos in multiple sizes that vibrate and never go soft. So my partner’s body isn’t a big deal to me. The ego rush, the head rush, the racing heart and the throbbing crotch I get from sex all come from his enthusiastic participation–from the joy and the umf of knowing he wants me and the things he does because he wants me.
So fuck yeah Rowdy and I ask every time. That’s not a chore. That’s when I start getting wet.
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May 20th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Pulverized? Seriously?
So, I got some promo info about a new porn site called Tonight’s Girlfriend so I went to look at a few sample pictures. And it’s perfectly fine stuff:
But then I got to looking at the prose description and marketing text, which is almost always a mistake:
She’s here. My toy has arrived. I’m a huge fan of Dana Dearmond, and tonight she’s going to become my fan, because she’s going to do whatever I want, and she’s going to like it. I’m in town for a few days, and I’m lucky enough to be able to pay for her services for a night. Tonight she’ll take my dick deep down her throat and thank me for it. She’ll get her asshole pulverized by my cock and ask for more. She’ll do whatever I want, starting by wearing the outfit I ordered her and requested she bring. This is going to be my night, and Dana Dearmond will love it … because I will.
It’s not badly written by the standards of the genre, not for the most part. It supports and reinforces the fantasy theme of the site, which looks like the paid “girlfriend for a night with no sexual limits” high-end prostitution fantasy that got old Charlie Sheen in so much trouble. (“High-end” could be a pun here … or maybe that’s just me.)
But then I got to this line, which seems jarringly out of place: “She’ll get her asshole pulverized by my cock…”
Wait, what?
I’ve seen this word “pulverized” before in porn writing. But I don’t get it. Who finds the word “pulverized” erotic? In what universe is a pulverized asshole an object of erotic fantasy?
I know there’s a whole line of gonzo porn out there featuring painful anal sex that is intended to leave the recipients stretched and sore. It’s mostly not to my taste, but it’s a fetish like any other. I’m guessing this is a sort of hyperbolized gesture toward that tradition. Perhaps no literal pulverization is contemplated; instead, it may be an exaggerated way of suggesting really rough anal sex without regard to her comfort, or even with the intent of being very painful.
I think about this stuff too much, I know. I should stop.
That, or open a cannibal fetish site: “Minced assholes, with fennel and sage!”
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May 18th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Your Exorcist Today Will Be Father Hitachius
Here’s another Twitter commentary on the justly-famous Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator:
@amiewee: Hitachis don’t make love to you. They exorcise orgasms from you.
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May 17th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Great With Child
Now here’s an artist who has serious issues with pregnant sex:
Remember when Lord Byron supposedly got in trouble with his wife over this?
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