April 5th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Underneath Her
There’s an awful lot of power dynamic going on in this ancient vintage photo/postcard. It’s an unusual posture for simple cunnilingus, that’s all I’m gonna say:
From Usenet.
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April 4th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Essential Part Wanted By Man
It appears to be a late 19th century advertisement for inflatable blowup dolls and/or pocket pussies small enough to be concealed in your hat:
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April 3rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
For The Penises
I think the title below is really all the introduction this link needs:
An Open Letter to the Tiny White Man the Republican Party Has Sent to Live in My Underpants.
Link via Violet Blue.
April 2nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Cupid Kissing Psyche
Given the misbehaving cherub in the ErosBlog logo, I couldn’t not post this very sexy Cupid And Psyche art:
Artist is Lionel Noel Royer.
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March 30th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Cracked On Men And Women
Isn’t Cracked supposed to be a humor site? Because I don’t see much funny in this article, but I do recognize several wads of at least partial truth. I guess the funny is supposed to be in the comic exaggeration of the true-ish bits:
5 Ways Modern Men Are Trained to Hate Women
For instance, this. Although I’d have said “many men, much of the time”:
Did you ever watch old cartoons where a character is starving on a desert island, and when another character approaches, he’s so hungry that he imagines the other character as a talking piece of food?
It’s like that for most men, most of the time. We’re starving, and all women are various types of food. Only instead of food, it’s sex. And we’re trying to conduct our everyday business around the fact that we’re trying to renew our driver’s license with a talking pair of boobs. So, from about age 13 on, around 90 percent of our energy and discipline is devoted to overcoming this, to behave like civilized human beings and not like stray dogs in a meat market. One where instead of eating the meat, they want to hump it.
March 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
More Art In My Porn
From time to time I stumble over art photos hidden in the ocean of porn. Or so it sometimes seems to me — your mileage may vary. The latest are these pictures of blonde Alani Pi reacting to a hanging wall of electrified chains at Kink.com’s new Electrosluts site:
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March 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Her And Him And Her
In which Kaya talks about sex with her master and the new girl:
The sex was phenomenal. I had been a little worried that I might have lost interest in women because I hadn’t been with one for so long, but no. Nope, it’s all still there. :)
She’s hot, and she’s sexy, and she’s warm and soft and beautiful, and good between the sheets.
And she tastes good. Yum.
She came prepared with condoms (we didn’t. Ha. The last time we used one was, um, never!). She came with creams. Tasty, tingly creams. Blow job creams. She rubbed me up and licked me off. She rubbed him up and we both licked him off. She rubbed herself up and me and him licked her off.
I liked sharing. I liked when she and I teamed up on him and shared his cock between us, taking turns licking and sucking. She’d take the balls while I took the cock, or vice versa. I’d take his nipples while she took his cock. We’d both take the cock, our tongues tangling together over the head.
I liked when she and Master teamed up on me. Her soft gentleness in such sharp contrast to Master’s hard roughness. She licks and nibbles; he bites and scratches. He’s gruff and demanding; she was sweet and considerate.
I liked when he and I teamed up on her and I licked her while he fucked her. He and I tasted her together. I sucked her nipples while he pounded her from behind. I cupped her ass cheeks, warm from a recent spanking, I gripped her hands, I kissed her lips, I moved her hair—all while Master took her, over and over again.
When M was fucking her, I kept waiting for a spark of jealousy. Or… something—but there was none of that. I spent a good bit of time off to the side watching them (and a good amount of time right there in the action, too, make no mistake) and I simply enjoyed their enjoyment. I enjoyed watching him; his face, his body. I enjoyed listening to the things he said to her, which were different to the things he says to me (surprisingly).
And I sure enjoyed the view she was giving me. So so much.
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