June 5th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
A Vision In Red Latex
Anybody out there who is fond of latex? Because Madison Young is looking shiny and fine in this red and black number:
From this Men In Pain shoot.
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June 4th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Female Ejaculation, In New Scientist
I have friends in academia who consider New Scientist the best of the popular science magazines, and I’ll admit, the magazine seems to do some very professional science writing. This is the first bit of popular journalism I’ve seen that treats the subject of female ejaculation as a matter of scientific interest, rather than as a sexual curiosity to be tittered at, or, worse, denied outright. (So common is this inevitably male denial that almost every time the subject has come up at ErosBlog, some guy has failed to get an “it’s just pee” comment through moderation, that assertion being a tidbit of sexual ignorance so profound that I’ve decided I won’t be a party to spreading it, even as a mere publisher.)
The New Scientist article is not perfect, but it’s the first thing I’ve read on the subject in years that successfully conveys all that remains unknown about female ejaculation (lots and lots) without surrendering unto ignorance that which is known, by scientists or by anybody with first-hand experience and a functioning set of senses.
From the article, two paragraphs about the historical pedigree of the discussion:
Many historical texts, such as the Kama Sutra, spoke about female “semen”, as did writers, including the Greek physician Hippocrates. Sometimes the writers may have been referring to everyday vaginal secretions, which increase during sexual arousal. However, there are several references to something more akin to ejaculation. In the 17th century, the Dutch physician and anatomist Regnier De Graaf spoke of “liquid as usually comes from the pudenda in one gush”.
In the last century, Ernst Gräfenberg, the German doctor who gave his name to the controversial G spot, drew attention to female ejaculation in a 1950 paper published in The International Journal of Sexology. “This convulsory expulsion of fluids occurs always at the acme of orgasm and simultaneously with it,” he wrote. “Occasionally the production of fluids is so profuse that a large towel has to be spread under the woman to prevent the bed sheets getting soiled.”
Link credit: Sexoteric.
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June 3rd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Those Deadly Sirens
The Sirens, as every mariner has known since the age of Homer, are a deadly hazard to navigation. Beyond that, not much about them is certain; even their names have been variously reported.
Until now, that is. Now, thanks to Kinky Delight and Met-Art, we know that in these modern times, they are called Julia, Viola, and Veronika:
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June 2nd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Porn, Described
Looking at porn is one thing. But, to state the obvious, porn is pictures, commercial pictures. Everybody who makes porn wants to sell it. Specifically, they want to sell it on the internet. Which means they need words about their pictures.
What’s strange is the way people write, commercially, about their pictures. Every nude is a “scorching hot teen beauty!” or a “filthy cum-covered nasty slut”. Every penetration is a deep dicking, every orgasm a screaming fountain of some hyperbolized fluid or other. It’s rare to find anybody who writes honestly and descriptively about erotic imagery.
It is so rare, in fact, that after seven years of sex blogging I sometimes fantasize about creating a porn blog or review site that allows people to market their own stuff, but only to the extent that their posts can survive some sort of Slashdot-style community moderation on the sole criterion of honest and non-hyperbolic descriptivity. The trouble is, I’m not sure anybody would participate.
Sometimes, I’ll even catch myself imagining what bits of porn — especially in some of its more specialized or unusual forms — would sound like if neutrally and fairly described, in sentences of standard English, without emphatic punctuation.
An unusual post on Bondage Blog triggered my lastest “porn, described” reverie. The linked gallery contains the following descriptive prose, mostly in all caps before I standardized it:
“Gorgeous babes and teens bound, tied, gagged, probed and submissively serving their master and misstresses [sic]. Real bondage. Real torture. Real pain. Real tears. Click here for more erotic fetish action! Submissive slaves bound in rope, chains, and leather. Domination. Discipline. Sadism. Humiliation. Hard sex.”
The picture displayed on Bondage Blog? Here’s my best shot:
A nude woman with a shaved head (think Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta) is tied with rope, in a squatting position, inside what looks like a wrought-iron basket. The basket, and she, are on top of a bale of hay, next to a ladder with a rusty chain hanging from it. She’s looking nervously at a reasonably-buff man wearing leather pants. He’s approaching her, and in his left hand is an old-fashioned wooden blueberry-picking scoop with metal tines.
I know my description wouldn’t sell porn the way “bound, tied, gagged, probed” presumably does. But I’ve got some sort of defiant, lingering attachment to the idea that words ought to be deployed usefully. Maybe a list of fetish-triggering words is useful in the sense that it encourages more credit cards to be deployed, but in the sense of actually painting a useful mental picture of the thing described, it’s full of fail.
Even more interesting is the fact that nobody sees the same things when they look at a porn picture. How would you describe our basket girl?
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June 1st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Anal Sex: It DOES Make Your Butt Bigger
I surrender. Pursuit of truth must yield to gender solidarity in this instance. This really works, honest!
Perhaps you may remember this post from 2007, discussing a seemingly-innocent query on a health forum from a young lady whose boyfriend had convinced her that regular anal sex would help her enlarge her “really flat butt”. I assumed then it was a prank or a troll post, but it was so funny I had to share it. I never imagined it was an actual meme at large in society.
The evidence from my search logs suggests otherwise. Today I got a search for “will anal sex ass bigger?”
Uh, yes. Yes, it will. But you have to do it a lot.
Moving on: there’s a sense in which we are, all of us, constructing a very imperfect model of the universe in our minds, to enable us to predict the consequences of our actions. This model, necessarily primitive, includes rules and concepts regarding how things work. What must a person’s causation model look like, I wonder, for the “anal sex could make my butt bigger” meme to fit comfortably within it? Of what other notions could such a person be profitably persuaded?
May 29th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Cheerleader Upskirts
The knowledge that these pictures are from the oh-so-innocent introduction to a steamy lesbian BDSM / dungeon fantasy detracts nothing from the harmless all-American pleasure of a nice low-angle closeup on a practicing cheerleader:
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May 29th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
The Perversions Of James Joyce
Our own Chelsea Summers (Or “Chelsea Girl” as she used to style herself at her Pretty Dumb Things blog) has written an eye-opening article at Filthy Gorgeous Things about some smutty letters penned by James Joyce, he of the notoriously impenetrable fiction so-often inflicted on young and bewildered students of English literature. His lustful missives have the virtue of being in plainer and more functional language than we usually expect from Joyce:
My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down under me on that soft belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shame of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers.
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It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and say your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.
I won’t spoil more of Chelsea’s article. You’ll just have to read it.
