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February 26th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Zero To Screaming In Ten Seconds

I hate to borrow from Kinky Delight two days running, but Sybil Hawthorne’s expression as her feet get tickled is too priceless not to show you:

Sybil Hawthorne tickled

Image credit: Hogtied.com.

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February 25th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

You Could Bounce A Dime Off That…

Gene Kelly. From the rear:

Gene Kelly\'s tight butt

Via Kinky Delight.

 
February 24th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

A Letter From Prisoner #44902-112

This has been circulating on the adult webmaster forums I sometimes frequent. Commentary seems superfluous:

Friday, Feb. 6th, 2009 LA MDC

Greetings friends and fans,

I’m sorry that I haven’t contacted everyone before this late date, but recent extraordinary events have overwhelmed me, and rendered me incapable of anything but defensive actions. This is actually the very first opportunity that I have had to sit down and collect my thoughts in sufficient quantity and clarity to justify writing to you at all. I hope you are all in the best of health, and free to move about your world without having to ask permission to do so.

I want to assure you that physically I feel great, as I’ve made some very positive changes in my life, ridding myself of the grip that cigarettes and alcohol have had on my health and well-being. I must confess that I had little choice in the matter because I am presently incarcerated in a federal prison, but these are changes that will help me regain my health and renew my spirit and ultimately emerge from this prison a better man.

Some said it was inevitable that I should pass through here someday, because I’ve always had a problem with authorities telling me what I can and cannot do — but it still seems surreal that I’m in here not for what Paul Little did as a person, but for what the fictional character Max Hardcore did in a movie. Movies that no one was forced to watch (well, except inside a federal courthouse), movies that we as adults in this country ostensibly have the freedom to enjoy or ignore.

The authorities have finally jailed me on the incredibly vague and subjective crime of “obscenity”. Of course, the United States government took it upon itself to order and scrutinize these films despite the fact that no one in the community where I was tried had complained about them. It was clear at my trial that none of the jurors from Tampa Bay had ever seen anything like my videos, but those same people have decided what adults all over this country and, by extension, all over the world can watch in the privacy of their homes. And these films were presented to this jury not in their entirety, but in a way crafted by a judge concerned primarily by perceived “demeaning treatment” in the movies, including the use of “harsh and abusive language” as directed toward certain female actresses in a small number of my movies. Seems strange that an administration that condoned real torture would be so shocked and concerned about “demeaning treatment” and “harsh language” between consenting adult actors in a fictional film, but that’s what happened…

Amazingly, the jury went along with the whole government program, as I now know they almost always do, and convicted me on all 10 counts. The judge sentenced me to 46 months and a fine of nearly one hundred thousand dollars. I’m holding out hope that I can get conviction overturned in a higher court, but it’s an uphill battle that few ever win. Until the ridiculous Miller test of obscenity is thrown onto the trash heap of judicial history, I’m afraid just about any controversial artist could be convicted of it. The laws on the books are clearly out of step with what the public has demanded, so I’m sure it is only a matter of time before the government gets out of the business of trying to enforce morality. However, in the meantime, I would encourage all of you to spread the word about this case throughout the adult and mainstream entertainment industries, as well as letting your representatives in government know how outraged you are about this gross infringement on your freedom of speech.

They are flicking the lights in here and that means it’s time to head off to our cells and be counted in for the night. But I’ll write back soon and let you know how things are going, and pass on the benefit of my experience here. Until then, stay positive and live every day as if it were your last.

Sincerely,
Paul F. Little

Mailing Address

Paul F. Little, Federal # 44902-112
Section 5-North
Metropolitan Detention Center, Los Angeles
P.O. Box 1500
Los Angeles, CA 90053

 
February 23rd, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Moar Uschi!

Faustus (see below) has been on a roll lately, which has been very welcome while I fight off an unpleasant winter cold. But I can’t be seen to be outdone by the upstart, can I? In any case, his inclusion of the Uschi Digard screenshot reminded me that I had some Uschi photos lurking in a directory of downloads from Usenet. She’s worth seeing more of:

Uschi Digard and her famous breasts

Uschi Digard and her cigar

 
February 21st, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Fashionable Nude

The reason I like this vintage illustration is that it reminds me of fashion magazine (or perhaps sewing pattern) artwork — plus, of course, a bit of stylish nudity:

fashionable nudity

 
February 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

An Old Limerick

I’m sure this one is a classic:

There was a young parson of Goering,
Who made a small hole in the flooring;
He lined it all round,
Then laid on the ground,
And declared it was cheaper than whoring.

 
February 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Prostate Milking: What It Feels Like

Every now and then, it’s my pleasure to find and share a piece of descriptive writing about one or another sexual practice that may not be an everyday experience for many ErosBlog readers. Such as this piece on prostate milking from JR, whose blog is mostly about the pleasures of life as a BDSM pornographer. JR writes:

She’d been wanting to stick her finger up my ass for some time. God only knows why. So, the other day, when I walked into the room, she patted my side of the bed and asked me, “you need to be milked?”

This time when she asked if she could stick her finger up my ass I said, “sure”. She made some mention about whether I wanted her to go slow or fast and I just told her something. Did I say “surprise me?” That’s what I got. Surprised.

She was already stroking my cock in a way no woman has ever done before. I felt her finger meet my asshole and then suddenly, without any goddamn warning at all, she shoved it so far up my fucking ass I thought the top of my head was going to come off. I mean, it was like one quick, fluid motion. Wham. It was up there.

From this point forward it was all a blur. She was like an octopus. She overwhelmed my senses. Was I even in the same room at this point? I think so, ’cause there was one point, while she’s stroking my cock, she’s also searching for something with that other hand. And when she found it it was a really strange feeling.

How do you explain prostate milking? It was like she had some gland between her forefinger and index, and was rolling it in between the two. I suppose its akin to rolling your cock head between your lover’s two fingers. But that’s really a rather remote, vague way of describing it — because really it is so much more than that. When she massaged it I almost felt like I was undulating in a way. I’m here, now I’m not here. Swim-my. But then there’s the whole stroking the cock thing going on too. I’m reaching defcon one at this point and I feel like I’m on the tip of a Scud missile headed toward Jerusalem. There must have been a crease right under my butt cheeks where they grabbed the bed mattress and wouldn’t let go.

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