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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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February 16th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Note To ErosBlog Advertisers: New Lower Rates

With apologies to my readers for the business interruption, I’d like to address this post to anyone who has previously purchased, or considered purchasing, any of the BlogAds advertising space in the ErosBlog sidebars.

To keep ahead of recent declines in online advertising budgets, and respond to downward price pressure in these troubled economic times, the ErosBlog rates have been temporarily reduced by almost 50%. Click any of the “Advertise on ErosBlog” links for specific pricing details. Thanks!

 
February 16th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

Lesbos In Pastels

This wild misuse of pastels comes (via Kinky Delight) from the cover of an album entitled Nights of Love In Lesbos:

nights of love in lesbos

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February 15th, 2009 -- by Bacchus

ErosBlog RSS Feed, Now Full Text

Prompted in part by the gentlest possible peer pressure, I’ve changed the ErosBlog RSS feed from partial to full-text. I don’t promise to keep it that way, but we’ll see how it goes.

I’ve long been aware that partial feeds are sub-optimal (to put it mildly) for many users. But, sadly, the scummy spam-blog RSS scraper bots that were, for a time, spamming the web with many uncredited and unlinked copies of every ErosBlog post, were sub-optimal (to put it mildly) for me. The partial feed was a highly unwelcome but, I thought, necessary response.

So, what changed?

Well, for one thing, over time the number of people who read (or at least pull) the ErosBlog feed has been growing faster than the number of people who read ErosBlog via the front page. In looking at my stats, I just noticed that this month the curves have finally crossed — the feed is now the single largest ErosBlog delivery route. Now, given that feedreaders often pull feeds that don’t get looked at, I doubt this means people actually reading ErosBlog via the feed are a majority; but they are obviously a large and still-growing constituency. It seems reasonable to accommodate them if possible.

What about the spam blogs? I’ll admit I’m still concerned about them. But it seems to my jaded eye that this whole blogging “thing” is starting to cool down a little bit, at least as a target for fast-buck artists. There are probably more blogs than ever, but in a declining economy with declining online advertising revenues, there seem to be fewer hopefuls out there who think that cheating and stealing and plagiarizing will make them fast dirty bucks in the blog space. My hope is that the worst of the quasi-criminals have moved on to running porntube sites full of stolen porn videos, or whatever the currently trendy get-rich-on-the-internet fad is.

Am I right? Time will tell. If a thousand scraper robots use the full feeds to plagiarize every blog post I make, I might be forced to go back to partials. But I hope it doesn’t turn out to be necessary.

 
 
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