December 12th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Beer Cups For Modesty
If you know what’s going on in this photo, you’ve a better grasp of college culture than I do.
Seems safe to speculate, though, that beer was involved.
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December 8th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Bukkake Bondage
In which a little too much boy energy gets all jammed up inside a computer animator, and then, in due course, comes out again, as it will:
From Bondage Blog.
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December 7th, 2006 -- by Aphrodite
Girl Energy And Boy Energy
Aphrodite blogs:
Wow, girls kiss way differently than guys. Girls touch way differently. So much…. softer? Kinda but it’s a completely different energy. If I was blindfolded, completely sensory-deprived, I’d be able to tell the difference.
That’s what Cinnamon says. And I agree, even though both can kiss hard or kiss soft, or be rough or be gentle, and both can really really want you, there’s just something different about girl energy and boy energy.
It’s been too long since I’ve gotten any girl energy. Which probably explains why this lovely picture from Glamazon is so mesmerizing to me:
The very selective colorization might have something to do with it too!
December 6th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Postcard Kissing
December 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Nymphs! Frolicking! Nude!
In my Bacchus persona as well as in real life, it’s fair to say I don’t know much about art. But I know what I like:
And if it isn’t pretty girls frolicking naked in the sunshine, I don’t know what it might be. Art, I tell you, art! And the artist is one Charles Joseph Frederic Soulacroix. Here’s a slightly larger version.
Now, who brought the butter?
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December 3rd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Buttery Butt Sex
This anecdote from The Butterfly Temptress gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “buttering her up”:
His kisses became more insistent and soon we were naked in the moonlight. He’s not big on foreplay but just being close to him was doing enough to warm me up. I laid against him and stroked his hard cock, wishing for all I was worth that I could have him inside of me but I knew it couldn’t happen. He’d never go for making love in my parents house.
He whispered into my ear “I want to be in you. I need to be in your ass.”
I thought I misheard him. I giggled and moved to put my mouth on him. Oral sex wasn’t intercourse, so it didn’t count as sex, right? Yeah right. I was willing to tell myself anything to keep from feeling guilty for being such a hot little whore.
“Get the lube out of the suitcase and hurry up.”
I let his cock slip from my lips and I mumbled something about not packing it because he told me not to worry about it. He pulled me up where I could repeat it again. Then I mentioned that there might be Vaseline in the bathroom in an attempt to keep him in the mood while I thought of something else.
“Go look then come back. I want to fuck your ass so bad.”
I wrapped a blanket around me sarong style and tiptoed into the bathroom. On my hands and knees I rummaged under the sink without success. The medicine cabinet was also without Vaseline or anything that would have worked as lubricant. Knowing full well that I was out of luck, I dashed back to the bedroom to report in.
“There wasn’t anything? Not even baby oil?” he asked in a tone that told me he was quickly losing patience.
I giggled for a minute then replied, “We could always use butter. Or vegetable oil. Maybe even Crisco shortening.” I collapsed against him in a fit of full out laughter. The thought of fucking with baking supplies cracked me up.
“Go get some. Butter or vegetable oil, I don’t care. I’m going to fuck your ass.”
I didn’t believe him until he swatted me on the ass. Then I dressed in my pajama shirt and went to the kitchen. It was quiet as a tomb and I was sure that Mama would appear any minute and ask what I was doing with my hand in her butter bowl. I scooped a rather large amount onto a paper towel then scampered back to our room. For the love of God, I knew right then and there that I was going to hell.
Not only was I about to fornicate in my parents house, I was unmarried. To top it all off, I was about to have unmarried butt sex in my parents house. Now you tell me how the world I was going to answer for that on Judgment Day?
He kissed me full on the mouth and took the paper towel from my hand. My cunt was dripping wet and I wanted him more than ever. I needed him.
He urged me onto all fours and situated himself between my legs. I felt the slippery coolness of the Blue Bonnet at my opening as he fingered my ass. Doing something so shameless made me hotter than I’d been in a long time and he knew it. His breathing was as erratic as mine and I knew that once he had his beautifully buttered cock in my ass he would fill me to overflowing in no time.
With minimal thrusting his cock was in me. Though it was odd, the knowledge that I was having buttered butt sex, it was more comfortable than anal sex had ever been. I felt every twitch, every pulse of him as he worked his manhood in and out of me.
In a matter of seconds we were both on the edge. I felt his slippery fingers slide against my clit and my cunt began to milk his cock in earnest. Moments later he came harder than I can ever remember him coming before.
He laid beside me as I cleaned his now relaxed cock. My body was on fire and my heart was full of love for the man who had just once again helped me check off yet another item on my “To Do Before I Die” list. As he pulled me onto his chest and we drifted off to sleep I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people had intimate and literal knowledge of being buttered up.
Thanks to Sexoteric for the link.
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December 2nd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Naked Beach Twister
We never get tired of naked Twister:
On a public beach, no less!
Picture via Usenet. Update: A correspondent tells me that this naked twister photo may have been taken at one of the Hedonism resorts (popular with nudists) in Jamaica.
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