August 2nd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Never let it be said that I don’t enjoy free swag. Here’s the latest goodie to land in my mailbox: a reproduction of an antique hand-carved die featuring a man and a woman engaged in the ancient art of mutual oral sex. Like the man says, any way you throw this die, it will come up 69:
This, and other naughty dice, come from the novelty dice page at Ellesh’s Closet, where they specialize in “Naughty Historic Novelties for Adults.” I don’t get to Renaissance fairs often enough, but now, through the miracle of the Internet and the good offices of the United States Postal Service, some of the fun stuff there has come to me. Now if only somebody could perfect a “mail order wenches” service….
July 31st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I apologize for the lack of detailed text-heavy posts lately; I’ve been out and about and doing summery stuff instead of sitting pasty-faced behind drawn curtains at my computer. And that’s not going to change any time soon; I plan to spend a good bit of August chasing The Nymph around in actual forests. You know, the kind with trees and bugs and stuff. Once or twice, there may even be cheese-filled hotdogs roasted over campfires on sticks. It should be a good time. But posting will continue to be light.
Meanwhile, here’s a picture that reflects well on where my head is at. It makes me want to feel cold slippery rocks between my toes. I’m nostalgic, if you will, for that special squint you have to do when you’re wading in bright sunshine and half-blind from all the reflections off every ripple. Fishing pole optional. Naked women, a substantial bonus:
Ah, the joys of summer. (Picture courtesy of Hippie Goddess.)
July 29th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
It’s apparently naughty unicorn week on Boing Boing. The latest two links leave me speechless, so I’m just going to point you at them. Er, enjoy?
July 28th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
Aphrodite blogs:
I have a soft spot in my heart for Barbarella. I know it’s cheesy by today’s standards, and Jane Fonda’s politics don’t endear her to alot of people, but that movie is just naughty-sexy-fun to me. And her costumes? Still beautiful.
When I saw this painting it reminded me of Barbarella, but brought into the 21st century:
So lovely! The painting is called “Metal Nouveau”, and it’s by Marcus Gray (the link will take you to the full-size image). His web site has several other paintings like this, plus lots in other styles, some sort of cartoonish. Lots of sexy, hot art!
July 27th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Hey, last week it was cowboy spanking time, so why not some cowgirl bondage?
From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage.
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July 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
It happened again. Folks, being paranoid about your copyrights is not the way to get ahead in the blog world. Links and quotes are your friends.
What happened? I found a new blog that I was going to add to my blogroll and highlight in Thursday’s Sex Blog Roundup on Fleshbot. I selected a couple of sentences to use in the quote blurb on Fleshbot, and got a Javascript popup message sternly warning me:
Sorry, right clicks not allowed.
Images and text are protected.
All rights reserved.
One of the rights reserved being, apparently, the right to languish in obscurity with precisely one backlink showing in Google. Enjoy those rights, y’all!
July 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
As you know full well if you surf the sex blogs much, there’s a peculiar surplus of angst-ridden blogs by women who self-identify as sexually submissive. A frequent theme for the angst seems to be the tension between these women’s desires to be or to feel sexually submissive, and their desires to be fully valued as free and autonomous human beings.
It’s in that light that DTG’s trenchant observations on the difference between sexual submission and boring old acquiescence strike me as being most useful. I’ll let you click through for the bit on acquiescence, but the bit on submission is too fun not to quote:
Submission is right there in our physiology. We feel it in our bodies from the first time we get fucked. Like puppies, we roll on our backs and expose our soft bellies and breasts, spread our legs, and let you big guys have free run of our most tender parts. Not only do we submit, we wag our bums and pant joyfully and sometimes pee ourselves with excitement. Well, some of us do. Heh.
