If you’ve ever seen any bukkake videos, you’ll quickly learn to wonder about the recipe the producers are using to manufacture their gallons of fake cum. Whatever the recipe, this producer must make the stuff by the barrel:

Yowza! She looks like something a very large alien sneezed up. Via Usenet.

Oh my, this is funny:

“Tell us, O Wise Ones, what will Krissy’s profession be when she grows up?”

And much much more, at Threadbared.

Is truth sometimes overrated? DirtyTalkinGirl wonders:

In a nutshell: M is delighted with our sex life. I’m not. Communicating the reasons for my dissatisfaction could very well collapse a marriage that in other respects remains serviceable. So as Graham Greene suggests in The Heart of the Matter, I wonder whether truth is over-valued to the exclusion of other virtues in human affairs.

For the whole story, read this post, then this one.

Violet Blue has had a busy week, but she’s not complaining because:

I worked on perfecting one of my other favorite activities: the handjob. Ah, an ode to handjobs. My hands become like these heat-seeking missles, roaming all over the crotch of his jeans, squeezing and kneading and then finally getting inside. Unwrapping the erection from the boxers is always an exquisite moment, the heat radiates from his cock in waves. I love to run my hands all over him dry, squeezing at the base, stroking beneath the tip with the flat of my thumb. Then I drown him in lube, making a wet, slurpy-sounding, sloppy mess that I rub everywhere, even his balls. I’ve been experimenting with different lubes for different handjob styles; you can buy these dry-feeling cream lubes that create a little drag, heat and friction on his cock (Eros Power Cream), or my favorite standby, really runny silicone lube that acts like oil but cleans up with soap and water (Eros Pur; doesn’t break latex). Now all I need is a female research assistant, though I doubt Craigslist has the lab bunny I’m looking for.

In the same post, she’s also got a modest proposal about blowjob education. But it’s not gonna be real popular in the red states….

I’ve repeatedly railed against porn sites that are all “slut” this, “cunt” that, and “whores and bitches” over there. In my experience, guys who talk like that aren’t getting any, and no wonder! I doubt it’s any different for guys who enjoy their porn labelled in that ugly fashion.

So imagine my delight in discovering a pornographer who “gets it”. Donovan Phillips writes (in his blog Donny’s Ramblings: Diary of a Pornographer):

I fucking hate going to websites that use words like whores and sluts. There’s nothing at all wrong with a woman showing her sexuality. The way our society encourages women to repress the evidence of their sex drive really bothers me. Men are encouraged to boast about their strong libido, but a woman with a strong sex drive who agressively goes for what she wants is labeled with one of those words I so hate.

And you know what else? There’s nothing at all wrong with a man being aroused by a woman showing her sexuality, even to the point of masturbation. Why do I mention this? Because I’m sure that you, like me, may have a background influenced by religious individuals that tell you anything pleasant in life is a sin of some sort. Masturbation’s a sin, ya know. Fuck them.

Preach it, Brother Donny!

I’ve always enjoyed those old pulp covers showing nude ladies whose modesty is protected by strategically-placed strands of hair. This one comes from a wonderful pulp covers blog called The Planet of Sardines:

Perhaps in some far future, there will be nanobot-laden hair products that can achieve this effect deliberately? Don’t tell me women (and a great many men, for that matter) wouldn’t pay handsomely for nanotech that keeps each and every hair on their heads exactly where it’s programmed to be.

Thanks to Bondage Blog for the link.

Remember the sex melon? Apparently melon sex is not just for guys any more:

I should think, however, that she’ll need some lube on that thing if she hopes to make any progress.