May 9th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Ron Jeremy tells the world how to make it as a male porn star:
It sure ain’t rocket science. I hide the bacon, squeeze the weasel, shoot the sherbet, and then the girl says, “Thank you”, and then I go off home.
What? Being a porn star is no harder than drinking with my good buddy Jose? Any fool can do that! You just drink the salt, bite the lime, lick the tequila….
Er, run that by us one more time, wouldja Ron?
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May 8th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
The nude girl-wrestling at Ultimate Surrender is always entertaining, but when you look at one of their galleries, you’ve especially got to look at the last couple of photos, in order to see how their “to the victor go the spoils” philosphy will play out. It’s rarely the same twice (although the winners usually aren’t far from their large strap-ons) but it’s always something. This time, the winner is leading the loser away on a leash:
May 5th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
This is (and I am most emphatically not making this up) is the logo for the Institute of Oriental Studies at the Federal University of Santa Catarina, Brazil:
May 5th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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.
May 4th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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.
May 3rd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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.
May 2nd, 2005 -- by Bacchus
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….
