Yup, the infamous Tucker Max, self-described asshole, is in love. And you can sort of see his point:

Then she got competitive, telling me she could beat me at Madden. Whatever; let’s bet. I proposed we bet oral sex–loser goes down on the winner. She quickly agreed. We started talking shit to each other over email, and she wrote what may be the single greatest paragraph ever written by a woman:

“I’m well aware that you are a legend. However, that doesn’t deter me from wiping the floor with you at Madden. I’m just that good. And if you do in fact beat me as you claim? Who cares, I’m still giving you head.”

Then we had this exchange:

Me: “You realize that I can’t lose to you now, don’t you? Nothing personal, I like you now and bet we are going to get along great, but there is no way I lose.”

Her: “I can talk the talk and can back it up as well. I’ve accepted the challenge and the fact that I’ll wreck you in Madden. And like I stated before, I’m still a gracious loser. Only I’ll be wearing a face full of your cum.”

Me: “This has to stop–you are turning me on now.”

Her: “I see nothing wrong with a good facial every now and then. I’ll alternate…swallow and facial. fair enough?”

Yeah…I think I am in love.

Unfortunately, she’s wasted on Tucker.

Yee-ha! I’m not sure how I got started on the Wild West theme lately, but here’s another photo that amuses me a lot:

This image, found at Cocky Bastard, had no explanation with it…..but with the mountains in the background, I’d bet it’s from a Burning Man. I’m fascinated by that penis…..what is it made of? What would it feel like to be riding it like this guy (identified as “Jim”) is doing? It’s way too big to fit in me….but it makes me squirmy and wet anyway.

It’s been awhile since we’ve visited that hoary old topic about why so many women love jerks and shun nice guys, while whining that their boyfriends are jerks and they can’t find any nice guys. It’s a rare man on either side of the jerk/nice-guy divide who hasn’t noticed this phenomenon, although a fair number of women still deny that it happens.

Now, for the first time on Eros Blog, some input from a bad man (his term) who speaks up with the jerk point of view:

Now, for all of my “nice guy” readers, all the shy guys who don’t understand why “she’s with that jerk and not me” and the rest, I believe that it can be summed up thusly:

We’ve got balls, and you don’t.

Another country heard from….

Hey everybody, I’m pleased to announce that ErosBlog now has the oft-requested RSS feed. (If you don’t know what this is, or why you should care, don’t worry; let’s just say it’s a tool for hard-core blog readers so they can read more blogs faster.)

I’d been stalling on this because I had wrongly understood that I would have to hack some .cgi files to implement a feed in Greymatter. I now owe an enormous debt to Sunni Maravillosa, who Googled up a neat little easier way and then wrote it down for me in simple plain-English sentences of instruction. Sunni, thanks a million!

Although it validates, the feed’s not perfect for all purists, because it can only include the most recent two items (rather than the fifteen or so I’m told the RSS spec calls for). Also, I’ve deliberately chosen to restrict the feed to post titles plus a fifteen-word excerpt. I know there are lots of good reasons why readers prefer full-content feeds, but unfortunately that won’t work for an adult blog. The reason is, there are some bogus porn blogs out there that have zero original content. What they do is subscribe to some RSS feeds and slap posts from other adult blogs on a page that’s absolutely buried in aggressive advertising, complete with popup hells and autodownloads and such. In effect, they use our text to lure in search engine visitors, and then abuse them mercilessly. By limiting my feed, I can limit the effectiveness of that tactic.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled erotic programming.

I love visiting Corset Dreams. There’s always alot of beautiful items there…..some are too frilly to appeal to me, but others stop me in my tracks. Here’s one I saw recently that hit all my buttons:

Simple, sexy corset…..vintage styling…..and made of leather. Hot stuff! The lady looks good enough to be a RetroRaunch pinup, too.

OK, if turning off your cell phone during the movie is a good idea, maybe turning it off during sex is an even better idea? One of the guys on this page might agree:

Also, I once called my parent’s answering machine during sex because of a cell phone in my pocket down by my knees. That was pretty embarrassing.

I’ve gotten cell phone calls from cats, but never from a — oh, never mind.

If you like to conflate your religious and sexual imagery, you’ll be entertained by this: How to Give Head in the Men’s Bathroom of the Church you Were Baptized, Given First Communion, and Confirmed In.

Too short to excerpt fairly.