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June 16th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Res Ipsa Loquitur

bondage chair with rotating tongues

Has any one of my faithful readers never had a female coworker who needed to be sentenced to six hours in this chair?

I thought not.

Picture lifted from Bondage Blog.

 
June 14th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Penis In A Jar

Despite an unwavering preference for genitalia with live warm people attached, I did previously link to the story about Rasputin’s penis. Comes now a much better Yahoo photograph, complete with pretty blonde examining the goods:

Rasputin's penis closely examined by pretty blonde

Of course, the thing itself remains pretty hideous.

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June 13th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

More National Penis Month

Don’t worry, ladies, National Penis Month continues. Although I don’t see how any of my male readers could possibly object to this one, all things considered:

two ladies adoring a penis

I have another shot from this photo series which I may post another day….

Picture is from my alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage directory.

 
June 13th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Sex and Propaganda

I recently stumbled across this interesting article on the use of sexual imagery in propaganda. The article is profusely illustrated, but unfortunately the image quality tends to be rather low. Here’s one of the clearer ones:

rape scene from propaganda leaflet

From the article:

During the Korean War the above leaflet was released in both Chinese and Korean versions. The leaflet above is the Chinese version and depicts a Chinese woman being raped by a horrific looking Russian soldier while two other soldiers hold another poor woman prisoner while they wait their turn. The message, intended for Chinese soldiers fighting in Korea, was for them to stop fighting and return to China to “Guard your Homes and Protect Your Country.”

 
June 12th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

National Penis Month Continues

As the letters flow in, it becomes increasingly clear that I have for too long allowed my own fascination with the female form to obscure the longstanding ErosBlog editorial policy of inclusiveness. A subset of my male “readers” have apparently come to expect the nekkid wimmin and nothing but the nekkid wimmin. Some of the efforts to distract me from the parade of penii (note to commenters of a pedantic bent: the use of bogus latinate pluralii for humorous effect has a long and venerable pedigree) have now descended to the level of attempted bribery, as witnessed by this email I just got:

Dude.. enough with the penises,,,,heres a pic of my girlfriend taken last nite with a verizon phone

The pic itself is a grainy-but-attractive close-up of a bare pussy, and I ain’t talkin’ feline here. Nice try! But (even leaving aside the unresolved question about whether my comma-loving friend saw fit to tell his girlfriend about his public generosity with her pubic lips, and notwithstanding the fact that Verizon must die, this is National Penis Month, and I shall not be distracted until the crusade of rectification is at an end. There’s supposed to be something for everyone here at ErosBlog, and it would appear that I’ve been neglecting pictures of penises for too long.

Don’t worry, boys, this too shall pass. But meanwhile, a ghost penis spotted at Wisarts and sent in by an enthusiastic and supportive female friend:

ghost penis

 
June 11th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

Government Bondage

No, really:

bondage billboard

Found at Bondage Blog.

And speaking of bondage, Mistress Matisse sent me a picture for National Penis Month. She took it herself, and it’s guaranteed to make your average man gasp and clutch at his crotch. I was going to post it, but when I told The Nymph about it she begged and pleaded for me not to, because she doesn’t want to see it. (She doesn’t like needles, you see.) We eventually compromised: if you want to see it, click this link. You have been warned. Thanks, Mistress Matisse — I think.

 
June 11th, 2004 -- by Bacchus

The Blushing Nymph

I made The Nymph blush this morning.

We were snuggling as she was waking up, and she seemed to be biting my elbow. I asked “What are you doing, dear?”

She said “I’m measuring your elbow.”

I said: “Huh?” (I’m not at my witty best in the morning.)

Her: “I’m measuring it. I’m trying to see how much of it I can get in my mouth, it’s the only way I have to measure anything right now.”

I think about this for a moment. “I’ve got something else you can measure if you like….”

 
 
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