Aleksander at Naked Loft Party thinks there’s a more prosaic reason for the lack of male sex blogs:

I agree it is rather hard to find male sex blogs that don’t revolve around pornography, commentary, sexual frustration, or sucking up to women for the sake of getting dates. We men are poorly represented. But I think the explanation is more prosaic than Bacchus and Gillard realize. Women are socialized to take an interest in discussing sex and relationships, in the same way men are socialized to take an interest in sports or politics. Women are more likely to keep journals in the first place. They are more likely to be involved in sex work. They have no other outlet, seeing as female promiscuity is still viewed as aberrant. And finally there’s that ingrained notion that male sexuality is primitive, one-dimensional, not worthy of exploration; that men who talk about sex are pigs, which is only reinforced by attitudes such as Gillard’s.

He’s also got some interesting things to say about the pressures men face not to talk about sex. Thanks, Aleksander!

Here’s a lovely example of cosplay in action:

Today’s my day for wrapping her present. This is a challenge, because she’s a confessed present-peeper. You know, the sort of girl who unwraps a corner of the package a week before Christmas to see what’s inside.

I have a plan. We’ll see if it works.

Have you seen the Erotic Alphabet? It’s full of goodies like this:

Or at least approves of her:

I want to capture her Essence, and preserve it with delicious spreadable jams and jellies to be served later on toast points.

I want to put her smile in a jar and keep it on a high shelf to be taken down and admired when the world goes dark.

I want to put her positive energy in a syringe and randomly inoculate people while saying “here, be like her. You’ll feel better, trust me.”

This planet would be so much better off with just a little more Livvyness.

Soulless over at Black As My Soul is something of a master at thinking and sharing deeply dangerous thoughts. Sexy ones:

“What if I was being stalked?” I wondered. What risks would she have taken? Who would know she was following me? Would she give herself to me?

Would opportunity lay itself on my doorstep like that?

How pretty would she look in restraints?

I went to sleep last night wondering that.

You evil evil man. (Of course I mean that only in the nicest way.)

Here’s another cute bondage picture from the Bondage Blog, a gagged blonde pixie of a girl this time:

The tape may be a good idea, she looks like she might bite!