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Thursday, May 23rd, 2024 -- by Bacchus
A protein shake at Starbucks costs six or seven dollars, I’m told. A frugal woman has cost-saving options!
By Country Mom. Transcript:
So I just found out that his special juice has more than 30 grams of protein. Like, more than a protein shake. And I went to the gym earlier today and I haven’t had my protein shake and I was just about to go inside and make one. But now I don’t have to waste the protein. I’ve got endless supply! How good! This is like my favourite hack. I’m gonna save so much money…
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Friday, February 16th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
The central conceit in the famous Golden Age porn movie Deep Throat is that Linda Lovelace’s character supposedly has her clitoris in her throat, thus achieving orgasms while deep throating. From an anatomical and sexological perspective it’s lighthearted nonsense, but who expects otherwise from the plot of a 1970s porn movie?
Meanwhile in the real world people can sometimes condition themselves (or be conditioned) to orgasm from many different kinds of stimulation. The controversial notion of a BDSM submissive who can “come on command” is, to whatever extent it’s a true thing, an example of this. Almost any categorical “that doesn’t happen” claim can probably be refuted by someone, but if there are many women in the real world who orgasm from the stimulus of a dick in their throat, we might expect to see more accounts of it than we do. What’s more, in the five decades since Deep Throat I had not even seen the idea in fanciful porn contexts, until the other day when it turned up (sans throat-clitoris, being more akin to the conditioned response of a submissive and very well-trained wife) in the erotic novel Taming Tessa by Vanessa Vale:
“The more you practice, the better you are at sucking cock. I think you’ll suck me off before every meal, and in between you can use the mouth trainer.”
“Why so much, Cole?” I asked, staring down at the wood floor as his hand squeezed my hip, the other tugging the plug free.
“Because it pleases me and I know you’re working so hard to be a good cock sucker. Remember, every time you suck cock, you get to come.” Giving me a gentle pat on the bottom, he continued. “There. Go and bathe, but leave the seed on your breasts.
…
Cole leaned down and kissed my ear lightly, then whispered, “Do you need my cock?”
His hot breath made me shiver. I glanced up at him so we almost bumped noses. His dark eyes were mesmerizing and I nodded. “You want to come, don’t you, darlin’?”
“Yes, Cole. Please,” I practically begged.
“On your knees and take out my cock. I want to come, too.” I quickly complied and soon grasped his hot shaft in my palms. I licked my lips, waiting for the first taste of him. Glancing up at him, he looked just as eager as I felt. “It seems we’re both insatiable. I’m going to hold your head in place, Tessa, and fuck your mouth. All you need to do is keep your mouth wide open.”
I licked my lips once more, then opened. His large palms framed my face and he fed his cock into me slowly, pushing all the way to the back. I tried to shift to accommodate to his large girth, but he gave me no quarter. He fucked my face. There was no other term for it. He moved his hips forward and back, using my mouth for his pleasure. “You’re so good at this, darlin’. I easily hit the back of your throat now. I’m going to push in all the way, then stay there. I’m going to hold still and you’re going to come.”
I opened my eyes wide and glanced up at him. His jaw was tense, the muscles in his neck corded, his features severe in the sun’s shadow. I made him this way. The very idea had me preening, eager to make him come. So hard. “Good girl. Come for me, darlin’.” He thrust deep, held still. “Now!”
It was as if he triggered something when I took him all the way in, because I came just as he’d dictated. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t control my body. Cole controlled it. He controlled me completely, and I loved it – loved the way he made me feel, the way I could just let go and let him give me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
I breathed deeply through my nose, savoring the remnants of my orgasm as Cole pulled back and waited. He waited for me to be ready, then began fucking my mouth with vigor. I couldn’t do anything but take it, take everything that he gave me, that he took from me in return. When he came, he drove deep and his seed erupted down my throat. The hot wash made me come again. I swallowed his seed as I let the second wave of pleasure wash over me.
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Saturday, December 23rd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This Christmas card to everyone’s favorite underappreciated sex workers appeared in the December 1972 issue of Playboy:
The poem, credited to Judith Wax, reads:
To A “Masseuse”
Season’s greetings, dearest heart,
They’ve been slandering your art.
You who serve our nerve and muscle —
Who days say you stoop to hustle?
What an outrage… what a snub.
You’re just too handy — there’s the rub!
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Monday, January 23rd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
At first it seemed as if this was going to be a boring and unpleasant cocktail party. But these men married very well indeed. Their eminently-sensible and devoted wives do not believe that a happy life has room in it for bored and grumpy husbands:
These loving wives are Sophie Lynx and Abbie Cat, from the Legal Porno movie Happy Blasts.
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Friday, December 31st, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Here’s JR again, with his generalized observations about enthusiastic cock suckers:
I’ve noticed something about chicks that like to suck cock. And I mean those chicks that really like to suck cock. For one, they almost always like to play with it first. Often, they actually have a fetish for that. They just want to hold and fondle it. They also really like to jerk you off, as well. And in doing so, more often than not, their pussy will be leaking by the time they are done. It just turns them on that much. In many cases, they like it as much as actual intercourse. Secondly, they can almost always get the damn thing down their throat. The whole thing. And if they can’t, they are frustrated by it. But what’s common here is that they will try very, very hard to do so without you needing to tell them… And finally, they like to swallow.
This is a really good thing.
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Thursday, October 8th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
Sex blogging for most of two decades hasn’t left me with much ironclad knowledge about human sexuality. But it has filled me with wild opinions I can’t prove. One of these is that the overwhelming majority of men don’t get as many blowjobs as they’d truly like. (Perhaps a great many women don’t receive as much cunnilingus as they would like, either, but among women there seems to be more diversity of opinion on the matter of receiving oral sex.)
If you hooked enough men up to your truth meter and menaced them with electric shocks until they divulged honest answers, I predict you’d learn that, on average, men would like to get sucked off at least twice a day. Maybe just once. Somewhere between those numbers. Seven days a week, fifty-two days a year. In addition to all the other sex. Declining, sometimes but not always, with increasing age.
Generally speaking, it doesn’t happen. Not for nothing does the colloquial compound word for fellatio have the word “job” in it. Giving a good blowjob is genuine skilled work. Lots of women love to do it, but not that often, right? (The same, I assume without evidence, may be true of gay men.)
A lot of men follow a certain trajectory, early in their sexual life. Some woman tests out her oral skills on them, to considerable appreciation and applause. Maybe they have a few really good relationships, with lots of sex and almost as many blowjobs as they can handle, for awhile. But over time they come to understand that blowjobs are a scarce resource, that will never be in surplus.
At this point, strategies diverge. A lot of men (most?) resign themselves to that sad reality, taking their too-rare blowjobs where they can find them. But there are certain patterns among men who try a little harder to find friendly faces to fuck.
One common strategy: pay for your blowjobs. If money is no object, you literally can buy your way to oral bliss about as often as you want, in most urban areas anyway. But you’d have to have a serious trust fund behind you to keep it up for long.
Another common strategy: energetic casual dating. Online profiles, dating apps, using every hookup site you can find, honing your pickup skills at local bars: it’s not a bad life, until you tire. But most guys can’t keep it up at the pace and intensity they’d need to satisfy their honest appetites for oral. You can have a lot of fun. Some guys stretch out this phase for years. But it’s effortful.
The dream solution is to marry well. Get you a wife who loves to suck dick. This is great when it works out, but as someone I know once said about marriage: “The shit changes.” Too often, the person you marry displays one level of sexual hunger in the early phases of your relationship and a wholly different level after marriage.
Some clever lads try to sidestep this sad eventuality by pursuing committed relationships (short of marriage) with suitably-lusty lasses. Outcomes appear to be mixed. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. At least it’s cheaper and less painful when things don’t work out.
At the end of the day, most men come around to the understanding that what they truly want (if they were emperor in command of all available sexual labor) is unrealistic in the real world. Lust is a market of sorts, and their dick inevitably has tastes too expensive to completely satisfy. So they accommodate themselves to a reduced reality. Perhaps only one blowjob a week!
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Monday, April 9th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Anybody who has ever played any Dungeons and Dragons (or, probably, any other relatively freeform role-playing game) has probably spoken or heard uttered that immortal phrase “I’ll distract the guardsmen and then…” But how, exactly, is the distraction of the guards to be accomplished?
Methods vary. But here’s one surefire way, especially when discipline is lax:
Art is by Calm, whose work is Patreon-supported.
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Sunday, October 16th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
After that day her reputation among her female friends took a bit of a plunge, but her popularity with the boys didn’t suffer a whit:
Artist is Bruno Coq.
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Thursday, August 11th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Here’s an article worthy of your attention:
Giving Blowjobs And Loving It: A Full-Throated Defense
It’s primarily about women who are blowjob-giving enthusiasts, and the paradoxical ways in which our society tends to disbelieve them when they say they like it:
Are eager cocksuckers born or made? To take mainstream culture’s word for it, they’re neither, because they may not actually exist. At a time when women are cheerleaded into masturbating more often, achieving eight types of orgasm during penis-in-vagina sex, and insisting on receiving head, the potential joy of giving blowjobs has been somewhat neglected. True, the blowjob has made a complete 180 from its 1960s status as a criminalized, outlying perversity. And from boutique sex shops to women’s magazines to sex manuals, there’s a plethora of sources with tips on how to suck cock better. So BJs are now a “standard,” mostly legal sex act. They’re expected.
But that doesn’t mean they’re expected to be relished.
Doubt about women’s enthusiasm for blowjobs is a symptom of our culture’s tendency to doubt much of what women say about their sexual experiences. As Lux Alptraum writes, “When it comes to sex, women just can’t be trusted.” Whether she’s talking about orgasms, ejaculations, how much she likes receiving oral sex, or how much she likes giving it, a woman is often assumed to be intentionally lying or else saddled with an internalized, sexist confusion about her own body and its responses.
Sadly the article overlooks what strikes me as the primary reason for such disbelief: past experience. There do exist women — no small number of them! — who profess to be revolted by the notion of sucking a dick, and having one’s genitalia treated as an object of revulsion of course isn’t fun. I concede that men should not actually complain about being targeted for genital-revulsion until we fully desist from and properly atone for generations of baseless jokes about fish, but I am not complaining here: I am merely explaining why a man might be forgiven his surprise upon encountering a woman who loves to give blowjobs.
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Sunday, July 17th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
The fellows seen here appear to believe that no dinner gathering of rough men is complete without a woman under the table to suck all their dicks:
Images are details from panels of the Dofantasy sex comic Hotties Next Door 3 by Predondo.
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Tuesday, June 14th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Cidade Do Diabo is a Dofantasy sex comic by Lesbi K Leih about the challenges of being a pretty girl in the roughest favelas of Rio De Janero. But in the panels below, we meet some tourists having hotel sex:
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Friday, January 15th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Even by the notoriously low standards obtaining in Japan, this corporation was known to have an especially hostile workplace environment:
Art is from the Catwalk Nero anime series.
Update: It turns out we’ve seen this before. Artist is Nishizaki Eimu.
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Monday, February 10th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
In this gory witch-hunting sex comic from Dofantasy, the “tools” of interrogation might lead one to suspect that this witch hunt really isn’t about the suppression of witchcraft:
The artist is Marcello.
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Wednesday, December 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Photographer Barbara Nitke, on the tricks of performing oral sex for the camera in the 1980s:
I photographed Little Oral Annie for days going down on all of the biggest guys in the business. She made it look effortless, but I noticed that she always a put large gob of Vaseline in her mouth just before they started shooting. I finally got up the courage to ask her about it, and was so nervous that I ran out of the room when she offered to give me a lesson.
Saturday, September 7th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I’m guilty of reporting less-than-seriously on dubious claims about the medical virtues of ingesting semen; claims of better fetal health or antidepressive effect have floated around the internet in the past. (I have also, with even less seriousness, posted twice on the vital question of whether anal sex makes your butt bigger.) Now it seems that full-service blowjobs are apparently being floated in the British press as a cure for morning sickness, and Girl On The Net has posted a righteous rant against the sniggering anti-sex attitudes accompanying such reporting:
I take exception not to the research itself, but to the attitudes which accompany the reporting of it. Namely that:
a) women don’t like eating jizz
b) although women don’t like eating jizz, they have to every now and again to keep their man happy
Both of these things are fictional and damaging.
I like jizz — I know other women who like jizz. It’s not for everyone, and in fact I’d compare it to Marmite — some people don’t want it anywhere near their mouths, but others think that a small amount spread thinly on toast is the best way to start the day. You’re not abnormal if you like it, and nor are you abnormal if you don’t. To pretend that all women think alike is to believe that we are a species of indistinguishable automatons.
Moreover, if you don’t like eating jizz, then the idea that you should fucking have to just to keep your partner happy is insane and ridiculous and should fuck off back to the 1950s.
But, you know, here’s the thing. If you abstract this a bit, what we’re talking about is generalization and persuasion. Sure, it’s offensive and incorrect when a newspaper overgeneralizes and assumes that all women don’t want to do a sexual thing and that all men want that thing. But in a large population, there will be women who don’t want to do it and some of them will be with men who wish they would.
There’s nothing wrong with that, or with acknowledging it; indeed I would go further and argue that there’s nothing wrong with sexual negotiation, or the attempt to persuade your partner to do something that he or she isn’t initially keen on. Men and women alike engage often in such negotiations, and sometimes the methods chosen can be pretty funny. I personally think “Hey honey, the newspapers says that if you do [thing you don’t particularly like] with me, you’ll get [medical outcome you desire]…” is an exchange fraught with potential humor. That’s why I’ve twice posted about the ludicrous notion that anal sex is butt-expanding. That somebody would spread the idea (and that somebody else would even temporarily wonder whether it is true) strikes me as a deep statement about the essentially comic nature of human sexual negotiation. I don’t fault the newspapers for recognizing the comic potential of a link between semen ingestion and a morning sickness cure, even if their exposition of the notion is ham-fisted in that special sex-negative way that we’ve learned to expect from the so-called professional press.
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Saturday, August 3rd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a powerful article by Coleen Singer in Erotic Scribes (which is the house organ for SSSH.com, the erotica-for-women site in Colin Rowntree’s venerable Wasteland.com family of adult websites) that asks the question:
Where Did All The Sex Go On The Internet?
It’s a wide ranging and thoughtful piece about the Pornocalypse that’s well worth your time, but I liked it especially for the snarky analysis of just how destructive and useless Google has become as a search engine for finding porn. Coleen just wanted to find a blowjob movie, and she had to dig through endless major-media fluff and crap all the way to page six of the search results:
Anyone that has ever seen a porn movie knows that there is at least ONE blowjob in it. If the movie has six scenes, there are probably SIX blowjobs in it. So, let’s say I really want to find one of the skinamatic masterpieces just to maybe pick up some new tricks and techniques for my personal use at home.
Step 1: Go to Google.com
Step 2: Make sure any adult content filters are shut off to be able to see “the good stuff”.
Step 3: Type in the search term “Blow Job” and wait 150 milliseconds for all of the wonderful things to choose from.
Here is what comes back, in order of appearance on the front page of search results for “blow job”:
#1: Oral Sex Tips — How to Give a Great Blow Job – Redbook
Redbook? I want to see a blowjob, not how to make curtains or cupcakes!
#2: Fellatio — Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Oh great. A questionably accurate article about the history, socio-economic ramifications and etymology of the blow job. Not exactly toe curling blow job entertainment.
#3: Blow Job (film) — Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Hmmm….. this looks promising. Maybe it might have a link to it to a website with a blowjob movie. Oh wait, the wiki article tells me “Blow Job is a silent film, directed by Andy Warhol, that was filmed in January 1964. It depicts the face of an uncredited DeVeren Bookwalter as he apparently receives fellatio from an unseen partner. While shot at 24 frame/s, Warhol specified that it should be projected at 16 frame/s, slowing it down by a third.” Warhol HAD ME at saying 24 frames per second, but maybe I’ll come back to that one when I’m in a mood for modern film making techniques….
#4: Urban Dictionary: Steak and Blowjob Day
I didn’t even bother clicking on that one.
#5: Visa Blowjob – YouTube
About as sexy as a YouTube “Cute Kittens On A Piano” home video.
#6: Cosmo Master Class: How to Give a Blow Job – Cosmopolitan
Oh great. Is that before or after Cosmo makes me feel like my ass is too fat, or I read about Angelina’s latest adoption of a lucky kid?
#7: Blow Jobs Videos — Metacafe
Well, finally soomething that might have a blowjob movie in it! MetaCafe? Sounds kinda like a tube site or something so clicked on it. After patiently waiting a full 30 seconds to be force fed a Playstation advertisement, was rewarded with a iphone video of a couple of people under a blue plastic tarp doing something under there. Not sure what it was. Onward…..
#8: Her BJ Hang-Ups — AskMen
Oh great. A men’s magazine blaming all blow job problems with women’s attitudes. Is Pat Robertson on their editorial staff?
#9: 7 Killer Blow Job Techinques | Sean Jameson | YourTango
Mind you, I actually am a regular reader of YourTango and enjoy it, but I know for a FACT I am not going to actually SEE a blow job movie on their site.
END OF GOOGLE PAGE 1 RESULTS
Sigh… Thwarted at the Google Gate in finding a blow job movie. “Maybe page two” I optimistically said to myself….
Page two DID offer a link to something called OV Guide that promised to at least have a set of reviews of blowjob movies, all on the tubes and probably pirated content, but hey, I was getting desperate so gave it a click. As soon as every possible anti-virus and security warning went off telling me this site was going to steal my identity and soul, I quickly returned to my Google page 2 results.
Page two consisted of a blog posting by some guy remembering that his first blowjob in high school was painful, several dictionary site definitions of the word, an Esquire article about “Eight of ten men surveyed preferred giving than receiving oral sex..” (yeah. right), and some posting on a site called “Family Sex” which sounded too creepy for me to even consider clicking on.
Page 3 of Google results for “Blow Job” offered Gwyneth Paltrow giving advice for women about blowjobs, some more dictionary definitions, a couple of cocktail recipes (I had no idea there was a cocktail called a “blow job” so bookmarked that for later mixology experiments) and FINALLY! ONE LINK to some blow job movies! Some site called xnxx.com that seemed to have LOTS of blow job movies.
Click with eager anticipation….
A Free Porn Tube. With horrible quality movie clips (many possibly pirated) as 3 live sex chat windows spawned in the background, all while a friendly woman in a little chat window offered to please me, and another message told me there were dozens of women in my hometown that want to fuck me (which seems odd, as I live in a rural town with only 1200 residents).
Pages 4 and 5 offered much of the same. Celebrity blow job opinions, drink recipes and a couple more cheesy and probably “illegal in some way” tube links.
It was not until PAGE 6 that I finally found exactly what I was looking for:
The Art of Blowjob: Redhead Camille Crimson’s Blowjobs and … www.theartofblowjob.com/ – Gorgeous redhead Camille Crimson’s passionate and sensual blowjob videos.
I clicked. It was good. Peace was restored to the realm.
As Coleen points out, this is a deliberate choice by Google:
Google knows darned well that a keyword search for “blow job” in NSFW mode is not from someone looking for a cocktail recipe or academic discourse on the matter.
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Friday, June 28th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I woke up this morning to find an amusing exchange about blowjobs in my Twitter feed. It all started with Rain DeGrey, a skilled professional who is on the record about having a relaxed relationship with vomit:
So, I am sure, would we all.
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Thursday, April 11th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a fun little experiment for those of you who have penises. Put yourself into this fantasy for a moment. You’re in Cell 18, it’s been a long time since you got a blowjob, and then this happens:
You’re a hardened criminal, you’re not worried about the potentially-bruised sentiments of the kneeling inmate outside your door, you’re just experiencing the first good blowjob you’ve had in years. Spend a moment fantasizing. Imagine how it feels…
(Now, click here to see the rest of this post.)
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Thursday, March 22nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This comes from a humor bit on Cracked about respecting the experience of your elders:
All the things we look forward to doing, they’ve already mastered and filed away. It’s hard to imagine your grandmother mastering things like blowjobs, but make no mistake, she did. And you have to respect her for that.
Wait, what did you think I meant? Seriously, though, when those things pop, that whole area is going to smell like dick.
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Monday, September 26th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’m a lousy shopper, I miss all the good sales:
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Monday, March 28th, 2011 -- by Dr. Faustus
Think those Victorians were all stuffy? Well, here’s a read for you: Deborah Lutz‘s Pleasure Bound: Victorian Sex Rebels and the New Eroticism. It’s a rich text which I shan’t attempt to review here. Instead I’ll dwell on one little thing it brought to my attention which by itself made the book worth its purchase price.
In 1862 Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) a distinguished poetess and sister to the pre-Raphaelite painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti published a volume called Goblin Market and Other Poems. The title poem (you can find the whole text here) was about two sisters Lizzie and Laura who would sleep
Golden head by golden head,
Like two pigeons in one nest
Folded in each other’s wings,
They lay down in their curtained bed:
Like two blossoms on one stem,
Like two flakes of new-fall’n snow,
Like two wands of ivory
Tipped with gold for awful kings.
All very innocent, I’m sure. Here is the cover illustration by brother Dante Gabriel.
Unfortunately not all is well, for goblin men with succulent fruits and tempt Laura. Paying the goblin men with a precious lock of her golden hair, Laura goes, well, hog-wild.
She dropp’d a tear more rare than pearl,
Then suck’d their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flow’d that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She suck’d and suck’d and suck’d the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She suck’d until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away
But gather’d up one kernel stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turn’d home alone.
“Suck’d and suck’d and suck’d the more.” Obviously this cannot be good because hey girl, it’s the twenty-fifth year of the reign of Queen Victoria and FEMALE PLEASURE BAD!
And of course Laura promptly starts wasting away, unable to hear the call of the goblin men anymore or get any fruits. But fortunately redemption is available in the form of an act of sacrifice by heroic sister Lizzie, who seeks out the goblin men, silver coin in purse, to buy more fruits. The goblin men try to force fruit into her mouth and basically beat her up but Lizzie resists to run home covered in juice and declare to her sister
She cried, “Laura,” up the garden,
“Did you miss me?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me;
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin merchant men.”
Redeemed by this act, both sisters can now grow into proper womanhood. I am not making this stuff up, people. This was children’s literature from 150 years ago, but today — and not just for people who read ErosBlog — it feels almost impossible to read it as such. Which I guess goes to show that certain kinds of innocence really do go out of the world. (Playboy in 1973 apparently redid Goblin Market with rather ribald illustrations, but I have been unable to find usable pictorial excerpts.)
Thank you, Professor Lutz! And I’ve barely even gotten to all the stuff about Algernon Charles Swinburne yet…
Tuesday, March 15th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
They DO…
Via Erectus.
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Sunday, June 6th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
While tracking down the source of the art in this post this morning, I came across this set of drawings on a page from The Secret Art of Tom Poulton. It’s captioned “3 Studies Of Fellatio”:
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Wednesday, May 5th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This French campaign against tobacco sure did come up with some vivid imagery:
Sunday, March 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
More explicit images from the wildlands of Tumblr:
- Tara Aire opens wide
- He is deeply enveloped
- She’s about to lick the pre-cum
Friday, October 17th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
You think showering is just an efficient way to get clean? You’re missing out on a lot. Here’s how civilized people take a shower:
He crouches and I spread my legs allowing him access to wash me from my hips to my feet, giggling as he tickles my soles and my toes.
When he’s done with my feet, I again turn around so I am facing him. He removes the gloves & puts more soap on his hands. I put one foot up on the safety rail. He takes a step forward and slips one hand to my pussy while the other hand slides around my hips to my backside. He twiddles his soapy fingers in, on and around my bijou, being sure to clean every nook and cranny, until I am shuddering with orgasm after orgasm. His other hand has not been idle. He slides one slippery finger into my asshole and in conjunction with his first hand sends me climbing to ever-higher heights of orgasmic bliss until I slump into his arms & he must steady me to keep me from falling.
…
I rub the suds into his hair, cupping his balls in one hand and gripping his swelling shaft with the other. I slide my hand to the head of his cock and then back again, holding the foreskin back so that his glans is exposed and I can rub my soapy fingers and palm around its crown. As his cock grows, it becomes easier and easier to wash – less wrinkles! – and he moans with pleasure and leans against the shower wall, sometimes twitching as I touch a more sensitive spot. Back and forth I rub my hands over and around and under his cock and balls, being sure that every bit of it is clean. Finally he rinses – but has he gotten all the soap off? Only one way to tell! I take his cock into my mouth for a “soap check”; I must be 100% certain that everything is soap-free before we can get out of the shower.
Friday, August 1st, 2003 -- by Bacchus
A while back I linked to a fun essay on blowjobs in the Village Voice, which talked about the way dominance and submission add to the heat of the cocksucking experience for both parties. There was briefly on Yes Portal a response taking serious issue, too serious I might argue, with that view of the blowjob. What’s most interesting about the response, however, is this characterization of Andrea Dworkin’s writings on blowjobs:
In her book Mercy, she [Dworkin] described a blow-job as “stretching muscles that can’t be stretched” and warned women curious about the act, that “the pain will push you down to hell, near death, to coma, to the screamless scream, an agony, no voice, a ripped muscle, shreds swimming in blood in your throat.”
Isn’t that the saddest thing you ever saw? I’m thinking maybe Dworkin was doing it wrong.
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