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Tuesday, October 11th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Let me tell you a funny thing about sex blogging for more than two decades: I have bookmarks that are old enough to vote. No, no, of course you’re right: all my ancient hoarded links are broken! But the WayBack Machine is a thing, and somehow, over all these weary years, I’ve become one of the world’s leading professionals at finding old porn stuff in there. (Did I just say a true thing? I suspect I may have. People don’t exactly put “professional porn researcher” on their LinkedIn curricula vitae, so it’s rather hard to check.)
So anyway yes, I have the ancient porn links. I know where the boners are buried. I have links to forgotten sex blogs on old blogging platforms that nobody remembers. I have receipts, dang it.
A thing that I miss from 20 years ago is the genre of bloggers doing porn reviews like magazine writers used to do fancy book reviews. Smart people with a literary turn of mind, viewing porn — often rather stupid porn, as so much of it was and remains — as a text, and finding intelligent entertaining things to say about said text.
Who remembers the psuedonymous blogger “Kitty Bukkake”, blogging on the Diaryland platform? That would be me. Possibly only me, but at least I have receipts. Here’s three paragraphs from a much longer watch-and-review piece that Kitty did about the Jim Powers sleaze-classic American Bukkake 10. Kitty wrote this twenty years plus about a week ago:
Trinity Maxx is the first person to speak in American Bukkake 10. “Waiting is the hardest part, I tell ya,” she says to the camera, as a PA tells her “5 more minutes.” They chat about how porn time is different than regular time, and she explains, again to the camera, “The plot thickens.” I don’t know what she meant. I do know she seems to have a bit of a Boston accent, she’s white and very pretty. I wonder if she went to my high school.
Cut to Trinity’s solo scene. She finds herself alone in a concrete room and decides it is the perfect place to strip off her silver two-piece and masturbate. So she does for a while, and then she’s on a platform doing it more, but now in front of about 30 or 40 guys sitting crosslegged on the floor. I’m going to refer to these men as jerkoffs (the site for the video is jerkoffzone.com, so don’t take it the wrong way). Someone claps from off-camera and the jerkoffs stand up. Another clap and they pull down their underwear. A third clap and they hold their underwear above their heads, and a final clap brings shouts of “Bukkake!” and the flinging of the underwear at Trinity, who laughs and throws a pair of black boxers into the air gleefully. This is supposed to replicate the ancient Japanese ritual of bukkake, probably, and it happens at the beginning of every scene.
Pretty much right after the underwear gets tossed, the jerking off gets going. Trinity leans against a trashbag-covered backrest. Lots of the noises she supposedly makes are overdubbed. Her lips are closed and still she aahs; her teeth are clenched and yet she oohs. That’s the soundtrack, along with some instrumental music (I keep expecting it to stop for an operator to tell me that my call will be answered in the order in which it was received), the guys’ heavy breathing and grunting, plus some loud cameras. She tries to look as if she is having a sensual and enjoyable experience but I don’t believe her. Though I am trying not to say things like “She couldn’t possibly enjoy having three dozen strangers beat off on her head!” In therapy, I’ve found myself making blanket statements about how people feel, and my therapist replies with a “why not?” or a “you think?” and I realize that I’m just being judgmental and stupid, because there’s no telling what a person will do for love or money given the opportunity. Trinity says thank you to the jerkoffs sometimes, and she’s sort of sweet to them.
And that’s just the first scene! Kitty does the entire videotape (remember those?) in all its dubious and explosively-sticky glory.
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Tuesday, May 17th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
I’ve heard rumors about this sort of gentlemen’s club. The membership is always exclusive, but the entertainments are so lurid, stories do leak out. I’m not sure if the writhing woman fingering herself is a simple exhibition of pleasure, or if it’s prelude to a bukkake sort of thing:
This art is by Pyat.
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2022 -- by Bacchus
When the bukkake fetish first started to storm the porn beaches of America in the early 1990s, it got marketed with a misogynistic legend about how bukkake was an ancient Japanese folk practice for punishing adulteresses. As late as 2003, the director of the American Bukkake video series was running around telling this tall tale to college newspaper reporters as if it were fact.
That story is, of course, complete bullshit. Bukkake was invented to sell videotapes, in the heated Japanese porn market of the 1980s.
The panels above are from a two-page comic-style History Of Bukkake from Cinema Sewer #17, published in perhaps 2005 or 2006. Text is credited to Robin Bougie, art is credited to Phil B.
Saturday, October 23rd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Per Bondage Blog, this is Sabrina Jade in American Bukkake 13, with her hands (are they tied?) behind her back and the plastic cone of shame duct-taped around her neck:
Does anybody still remember with fondness those innocent days back in 2002 when bukkake was still so unknown to American porn consumers that various sex bloggers wrote bukkake explainers?
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Thursday, April 22nd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
How did the bukkake party get rolling? Well, it looked a bit like this:
Artist is Bruce Morgan.
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Monday, June 18th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
It’s like the nightmare of a woman who really doesn’t like to swallow:
Artwork is from the cover of Terror Blu #105.
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Monday, July 6th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
At Camp Sierra Echo X-Ray, military discipline takes a strange turn that looks a lot like bukkake:
From Indefinite Detention, a Dofantasy comic by Gary Roberts.
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Sunday, February 8th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
What’s the old infantryman joke about incoming artillery? “Oh lord, for what we are about to receive, may we be truly thankful…” This young lady seems to feel the same way about the bukkake party where she has suddenly found herself at the center of attention:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Monday, July 1st, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I’m trying to figure out the expression on her face. Neither lust nor pleasure, not quite disgust — perhaps, bemusement?
That’s Audrianna Angel from Nasty Little Facials.
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Monday, April 23rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
She has already fed:
I’m pretty sure that’s a Porn Pros girl by the name of Kourtney Kane, but I’m not sure which site in their network it’s from.
Thursday, June 9th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
It’s not hard to understand that the sites catering to the rivers-of-cum fantasy presumably have a special recipe involving condensed milk (or whatever). But is it possible to have too much of a good thing? I think it might be:
Source: a gallery of absurdly-faked cumshots from the PornPros network.
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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This is just one of the many reasons why you don’t leave your gummy bears alone in a dark room:
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Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
She’s been taught to smile. So, the brilliant and quite attractive smile stays fixed on her face.
But, she’d really like a towel now. And so she’s looking for the towel boy…
The sticky cutie is Cherry Poppens in 1000 Facials Volume 3.
Tuesday, September 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I never knew that sex graffiti was such an interactive art form:
Via Street Art Sucks (although I’d say this bit more like, blows.)
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Monday, April 20th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Because starlets are always more fun with stuff smeared on them:
This is one of those pics that is making the rounds of the celebrity blogs, but I can’t find a single one of them that’s sane-and-safe enough for a link credit. (When the advertising on site gets above a certain manic-desperation level, I just can’t link in good conscience — I assume y’all are looking for entertainment, not epilepsy.)
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Sunday, May 4th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Reader KingTaco writes in with some choice sex spam. I didn’t want it in the comment thread where KingTaco put it, but I fully concur with the urge to share it with the broader world. KingTaco says:
I’ve just received what I consider to be the holy grail of porn spam. It’s easily the most impressive piece of all-text advertising I’ve ever seen. I hope it’s not in bad taste of me to post it in it’s near entirety here (near in the sense that I’ve removed the linked porn site because it’s not my intention to try and advertise for them using the Eros Blog comments as a free ride):
“You could be thinking to yourself, how did an exotic Oriental fetish such as bukkake could become so widespread. It’s pretty simple, really. It’s all about traditional, conservative values. And what can be more accepted or conservative than openly humiliating women who cheat on their husbands by dragging them into the public square, binding them tightly with ropes and having every able-bodied male in town shoot hot loads of thick, burbling man-sap into the offending wenches’ pleading, upturned faces?
Nowadays, bukkake isn’t a punishment… it’s a way of life! Modern, liberated young women of all races, colors and creed have awoken to the sexual potentials of this practice, and today, you cannot swing a dead cat without hitting a gal who loves it right up on the face, or right down the throat, or in the eyes, or all over their heads, whatever way they can get it, really.
If you desire your models charming, your content exclusive and your facials hardcore, then (link removed) is certainly what you have been looking for.”
Such a prose poem to the glories of facial spooge almost cries out for a picture, so I went and found one for you:
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Thursday, March 13th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Greta Christina has a good essay up on the Blowfish Blog on sexual perspective and the reasons we aren’t very accepting as a culture of other people’s sexual tastes:
So unless you’re pathologically stubborn, you eventually learn perspective. You figure out that, as much as you may personally dislike broccoli or blue cheese, Wagner or Western Swing, people who eat it/ listen to it are not mentally deranged. (Or the reverse: that as much as you may personally enjoy these delights, people who don’t like them are not pathologically cut off from the one true source of pleasure and meaning.) People still do sometimes make personal judgments about others based on their tastes in food and music; but those judgments don’t usually result in people being sent to the county jail or the loony bin.
But when it comes to sex, most of us don’t get that kind of training. People don’t come back to work on Mondays and chat about how they tried spanking over the weekend, they way they’ll chat about how they tried a new Moroccan restaurant or went to see a German funk band their brother told them about. They don’t go to parties and share a funny story about the new buttplug they just bought, the way they’ll tell a funny story about trying to make a salmon souffle for their in-laws or the weird harpist who opened for Radiohead. (Well, they sometimes do at my parties . . . but you know what I mean.) Most of us haven’t been regaled with myriad and varied stories about exactly what kinds of sex other people like, and why exactly they like it.
It’s better now than it once was, by a long shot. The amount of sexual information that’s easily available today far surpasses anything I had when I was young. But most of us still don’t get exposed to a widely varied range of sexual tastes . . . not the way we get exposed to a barrage of different tastes in music and food, simply as part of everyday life.
And I think that casual barrage is exactly what we need to break through the intensely personal, intensely visceral nature of our sensual experience and give us perspective on it. It’s what we need to teach us that other people really and truly feel differently about sex than we do.
I have to agree with this as a matter of personal anecdote. Although I considered myself a fairly free-thinking and tolerant guy when I started this sex blog more than five years ago, some of the distancing remarks in my old archived posts (like this one, where I was obviously anxious to express my distaste for bukkake) make me wince in embarrassment now, so clear is it to me that I was uncomfortable with the sexual diversity I was reporting on. But the constant barrage of sexual information that I’ve processed in the course of writing this blog has given me much of the perspective Greta is writing about. The most unusual sexual practices now typically strike me as no more problematic than a taste for live grubs or pickled beets — I’d strongly prefer not to have any, thanks, but I’m not disturbed or surprised (ok, still a little surprised, sometimes) that somebody else finds enjoyment there.
Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Just doing what I’m told, here. I found this graphic over at Renegade Evolution with the caption: “Say Hello To Postfeminism.”
I think, as captioned, that this is a snarky attack on post-feminism from a traditional anti-porn feminist perspective. But what do I know? It could be a straightforward celebration of a post-feminism that doesn’t automatically equate a little friendly facial cum-shot / bukkake action with subservience and degradation.
Well, it could be. And running with that theory, this young lady could be exploring personal empowerment through post-modern alternatives in beverage dispensing:
Or, for reasons known only to herself, she could be symbolically trying to suck the dick of a man who is (symbolically) busy trying to pee on her face. Yeah, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, so maybe she’s just thirsty? Er, but she’s got a sealed beverage in her left hand.
Oh, hell, let’s go all the way and zoom in on that shot, just to celebrate the the triumph of branding that Miller Light has achieved by giving away free pitchers at this particular beach party:
Update: My bad. After reading a little more Renegade Evolution, I’m now leaning toward the “straightforward celebration” theory.
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Friday, December 8th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
In which a little too much boy energy gets all jammed up inside a computer animator, and then, in due course, comes out again, as it will:
From Bondage Blog.
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Monday, October 23rd, 2006 -- by Aphrodite
Bacchus may think he’s satisfied reader requests for penis pix with his gingerbread bukkake, but he didn’t satisfy me so I’ll take matters into my own hands. And mouth, and cunt…..
The only thing wrong with this picture is we can’t see his tummy.
Lots more goodies at The Penis.
Monday, October 23rd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Sometimes commentary is genuinely superfluous:
Hot frosting facial, anybody?
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Saturday, March 11th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
One feature of vintage pornography, now mostly vanished, is the anti-clerical, anti-papist depictions of Catholic clergy. Early erotic novels, which mostly tended to be contraband anyway, were chock-full of priests, nuns, and monks run sexually amok in orgiastic golcondas of kinky sex, rape, and flagellation involving each other, whatever innocent children they could seduce or kidnap from their flocks, and sundry nearby farm animals. One doesn’t see so much of that in modern pornography, but there was a bit of it remaining in the hardcore porn of the 1960s and 1970s, which this appears to be:
One could almost surmise, from the hopefully expectant expressions on the nuns’ faces, that they are praying for (and working for) a sudden shower of manna. Nun bukkake, anyone?
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Saturday, November 26th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Omigawd, sometimes Fleshbot finds things that don’t bear much contemplation. Just for instance, hentai cum sculptures:
I’d say somebody was really bored, except… on the evidence, it would seem he wasn’t really bored at all.
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Thursday, 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.
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005 -- by Aphrodite
Bacchus’ post on increased-ejaculate spam and concerns prompted a pleasant stroll down memory lane for me, with an interesting twist–I compared my experiences with various lovers, with the hope of coming up with something helpful from a female perspective. Don’t know that I’ve accomplished that, but I’ll still share my thoughts.
Bacchus is dead right that what goes on inside can be, er, hard to measure. But if a lady is tight enough, and paying sufficient attention, she can feel something that correlates, apparently, to the force of her partner’s ejaculation. At least I can….or could. (Not having a steady sex life, partner-wise, I’ve lost some muscle tone. :( ) I’m sure I’m not alone in having that ability.
Where it might become more of an issue is externally-oriented play, as some commenters focused on. While shooting a huge load is probably highly desirable for bukkake, and sometimes on other occasions, there are definitely times when a gal doesn’t want to have to be concerned about telltale white streaks on skin, clothing, or in her hair. (But then again, there are definitely times when it’s part of the lingering fun after sex to wonder if anybody can put the clues together and figure out that you’ve just had some naughty fun!)
Where I’ve noticed volume the most is in fellatio, no surprise there. I’ve had gushers and dribblers, and you know what? The amount of the ejaculate never seems directly tied to how much my partner seems to be enjoying himself. That’s even true for those male actors out there who like to give the impression that every sex act is the ultimate thrill, never to be topped [big yawn].
What really gets me off is knowing I’m getting him off–genuine pleasure, not the going-for-the-Oscar type stuff. The slow, subtle increase in muscle tension in his abs, thighs, and butt muscles…..the pelvic thrusts (if he’s in a position that allows ’em)….the changes in his breathing…especially the ragged breathing as he gets close to coming…oh my, is it getting warm in here? Hearing that breathing gets me going so much that I don’t care about load and velocity, I just want the explosion!!!
And last, I do enjoy giving prostate stimulation–only from the outside so far for me, no heavy-duty milking–to guys who aren’t hung up about being touched there. It seems to always add to the intensity of his orgasm, whether or not it increases his ejaculate. And if it’s better for him, it’s better for me! :D
Monday, December 6th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
The title says it all. Boing Boing has all the, er, juicy details. Plastered (so to speak) on billboards forty feet high, too.
And thanks, Aphrodite. My winter cold seems almost gone now!
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Friday, May 21st, 2004 -- by Bacchus
The market for blog entries about bukkake has been sorely underserved ever since The Reverse Cowgirl folded her blog. (We are still miffed that she vanished without so much as a farewell entry, but there it is.) Still, this humble sex blog fills her footsteps when it can. Herewith: a bukkake song.
Wednesday, November 19th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Ever since the erstwhile Reverse Cowgirl packed up her digital tent in the night, scraped a pine branch over the digital ground to erase her website and all sign of her passing, and led her horse silently out of the sex blog camp like a cowhand who just learned he’d impregnated the Big Boss’s only daughter, I’ve missed her intelligent eye for the sexy-but-odd. Fortunately, the new Fleshbot is proving to have moments of link-choosing brilliance that remind me of her. Today they even have a bukkake link! Fleshbotties, are you sure you don’t have the Cowgirl locked in your closet and enslaved via the use of industrial strength remote control vibrating panties?
The link of the day, though, and the treasure that really reminded me of the inexplicably deleted Cowgirl blog, was their link to the art photo 76 Blowjobs. It’s awesome.
Friday, October 3rd, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Because Fusilier is looking for a few of ’em. Knowing how to spell “bukkake” is a plus:
A Cargill TV ad about the quality of baby food ends with a slo-mo gray spoonful of said product splashing on Mom’s smiling face. Some really twisted mind could take that video clip and run with it. Not me, though.
I’m sure there’s a whole new porn niche in there, sort of a fusion of MILF and splosh, with aesthetics informed by bukkake. Wow. Anybody?
Sunday, July 27th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
You’ve seen spit bubbles, right? Well, apparently the American porn industry thought that was an idea worth borrowing, with an appropriate transformation into the realm of bukkake. Another image that you must affirmatively click to view. We have our standards here at ErosBlog! (Namely, low and variable.)
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Tuesday, June 24th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
George Kranze has some thoughts on how to integrate bukkake more fully into American culture:
Talk about a natural fund raiser – how many times have you been driving around and seen a church group or civic club selling car washes ? Now, who the hell wants to wash their car ? I let mine sit in the rain – works just fine.
But suppose you drove past a fire department and saw a large hand-lettered sign that read “Bukkake $5” . You park, and walk into the station, (which has been emptied of fire trucks for this occasion), and lo and behold, a gorgeous brunette Demi Moore look alike is kneeling on a pillow in the center of the garage. Men mill around, drinking draft Heineken from a freshly tapped keg, bullshitting, and stroking their meat. One by one, as the need arises, they drift on over to Demi and shoot their load.
Her hair is streaked with strands of cum, cum hangs from her chin and occasionally falls to her bare breasts – she is grinning like a she-devil – a good time is had by all. Shit, you would donate 5 bucks and join the party, right ?
And he thinks it would be just the thing for centers of higher learning:
Sororities at some of our rowdier campuses could require that all new members undergo a bukkake.
The beautiful debutante would kneel in the center of a large room in the sorority house while several invited fraternity houses mill around, swilling beer, and, uh, rising to the occasion. The debutante would have to fellate the three largest guys, the rest would have to service themselves. At the crucial moment guys move right next to or in front of the cutie and shoot their load. The whole party would be recorded on video for both the sorority archives and the debutantes scrapbook. (Interesting item for her future ex-husband don’t you think?)
For anyone who is still confused about this bukkake business (as Stan Rogers would say, “You lucky few”) there’s some background here and here.
Saturday, June 7th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Even before Fox News showed the world (courtesy of the virile artillerypersons of the 3ID), Dr. Susan Block had figured out that Iraq was all about the bukkake.
Friday, April 4th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
You will have noticed that ErosBlog doesn’t dwell on the war. You want warnography, there’s plenty better places to find it. But this is on topic.
A Fox News clip that’s been aired frequently over the last few days shows the firing of some large artillery pieces, of the old-fashioned (meaning not self-propelled) variety. The camera briefly zooms in on the barrel, where (if you look sharp) you can see white writing: “$ SHOT”.
Money Shot. Noun: In pornography, the moment when the male performer pulls out so that his ejaculation may be captured on film. Allegedly so called because of a perceived need to convince the buying public that the sex was “real”.
So it would appear that we aren’t just killing Iraqis — we are subjecting them to a gigantic involuntary bukkake with long range flying globs of supersonic red hot metallic high explosive fragmenting semen.
Yippee.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Monday, January 20th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
The Reverse Cowgirl is back with actual words on her blog (Yay!) and she links to a story from a college newspaper that’s sort of an overview of the bukkake thing, with a review of a specific American Bukkake title.
All of which is reproduced here because, as noted previously, bukkake is one of those fringe porn things that doesn’t get written about much with any degree of honesty. There are a bunch of wierd, odd, unusual, or downright gross things happening out on the fringes of porn, and folks with the courage to discuss them (perhaps thereby making them more comprehensible to the rest of us) should be encouraged.
However, all that is by way of disclaimer, because the article itself is exactly the sort of sex writing that ErosBlog usually avoids like the plague. When nominally pro-sex authors take great pains to mention and then reinforce that they are not aroused by the subject at hand, and then digress several times into discourses on the feminist implications of their topic, all while maintaining an intellectualized tone intended to remind everyone that they are, ya know, serious… well, the result tends not to be very interesting to anyone who is more interested in sexual topics than in academic pretension.
Having said all that, however, this particular article also contains the history of bukkake according to a director thereof, presented with all due skepticism:
Director [of the American Bukkake series] Jim Powers says, “Bukkake is about discipline.” He also provides background on the practice’s mock Asiatic name. “Bukkake is an ancient Japanese custom where if a woman cheated on her husband, the rest of the village men would take her off to a cave somewhere and jack off on her face and in her mouth. And usually what would happen is the woman would kill herself afterwards,” Powers says with an earnest expression and voice that make you eventually realize he actually believes what he’s saying.
Monday, December 30th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Bukkake is one of those hard-core porn concepts that you either know about or you don’t. The Reverse Cowgirl mentions it all the time, but she’s not much help to the clueless. When the word comes up in conversation (yah, as if that happens every day) the folks who aren’t familiar with it look puzzled, and the folks who know what it means refuse to elaborate. Because how could one define this word in even semi-polite conversation?
Carly the Pornblographer gives it a shot, so to speak:
Bukkake is something that I have only a small amount of knowledge on, so some of the more learned members of our industry might want to chime in with some history. But as I understand it, the practice originated in Japan before rising to some popularity in the States. A Bukkake video usually features one of two things: either a girl getting spunked on by numerous (usually) anonymous cocks, or numerous (usually) anonymous cocks spunk into some kind of receptacle, and the girl guzzles it. This is what taking the Atkins Diet too far does to you.
Now if only someone could explain why this is sexy. Yah yah yah, different strokes for different folks, one person’s fetish is another person’s gross out, your kink is not my kink but that doesn’t mean your kink is not OK, et cetera, literally (in this case) ad nauseum. Bacchus still doesn’t get it.
That said, ErosBlog is going out on the cutting (shooting?) edge. If you really really want to know what bukkake is, here is a picture. Publishing a bukkake picture may be a blogging first. If it grosses you out, tough shit — you knew where you were going when you clicked the link.
If anyone feels this is a new low for ErosBlog, you may perhaps be right. Perhaps mixing a Long Island Iced Tea in the one-liter beer mug was not such a good idea. Alas:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
— Omar Khayyam
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