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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.
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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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Wednesday, March 22nd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This blonde is doing a good job of taking in the entire dick. Her gag reflex, she has it mastered:
Animated clip is from a Brazzers video, but I don’t know which one.
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Friday, December 23rd, 2022 -- by Bacchus
When you’re a pretty blonde sex worker, or an undercover investigator posing as one, in the rougher favelas of Brazil, getting face fucked is just another professional skill:
Panels are from the Dofantasy sex comic Cidade Do Diabo Part 3 by Lesbi K. Leih.
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Tuesday, May 31st, 2022 -- by Bacchus
This enthusiastic blowjob.gif stars Adriana Chechik in POV Amateur Auditions Vol. 7:
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Wednesday, August 11th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
This was one of those fun swinging parties where the wives win prizes or pay punishment forfeits based on their competitive ability to answer the “is this my husband or not?” question based on taste, smell, genital shape, and face-fucking style, without the use of sight:
Photos are from one of the older sites in the huge PornPros network.
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Friday, August 6th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Deep throat is an athletic enterprise — don’t let anybody tell you different! To reach peak performance, the most successful competitors work out and practice vigorously. This enthusiastic oral athlete is Ginger O’Neil, who was a cams performer of some minor celebrity five or ten years ago:
Here’s a smaller but visually sharper version of the animation.
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Tuesday, April 27th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Here’s something pretty gnarly, going down in a stainless steel hot tub. The photo in question might just represent an unfortunate angle from which to film a deep-throat blowjob. But it kinda looks like she’s rimming the guy, in the sense of “rimming” where the goal more like “setting the global depth record for tongue insertion.” Hard to say.
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Saturday, January 30th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Hentai deep throat gifs are everywhere. But do we truly ever grow weary of them? Of course not, you batch of sillies:
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Wednesday, April 17th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Sometimes the simple things are best. Like this deep throat line art by Brian Tarsis:
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Wednesday, July 26th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
The artist writes:
Originally called “Talented” but I didn’t want anyone to miss the her bulging throat! So I added a couple tears, and changed the name.
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Wednesday, June 8th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
I’ve always been fascinated by artwork showing fantastic and impractical sex toys. This one is the Deep Throat 5200 from xxxx52:
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Thursday, July 17th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
These are details from two panels of a comic called Furious Sax, by Arcor.
Sunday, October 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
The woman in this video is a webcam personality called Kristina Lovett. I’d say she’s got talent:
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Saturday, May 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a certain modern style of serious blowjobs in gonzo porn that goes far beyond the these-days-it-seems-so-gentle 1970s Deep Throat “position her head just so, give her time to adjust her gag reflex, and slide your cock smoothly down her throat” model of throat fucking. It’s a style that’s all about speed and forcefulness and a reckless disregard for inevitable vomit.
And so, dear readers, it’s Not For Me. Vomit and blood and scat are my unholy trinity; I do not like them in my porn and I do not want to encounter them sexually. No judgment on them as may disagree, just (very much) not my thing.
But it’s ErosBlog’s enduring mission to find and share all manner of accounts of sexual pleasure, with special attention to non-standard modes of pleasure not often described elsewhere. Somebody describing the sex thing they do and explaining why it’s hot for them, that’s the ErosBlog beat if there ever was one. And in that spirit, here’s Rain DeGrey in a blog post called Vomit At Christmas:
I am one of those rare girls that could get off from someone sucking my strap-on, but I had rather specific desires. Strapped between my legs, a cock became a weapon of destruction. I didn’t want someone to daintily slurp on my dick, I wanted to own the back of their throat.
I wanted to make people choke and gasp and flail about, eyes streaming, made even better if they were wearing massive amounts of eyeliner so that they ended up looking like a sad-eyed panda on the end of my dick. I wanted to shove my cock so deeply down someone’s mouth hole that every molecule of oxygen in their lungs was only there because I permitted it to be so. I wanted to face fuck someone until they vomited and then use their puke as lube to continue the face fucking. I wanted to destroy people with my dick, unraveling them to the very core of their being until they were an undone puddle of flesh at my feet.
With needs like this, it was not often that I met someone that could take it at the level I liked to dish it out at. This all changed when I met Juliette…
We rejoin Rain and Juliette on a stage at a kinky Christmas party in San Francisco:
When it was our turn to go on, I placed out some towels in a “splash circle” over the rubber mats that covered most of the wooden floor, then led Juliette onto the center of the towels. Turning to the sea of upturned faces, I announced “This is going to be a demonstration of edge play. Everything you are about to see is completely consensual. If vomit or breath play makes you uncomfortable, you are are free to leave.” Nobody made a motion to stir. “Alrighty then.” I said.
I pounced. There was no warm-up, no grace period. My strap-on was abruptly and forcefully sheathed to the hilt down Juliette’s cranked open mouth. She struggled and gasped, her thin limbs thrashing about uselessly. Her eyes watered and her makeup slowly shifted from “pretty party princess” to “mental disturbed with epilepsy hands”. Whenever makeup runs into cock, cock wins every single time. The drool flowed and thick viscous back of the throat slime ran down off her chin, coating her breasts. Whenever she would slide limply off my dick and onto the floor I would haul her back up by her increasingly disheveled hair and pop her back onto my cock. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. The cock truck.
Then the vomit started…
Lest you think this is some unique thing: it’s not. “She looked like she had been hit by a cock truck” is — if you judge by even the most cursory survey of the clips on your local tube site — is a destination on the erotic map that lots of people enjoy visiting, in their porn if perhaps (who knows?) not quite so often in their actual bedrooms. It’s really easy to see something “extreme” (by your own personal standards) on a porn tube and think “Damn, she’s only doing that because some creepy pornographer paid her a lot of money, nobody does that for fun.” What I’ve learned over the years — and it’s an important lesson for the many people out there with minority fetishes — is that “nobody does that for fun” almost always turns out to be wrong.
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Friday, December 21st, 2012 -- by Bacchus
So I’ve been rummaging around in the paid area at Sexually Broken, and … no, wait.
I’ve got some rambling to do. But, as I ramble, I’m going to keep dropping pretty pictures of this dude who is “slaving away” (ha!) at his desk while getting a bondage blowjob from Penny Pax:
Let me just be right up front here and say that I really strongly dislike the name of this porn site. For me “broken” means something like “irreparably damaged” (not sexy to me) or it means something like “forcibly tamed” (think unruly wild horses) which doesn’t map very well in my personal fantasy-space to any BDSM fantasies that could rescue it from being too creepy when applied to, you know, actual human women with the capacity to consent (or not).
So, that’s the name. The actual content, though, I like rather a lot better. It’s a rough-sex sort of approach that uses bondage to facilitate the fucking, with a lot of black-diamond-difficulty deep throating, athletic high-energy sweat-and-drool-and-cum squishy-messy sex, and “forced” orgasms facilitated by big powerful vibrators and bondage helplessness. It’s sex you watch for the sheer spectacle of the thing, more than sex you (meaning “middle-aged, moderately-kinky, very lazy persons like me”) actually are likely to engage in. The high energy on display reminds me a bit of the porn style they used to call “gonzo”, but in the bit of rummaging about the site that I’ve done so far, I haven’t spotted any of the hateful elements (the contemptuous spitting and slapping, the pointless verbal abuse) that always ruined gonzo porn for me. What’s more, some of the Sexually Broken movies contain enough pre-and-post-action interviews to make it clear (as gonzo porn rarely did) that the models are happy to be there and comfortable with the menu of shoot activities. The bondage, too, is kind of refreshing in its single-minded focus; there’s less of (not none, but less of) the whippings and canings and floggings, and a lot more of the “in these ropes you’ll be helpless to avoid being ridiculous amounts of pleasure inflicted on you” sexual purpose that BDSM-y fetish porn too-frequently lacks.
So, what does any of that have to do with brokenness? I dunno, I’m still not seeing it. But Sexually Broken has an “About” page that takes a whack at it, and if the name doesn’t make sense to me, the least I can do is let them take their own shot at explaining to the rest of you what they mean by it:
Matt Williams takes wanton beauties, ties them in breath taking positions, and systematically blows their minds sexually.
The girls are bound helplessly in predicaments they have never explored before. Weights are hung from their nipples and their tongues are forced out of their mouth. Matt Williams slides his massive hard cock down their throats till they can’t breath. He only lets them breath when he’s ready and then he begins pounding the backs of their throats. That’s not where it ends though. Matt continues to fuck them in each of their holes. He uses toys to take them to heights they’ve never been to before. In the end he leaves them Sexually Broken.
Updated three times weekly with full HD content, Sexually Broken is the place to find truly original hardcore sex.
For me, the pretty pictures don’t stop being pretty just because I can’t quite parse somebody’s porn site naming/marketing decision:
And I suppose it’s time to confess: I don’t really ever get tired of seeing Penny Pax on my computer screen. I’m a sucker for porn blondes with pretty eyes, what can I say?
But seriously, does this woman look sexually broken to you? Frankly I don’t even think she looks dented — to me she’s got that “really, mister, that foreplay was nice and all and I could use a breather, but I’m far from done here — what else you got?” look in her eyes:
I suppose I should explain that the “blowjob under the desk” scene we’ve been looking at comes from the November 19 update, where the update title is “Apartment 345: A Feature Presentation of Real Life Fantasies From Your Favorite Porn Stars!” It’s a real 45-minute porn movie (not just the more-common “a girl, a guy, a set, a rough bondage sex scene”) framed as Penny’s real fantasies, acted out for your viewing pleasure. And the plot is: she comes home horny, she rides in the elevator with some menacing men who get her erotic imagination going, she imagines one of them pushing into her apartment behind her and making her his abject sex slave for the next eight hours. There are at least five major bondage sex scenes (depending on how you count) of which the one we’ve been viewing so far is perhaps the third. In the last one, she actually gets a little bedraggled looking:
But that’s because (as the sales copy puts it) “he fucks her from behind while dunking her head underwater in the bathtub. She cums so hard…” Which makes (as you can imagine) a pretty edgy and intense bondage sex scene. Closed track, professional driver, et cetera.
After all of which she no doubt actually wanted and needed a bath, and the hot water was right there, right? You’ve got to love intense porn that shows you a bit of the self-care “after”:
But: “broken”? No. Just no. She’s not broken. And for me that’s a good thing.
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Tuesday, December 6th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Found here.
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Thursday, November 10th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
This is potentially relevant to our interests:
Turn Off Your Gag Reflex by Squeezing Your Left Thumb
From the article:
This isn’t a new discovery, but it’s one many of us hadn’t heard of before, so we thought it worth sharing. If you’re in a situation where something is setting off your gag reflex [Ahem! — Bacchus] just form a fist with your left hand, squeezing your thumb. The folks over at Reddit’s Ask Science forum deliberate as to why this is, and they point to a 2008 study that shows it to be effective–not to mention lots of anecdotal evidence on the internet–but whether it’s an effect of the nerves in your hand or just a distraction, it looks like it’s a pretty useful trick.
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Saturday, November 5th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Even in pen and ink, this is some impressive swallowing:
From a comic called Beta Sexus.
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Sunday, May 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Now, this is a simply mesmerizing animated .gif file. You can see her throat bulging from the cock in it: Deep Throat
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Long ago, when dinosaurs walked the earth, cell phones were bigger than popsicles, and P2P file sharing had just been invented, I was testing out the original Napster, or maybe it was an early version of Gnutella, and this balloon swallowing video (.flv format) was one of the first video files I downloaded.
I was reminded of this when I found yet another vintage photo that had to be shared. There’s just something about those balloons:
Friday, August 17th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
This is fun: Susie Bright interviews Chelsea Girl and publishes part of the transcript on 10 Zen Monkeys. (Alas, the complete interview has apparently not been transcribed, and is available only in that brutally slow and notoriously linear 20th century format, audio.)
SB: I would be remiss if I didn’t ask you to talk about your oral sex discussion.
CG: The “deep throat” post.
SB: I learned so much from that. There are all these people writing “deep throat this” and “deep throat that.” And there’s even porn how-to films. But it never gets beyond the sort of Linda Lovelace fanfare of deep throat. Until you, no one talked about how you really get things…
CG: Down.
SB: How the nature of your saliva changes once you get in the right… You call it the viscous stuff.
CG: Yeah, the viscous, porn star-y spit.
SB: How did you learn how to give spectacular deep throat sex? Who taught you?
CG: My pediatrician.
SB: Oh, come on! No, stop!
CG: I had strep throat a lot as a kid. And I hated tongue depressors. And every winter I would have my throat swabbed over and over again. And so I learned how to control my gag reflex so that I didn’t have to have a tongue depressor in my mouth when they swabbed my throat. That’s essentially the same technique I use when I deep throat. I had no idea it would come in handy. But seriously, the first time I gave head, it just went down.
SB: Well, did you realize that the nature of one’s saliva and mucus would change and that you’d get more lubrication?
CG: Oh, that came from Jenna Jameson – I was reading Jenna Jameson’s book, which was ghostwritten by Neil Strauss, of course. Anyway, Jenna sort of articulated how, once you start, your gag reflex is your friend. And once you start to have the gagging happen, that’s when you get that nice thick viscous spit.
Friday, April 20th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
From Journey Into Submission, a conversation on what happens when you attempt to economize on sex toys:
Somehow the conversation veered way off track.
“Butt plug and ball gag?” someone asked, echoing the last person’s statement.
“How about a butt plug ball gag?” another person asked.
“Ewwww! That’s gross!” a third chimed in.
I tried to hide my face in my hand and ignore the flush rising to my cheeks. Mr Stern looked down at me kneeling at his feet, taking in the banter.
“A butt plug ball gag. Hmmm…” he said, tapping my forehead with his finger. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
Two nights before I had been laying naked on his bed, tied wrists to thighs, with Rachel on one side and Mr Stern on the other…
“Did I tell you what I did to her a few weeks ago?” Mr Stern asked Rachel. I had my eyes closed so I didn’t see but I assume she shook her head.
“I sent her to the grocery store with a butt plug in her cunt,” he said. Rachel laughed.
“Did she keep it in the whole time or did it fall out at the store?” she asked.
“Tell her, slut. Open your eyes, look at Rachel, and tell her if it stayed in the whole time,” he ordered, pulling my hair to force my head back. I swallowed hard, tried to focus and suppressed a giggle that suddenly threatened to bubble up.
“It stayed in the whole time,” I said, meeting her eyes. She nodded wisely. I’m sure I was blushing fiercely at the crudeness of the conversation.
“Which one was it, slut? Was it this one?” Mr Stern asked after a minute, climbing back onto the bed. I shifted my gaze back to him and saw the black butt plug in his hand.
“Yes, Mr Stern, that’s it,” I said. He reached over and pressed it against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and he slid it in. Since I had been the one to clean it, I was as sure as I could be that it was clean. Besides, Mr Stern is a self proclaimed germophobe, he was not liable to do anything that actually exposed me to yickiness.
“Have you been practicing deep throating your dildos so you can take my whole cock in?” he asked as the toy went past my tongue.
I shook my head no, unable to speak with the butt plug deep in my throat. It was just small enough to fit in my mouth but there was no room to talk.
“Slut, you need to practice. Let’s see what you can do with this. I’m going to fuck your face with it,” he said, forcing it to the back of my throat. I tilted my head back to allow deeper access. The flared end of the plug rested against my lips and Mr Stern held it with his fingertips. I moaned as he shoved it in and out.
“Does that turn you on, you fucking slut?” he asked. He loomed over me, watching my reaction.
I nodded as well as I could considering my position.
“I bet she’s imagining it’s my cock. That gets her wetter than anything else,” Mr Stern told Rachel. “Is that what you’re doing, slut?”
I nodded again. It was that very idea – of his cock in my mouth – that was turning me on. I wanted to deep throat his cock the way I was letting the plug slide all the way in. I stuck my tongue out a little further, wrapping it around the widest part of the plug.
Mr Stern started telling Rachel how much he enjoys it when I suck his cock, about how I do something with my tongue that is just perfect, and how I was showing off now in hopes of enticing him into putting his cock in my mouth. I concentrated on not gagging and making my display look good, for exactly the reason he had guessed.
Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Lots of yummy female perspective on the sensation of deep throating, from Pretty Dumb Things:
The art of deep-throating lies in two things: creating enough high-quality viscous porn-starry spit, and relaxing your throat to accommodating proportions. Both take time. The gag reflex is my friend, I know, and so I court it with a wily coquettishness. I take the dick in as far as it just uncomfortably will go, and I wait, holding my breath, until I find my throat begin to relax and until I need to breathe. Then I’ll slide my mouth to the tip, do a little do-si-do with my tongue at the end, and slide back up until I just barely begin to gag and hold again, swallowing the tip.
At these moments what I feel is a mixture of challenge and trust and pride. I trust the man not to thrust and fuck up my prep time. I challenge myself to see how much I can put in my throat, how long I can hold it, how easily I can get ready. And I feel pride in a blowjob well begun. When a guy does thrust and fuck my face before I have properly lubed my throat, it hurts. It feels a lot like when you swallow very hot soup or too big a piece of lamb shank. It sometimes makes me gag a bit, and other times it makes me gag a lot.
After a few minutes of warm up, I can feel my throat begin to relax. Usually then I find an angle that will work for sustained deep-throat with this particular cock — and all are different. Sometimes I like to control the blowjob, and sometimes I like to be face-fucked. And other times, like when I’m tied up, I don’t really have a choice but enjoy being face-fucked. In all cases, finding a comfy spatial relationship is key. Bad angles make for bad fellatio– it’s simple human geometry,
When I’m in control, I feel like I’m choreographing an elaborate underwater ballet with my mouth, my hands, and the dick at hand and mouth. The slurpy noises, the imagined visual, the occasional eye contact, the hushed bated breath, the timely exhale, the fingers sliding the mix of saliva and pre-cum, the cock that pauses, filling my mouth and my throat, my throat fluttering little swallows around its tip. I love the feel of having my mouth full. If I’m really into it, it makes me wish that the guy had two or three other dicks to fill me with simultaneously. This strange feral compulsion washes over me and I wish I could take him into me everywhere all at once, even as I’m trying to keep my head while I’m giving head.
When I’m being face-fucked, however, the sense of control is lost and in its place comes a wild ride. When face-fucked, I feel like I have to keep a delicate balance between my breathing, my relaxed throat, and this relentless pneumatic cock that is drilling my mouth. Much of my experience then is completely wrapped up in my submitting to the moment, of finding my slender balance in this overwhelming crash of sensation. It, too, is pleasurable, though rhythm is important, for if the man isn’t aware of what he’s doing, he can make me gag, and then I have to fight to control that urge, to will it to stop and to find my calm center in his pheromone storm. My throat is almost always sore the day after a rigorous face-fucking.
Monday, February 28th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Via Pursed Lips, this hilarious anecdote from a New York City screening of Inside Deep Throat:
The New York screening of Inside Deep Throat at the Paris Theatre was a hoot. … The hapless lot of directing a post-screening panel fell to Elvis Mitchell, former movie critic at the NY Times. … Mitchell looked on helplessly as McKinnon did her thing, claiming that the film we had just watched was promoting the acceptance of rape. At one point, however, her righteous zeal became unhinged when she claimed that it was not possible to do deep throat safely, that it was a dangerous act that could only be done under hypnosis. “What’s so funny?” she snapped as the audience rippled with mirth. Todd Graff’s hand shot up – “I can do it,” he said, and the room echoed with a chorus of gay men going “me too!” (Gigi Grazer – wife of Brian – later told Graff to stop bragging and that she could do it better than him and had the rocks on her fingers to prove it. Touché).
Sounds like McKinnon picked the wrong audience to spout her anti-sex drivel….
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Thursday, July 24th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
From DeeGee Girl we have tales of wild weekends and at least two threesomes, one of which she herself compares to those stories in Penthouse Forum. An entertaining read to be sure:
We were all in the middle of our menage a trois, languidly lying in bed. I decided that it was time to deep throat JR. I moved between his legs and took his hard cock all the way into my throat and slowly started fucking him with my mouth. My pal moved to kiss him deeply at the same time, muffling his moans. I moved my hand out to play with her pussy at the same time which caused her to start moaning.
At some point she got up and walked over to get a 10 inch dildo from my toy bag. She came back to bed, got on her knees, put the dildo on the bed and started fucking it while she watched me blow JR. JR opened his eyes and looked over at her and almost blew his load into my mouth.
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