The Day The Pornocalypse Came For Sex Stories

On December 21, 2020, the popular adult user-upload site xHamster had 219,000 sex stories in its database:

Five days later, all those stories were gone. The URL had went 404 Page Not Found. (With a cute hamster, naturally.)

Generic 404 text says “Sorry, this feature is technically unavailable due to technical reasons.” But that’s boilerplate. Three and a half months later, the sex stories are still gone. Sorry, people, they ain’t coming back.

Was this truly a #pornocalypse situation? xHamster isn’t talking, but signs point to yes. The biggest (and presumably most profitable) part of xHamster’s offering is its tubesite-style video content, which they monetize, presumably, in all the usual tube ways. In December of 2020, other large tubesites were targeted in a coordinated media campaign that used questionable content on their sites to successfully interrupt their credit card billing access via Visa and Mastercard. My guess is that xHamster saw that attack go down, did a quick internal review of vulnerabilities, and removed the entire erotic stories section out of fear that unpleasant content in there would open them up to similar attacks.

Story sites, as all who frequent them know, accumulate some really bizarre stories when not moderated. I don’t use the word “perversion” lightly, but I feel safe in saying you will get a comprehensive tour of human perversion when exploring any really big story site. The notorious and long-ago arrest of Jake Baker for posting snuff stories to alt.sex.stories notwithstanding, sex story archives have frequently been an “anything goes” medium for over-the-top erotic expression. Blood-on-the-walls splatter-gore, cannibalism, piss and poop and vomit, incest between people of all ages, and other squicky stuff that’s too odd to describe in a few short words: it’s all in there.

Now, I never frequented xHamster’s offering, and thus I can’t say whether or how well they moderated their stories. Maybe they didn’t have any of the wildly perverted stuff. Odds are, though, whatever they did have panicked them. They saw other tubes under attack, and it dawned on them how readily their most unpleasant story content could be weaponized against their billing. Since the stories likely weren’t much of a profit center… Boom! The pornocalypse came, real sudden-like.

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My Articles On Noveltrove

Over the last couple of months I wrote several articles for the blog at the erotic stories site Noveltrove, and I just realized that the articles never got a mention here, although I did announce them on Twitter. So, to make up for the lack, here are some links to catch you up. The first article is my latest take on sex blog history, and the other two are reviews of some of the internet’s most ancient and comprehensive collections of adult stories:

• Sex Blog History: The Early Days Of Sex Blogging
• ASSTR – The Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository
• Literotica: A Great Big List Of Literate Erotica Stories

Noveltrove has been a joy to work with, and if you like what I do here at ErosBlog, you should check out not just my articles there, but the entire site, where they are building their own erotic story community just exactly the way they want it to be.

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Noveltrove Erotic Stories

Since long before the invention of the web, people have been using the internet to collect and distribute erotic stories. I’ve linked for many years to some of these collections, including at least one that has its roots in those pre-web Usenet days. Erotic story collections are usually free, the authors are usually unpaid, and the best of the collections are curated in some way for quality. What’s more, you tend to get more diversity of subject matter when people are writing for the love of their own particular fetishes. (Commercial erotica, for all its pleasures, tends to hew to a much narrower set of topics and story lines.) For all these reasons, I have loved this kind of adult story collections since forever.

Today I’m pleased to have learned about Noveltrove.com, which is an erotic stories community featuring not just sexy prose, but also author pages and a forum where authors and readers can hang out and discuss the stories. It’s both free-to-use and free of advertising:

And what about the stories themselves? The half-dozen stories I’ve dipped into so far have been well-executed and, shall we say, sufficiently erotic. Here’s an example from Time To Play A Game, a light-hearted husband/wife scenario in which they play a trivia game and the loser has to do anything the winner wants for 24 hours. She’s used to winning, but this time, she did not win, and so now, for the first time, it’s her turn to do what she’s told:

“Jason, I told you. I can’t call in sick today.”

“I’m not asking you to call in sick. I mean, if you could and if you wanted to then that would be fine. But if you can’t, you can’t. All I’m asking you to do is to wear the pearl panties. You can take any precautions you need to so you don’t get fired or anything. Just wear the panties all day.”

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

I raise my eyebrows and take a sip of my coffee and start heading over to the bathroom. This ought to be easy enough. I slip the lace up over my hips and pull the pearl strand under to the back to tie it into place.

Oh. My. God.

Even before I finish tying the ridiculous bow in the back, the pearls work their way across my opening and graze against my clit. This is not going to be as easy as I thought.

I pull my pants back up. Every movement tugs on that strand of pearls. Each step stimulates my clit as the pearls make their way between my lips. The folds of my pussy swell and blossom under the gentle stimulation.

Oh, damn.

I walk back out of the bathroom. Jason is wearing the largest smile I have ever seen, holding out my coffee mug.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I mutter.

There doesn’t seem to be a good way to walk. No way to decrease the pearls’ effects on my clit. I’m dripping relentlessly. My core aches for more. Even my nipples become harder and graze against the smooth silk of my bra.

“No trying to get out of this, now.”

“No. I’m not trying to get out of this. I just don’t know if I can walk around work all day like this.” My breathing is falling out of control. I grab onto his broad shoulders as the pearls shiver against my clit. “I just think tomorrow might be a better day for this. That’s all.”

There are more than a thousand stories in almost thirty categories from “anal” to “voyeur”. Lots to enjoy!

Edith Wharton Wrote Erotica?

It would appear that she did, like all good literary ladies in 1919.

This is from a short erotic story called The Bread Of Angels and I am indebted to Miss Maggie Mayhem for the link:

An instant more, and his tongue had left her fainting mouth and was twisting like a soft, pink snake about each breast in turn, passing from one to the other till his lips closed hard on the nipples, sucking them with a tender gluttony.

Then suddenly he drew back her wrapper entirely, whispered, “I want you all, so that my eyes can see all that my lips can’t cover,” and in a moment she was free, lying before him in her fresh young nakedness, and feeling that indeed his eyes were covering it with fiery kisses. But Mr. Palmato was never idle, and while this sensation flashed through her, one of his arms had slipped under her back and wound itself around her so that his hand again enclosed her left breast. At the same moment the other hand softly separated her legs and began to slip up the old path it had so often traveled in darkness. But now it was light, she was uncovered; and looking downward beyond his dark, silver-sprinkled head, she could see her own parted knees and outstretched ankles and feet. Suddenly she remembered Austin’s rough advances and shuddered.

The mounting hand paused, the dark head was instantly raised. “What is it, my own?”

“I was–remembering–last week–” she faltered, below her breath.

“Yes, darling. That experience was a cruel one–but it has to come once in all women’s lives. Now we shall reap its fruit.”