All Their Problems Gone
Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024 -- by Bacchus
A loving and supportive relationship creates synergies of calm and peace, according to Brad:
That math? It maths!
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An Orgasm From Giving Head
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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Vintage French Blowjob
Thursday, June 22nd, 2023 -- by Bacchus
This vintage (my best guess is 1970s or early 1980s) blowjob photo is from a small French porn magazine called Une Grande Et Une Petite Vicieuse:
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Suck It All Down
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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Good Blowjob Eye Contact
Sunday, January 29th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
I think people often forget the importance of giving good eye contact during a blowjob. Maybe this photo will help them remember.
Photo via Kinky Delight, but originally from Velvet Ecstasy.
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Face Fucked
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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A Hummer In The Subway
Thursday, November 10th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
At certain off-peak hours, you get long gaps between trains. There’s plenty of time for a skilled professional who knows where the gaps in the camera coverage are:
Artwork is by Tonton Ficelle.
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Snow White Plays The Dwarven Pipes
Saturday, September 17th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
This classic Zimmerman artwork is artist-titled “Harmonica” but honestly that arrangement of instrumentation puts me more in mind of the classic pipes of Pan:
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All The Blowjobs You Want
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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Tuning Him Up
Saturday, July 21st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
From what I hear the life of a musical technician isn’t all that glamorous, but it does have a few little perks:
From the sex comic The Piano Tuner by Ignacio Noe.
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Married Life Agrees With Them
Friday, November 3rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
There’s a funny wedding photo that makes the rounds on social media sometimes, usually with a lot of sex-negative commentary:
Usually these are not easy to track down to the source, but I managed fairly well with this one. It was originally posted to social media in a wider format:
As you can see from the hashtags, it was taken in Cyprus. The press I found on it was in Bulgarian, and Google’s machine translation is even less optimal than usual, but for what it’s worth:
Hot wedding photo shoot! Bride makes her beloved fealist in Ayia Napa (Photo 18+)
A brutal wedding photo shoot scandalizes the internet. There is hardly a lot of people who will dare to get in the same way in front of the camera lens. And in a memorial day of your life!
However, in the resort town of Ayia Napa, the retreat is falling rapidly.
A photograph, shared on Facebook by the photographer Photograph in Cyprus – Happy Images Cyprus, shows an unusual view.
The bridegroom spread his hands with a bouquet of flowers and gazing at the endless blue sea. Its rear parts and lens are separated only by the hand of a happy bride, passionately clinging to its tribute, writes Blitz.
Worn in white, the woman put her knees on the rock and cares for her companion in life with oral love.
The photo is accompanied by a few words such as “Wedding in Cyprus”, “True people”, “True Fun”, “True Love”.
Under the scandalous photo session, a bunch of funny comments like: “God, may it be the bridegroom,” and “God, let’s not just the bride.”
I am particularly amused that Google came up with “fealist” (huh?) as a translation for “фелацио” in the headline. I don’t read Bulgarian or know the details of the version of the Cyrillic alphabet they use, but I do know enough to know that’s a direct transliteration of our old friend “fellatio”.
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Blowjob In A Cellar Room
Thursday, October 20th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
This lush blowjob artwork is by Argentinian illustrator Solano López.
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Attend The Side Of The Shaft
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
A sex comic panel by Frédéric Garcia, aka Olson.
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Full Service Tit Job
Wednesday, June 18th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
It takes a longer unit and a skillful partner to pull off this tit job plus tip-licking procedure in real life, but that’s no barrier for an artist as talented as Bill Ward:
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Relevant To Our Interests
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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Basket Trick … Without The Basket
Friday, September 16th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Did you ever get an old U.S. military veteran with Pacific experience talking about his experiences in Asian whorehouses? There’s a story I’ve heard more than once about something called “the basket trick.” It was supposedly expensive. The deal was, a girl sitting in a basket with a hole in it would be lowered onto a man’s dick while a couple of other girls would slowly spin the basket.
This animated .gif reminds me of that story. Only, no basket!
Link found on Bondage Blog.
The Male Experience of Fellatio
Monday, May 2nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I recently received a delightful email from an ErosBlog fan who included for my consideration some choice quotes from vintage sex writing. The bit below on the male experience of fellatio, he says, is from literary critic Edmund Wilson’s book The Twenties: From Notebooks and Diaries of the Period:
“The time before, the cool moisture of her lips when she has bent lower for fellatio, so delightful, so curiously different from the warm and mucilaginous moisture of ordinary intercourse — the incredible-feeling caress, gently up and down, until the delightful brimming swelling pleasure seems to make it flow really in waves which fill her darling woman’s mouth. In taking hold of my cock and balls, she had a gentleness, reluctance and timidity which, as well as the way she rubbed over the glans and below, gave the whole thing a delicious and as it were tantalizing, lightness, only satisfied, completed, by the fullness and the richness of the final flow.”
A Moment In (Blowjob) Time
Tuesday, April 19th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
She’s just finished, and hasn’t even had time to lick her lips yet:
Found on this Tumblr.
An Ambitious Undertaking
Wednesday, March 30th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
You know that mock motivational poster where the little dog is trying to hump the huge dog, the one he’s only knee-high to? With the caption “Ambition”?
Well, I thought of that when I saw this.
Goblin Market
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…
A Deeper Examination
Thursday, March 17th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I think she’s about to be examined quite deeply indeed:
This is a panel from a short Bill Ward comic strip called Close Examination.
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Light As A Feather
Friday, September 3rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I’m struck by the athleticism of this feat of sixty-nine, as found (in uncropped form) at Kinky Delight and drawn by one Marcello Dudovich:
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Three Studies Of Fellatio
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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A Moment Of Pleasure
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Stolen from an Italian comic book cover found on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. cartoons:
In Love With Her Microphone
Monday, October 12th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a woman with an intimate relationship to the tools of her trade:
It’s Nina Hagen, who (according to her Wikipedia entry) “demonstrated (while clothed, but explicitly) various female masturbation positions” on television. Yes, it’s on YouTube.
Kissing His … Gun
Monday, August 24th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Rarely have the symbolic equivalencies between firearms and penises been more explicitly portrayed than in this detail from the movie poster for a Japanese gore flick called (something like) Last Orgy Of The Gestapo:
2013 update: Here’s a .gif of the scene:
Watermark suggests it may have been crafted here.
Girls Who Share
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This is from a French-language comic called Anna: Innocente Pervertie, by Stragmalia:
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Fellatio Girl
Saturday, April 26th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
This intent raven-haired beauty was originally drawn, I believe, in the pages of an Italian fumetti comic called Pig:
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