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Monday, February 1st, 2021 -- by Bacchus
You’ve heard of getting caught between a rock and a hard place? This right here is like that, only… somehow not. The gum-chewing dominatrix with two powerful vibrators is showing no more mercy than any two random stones would, though.
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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
By the logic that rules in the worlds where Dofantasy BDSM sex comics are set, young women being mean to nerds at school should first consider the risk that one of the pasty-faced creeps might actually have a dingy basement sex lab hidden away some where for the purpose of testing orgasm machines on unwilling-but-beautiful experimental subjects:
Panels are From Beauty And The Geek by Slasher.
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Saturday, January 10th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
If you tie up an orgasmic woman like Daisy Ducati and then do sustained-but-pleasurable cruelties unto her with a heavy vibrator, you might be well advised to wear rain gear, or maybe carry an umbrella. Why?
Because she really is a gusher.
Volume, altitude, loft — this woman has it all!
That image link is from TopGrl.com. And here’s evidence that wearing latex clothing during athletic sex can be a very sweaty affair:
Fans of perspiring women, today I am with you!
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Friday, February 14th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Welcome to a world where cybernetic sex toys and robust artificial intelligences have collided, with unfortunate consequences for humanity:
Panels are from a comic called The Survivor by Paul Gillon.
Er, happy Valentine’s Day?
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Monday, May 27th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
What’s going on, on the other side of the wall? Something sure has Rain DeGrey’s full attention:
Is it a man with a powerful vibrator and an insatiable forced-orgasms fetish?
Or, is it a pussy spanking that never seems to end?
The girl in the wall never knows what’s coming next, until it starts to happen. For all she knows, there could be a whole corridor full of playful perverts lined up over there…
Pictures are from the most recent shoot at Sexually Broken. Sorry, there’s no free samples gallery available yet.
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Monday, November 26th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
From what I hear, the Hitachi Magic Wand is considered “too much” by a lot of women, even before they’ve had an orgasm. And from what I’ve observed, tolerance for vigorous stimulation tends to decline in women after they’ve had one. So, yeah: “Sadistic Bastard” is probably not too harsh here. Although possibly she means it in a good way, right? From The Blog Of Fred:
I swirled and criss crossed her clit with my tongue. Just as she got excited I changed and licked around the periphery. Back to the clit with more swirls. Eventually she pushed her hips up and moaned and gasped as her orgasm engulfed her, I continued for a while and she moaned and orgasm several more times.
My turn.
Kneeling between her legs I gently pushed inside. She was very wet. It did not take long. A few moments of rhythmic thrusting I was past the point of no return. Lovely.
I moved off and rummaged in her bedside cupboard for her Hitachi wand.
“No Fred that’s too much, I am too sensitive. Please no!” I ignored her pleading and plugged the machine in. I held it against her clit; turned off.
“Here we go, try not to make too much noise, I think your neighbours have come home!” I switched it on.
She screamed and wriggled and tried to move away but I held her firm and applied more pressure. She gasped and flushed bright red from her face to her belly button. She held her breath in a vain attempt to control herself. All in vain. Useless. She shuddered and screamed as the bitter sweet pleasure of an orgasm on an over sensitive clitoris rushed over her.
I lifted the Hitachi clear of her clit. After a few moments her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes. “You sadistic bastard!”
Whereupon he reminded her that she was still tied up, and he still had the Hitachi in his hand…
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Wednesday, April 6th, 2011 -- by Dr. Faustus
Busy, busy comics artist Lon Ryden will not rest just drawing his own The Perils of Penelope Pornstarr and my own Tales of Gnosis College. He’s let his imagination loose and created a series called “They Want Our Women,” a series of vignettes which show us just why those pervy little aliens are so eager to abduct comely human females. It’s for SCIENCE! Example:
And there’s more where that came from, you can bet your jetpack. You can look for them at Lon’s DeviantArt site, but if you really want the full-on uncensored versions, take a quick flip through this index: 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 A B. (I would guess that “B” is my favorite after the one depicted above, evidence that even pervert aliens suffer from management problems, but do peruse them all.) And if you like what you see, you can get more Lon also at his personal site or if you want something to hang on your wall that will start some really interesting conversations, buy his stuff.
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Friday, June 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
One of the reasons Emily Nagoski is Erosblog’s new favorite sex educator is that she’s actually got some highly useful and practical sex advice up her sleeves. A lot of what sex educators do is repeating the same-old same-old to people who haven’t heard it or comprehended it yet. That’s worthy but dull. But Emily’s got stuff that’s not dull at all, even when it gets all nerdy and technical. Case in point: her recent article on “how to maximize your torment of your partner” or Excellent Torture:
Haven’t you wanted to be in that position of power where you stand at the gate of your partner’s orgasm, tempting them gradually closer, then wickedly slamming the gate in their face and sending them to the back of the queue, only to draw them, even more eager, forward, over and over, until they hate you and love you in equal measure and they can’t think and can’t move and are begging you in choked gasps in end their torment?
Sure you have. Here’s how.
Some of you are now thinking “I approve this message and wish to subscribe to your newsletter.”
She goes on:
When you partner is at the breath-holding stage of the proceedings, that indicates that waves muscle tension are causing the contraction of both the thoracic diaphragm and the pelvic diaphragm. If that sentence made no sense, don’t worry, just notice that your partner has gotten to the breath-holding stage of the proceedings. Each held breath slightly escalates tension, edging your partner closer to the threshold of orgasm (which is not a fixed point, but don’t worry about that for now).
When giving beginner advice, I generally say that breath-holding is exactly the time to KEEP DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Same speed, same pressure, same everything.
For the more advanced student, you can use this phase to take the reins of your partner’s orgasm.
Step-by-step instructions follow (plus a disclaimer for Emily’s mom). See for yourself.
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Saturday, December 12th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Attribution note: I found this thanks to Twitter, but can’t recreate the attribution flow. Quiet Saturday morning, looking at people in my stream, looking at who they follow, reading a few of those, looking at who they follow, seeing a couple of interesting tweets, hitting a profile link… and suddenly I’m reading this.
But first, more preface. The Hitachi Magic Wand is said to be the gold standard among powerful vibrators — too powerful for some, but the first, and in some cases only, way to fly for innumerable women who find orgasm tricky or difficult. And increasingly over the last couple of years, I’m seeing it used in BDSM porn, substituting “forced” real orgasms for the traditional lamely-faked ones. (See, e.g., bits of the trailer or the 4th, 8th, and 10th pictures from this shoot.) I’ve wondered about that on more than one occasion. And now (second run up to the lane, let’s see if I can hurl the bowling ball this time) here’s Post Modern Sleaze:
He’s wrapping me in plastic. I can hear the peel and coil of the wrap, the slight tackiness of it as it folds around my limbs. I’m still hooded, breathing through a tube and sometimes the air stops, rubber inflating and deflating uselessly, enough to bring me part way to a panic. Then released. After a short while, I’m done. Bagged and tagged. There’s only a couple of inches on show, arse and cunt. I’m two holes in nothingness. Squirming a little underneath, to see how it feels.
It feels good, tight enough to be held all over and nowhere to go. There’s the chill drizzle of lube over the exposed flesh, making me slick. I am made of concentrated anticipation. There’s something hard, large and seemingly spherical, pressing against my cunt. I tense as I hear mechanical buzzing and my thoughts race at memories of over-powerful magic wands. I become a little scared. The shape presses inside me, pushing slowly in and out, uncaringly pushing through taut, worried flesh. It’s hard and it hurts enough to mean something. It throbs with weight. And there’s something else, pushed close against my clit. I recognise the hitachi and barely have time to utter a pre-emptive yelp before it roars into life and my body explodes with sensation.
It’s too much. I know it’s too much after two or three miliseconds. It’s too much but it isn’t stopping and I can’t move. I can moan though, which I do, as if the pressure against my cunt and inside me is trying to come out of my mouth. It doesn’t help. I have never felt force like it and it is force, brute force, commanding deep responses. It’s not exactly pain, it’s not exactly pleasure, it pitches between the two, in waves equally unyielding and incessant. I cannot relax into it and I cannot get away from it. Sometimes I’m sucked down by it, other times I can edge myself away a little but then the pitch changes and it’s too strong again.
I tense, almost as if I’m about to orgasm, but the pressure is too much and I can’t. Something has to give. So I started to cry with the helpless frustration of it all. All this time when I thought I was tied up to be the object and instead I am a whimpering scrap of flesh plastered to a bench in thrall to the real machines.
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