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Tuesday, January 19th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Much has been written about the many unintuitive benefits of semen, even if many of the claims over the years have been jokey, implausible, or make you wonder “Hey, did a dude make this idea up?” But one thing I have not seen claimed is the idea that jizz makes a good leather conditioner. This enthusiastic hand-job lady, however, seems pleased enough to try it out for that purpose on her leather jacket!
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Thursday, October 29th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
If you had a dirty car in the Bronx, you’d want one of these too. Admit it!
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Saturday, July 11th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
It’s a joy to watch a skillful person at work. I don’t care what she’s doing. The combination of successful achievement and exhultant pride in a job well done… it’s just uplifting, that’s what it is!
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Saturday, August 17th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
I guess we can’t really call it a hand job when she’s got no hands and is using a prosthetic manipulator. But whatever you want to call the job, with a little help from lips and tongue she’s definitely getting it done:
The artwork was not credited in Invalide Sex, the odd little 1972 Danish medical-fetish porn magazine where I found this.
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Sunday, December 10th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Because careful finger placement is important!
Artwork is from the interior illustrations from a French-language edition of the anonymous classic My Secret Life, probably drawn by French painter Berthommé-Saint-André. Via the Highs And Lows Of A Book Hunter blog.
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Saturday, October 22nd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
She’s being careful and precise, giving the work her full attention:
Artist not known.
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Sunday, August 14th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Oh, the 1970s! It was a simpler time, with simpler pleasures. Chief among these: heavy petting down at the arcade.
Art is by Bill Ward.
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Monday, April 11th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Seriously, it’s not a handjob simulator toy, it’s a stress mushroom:
Yeah, right.
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Saturday, November 21st, 2015 -- by Bacchus
This is nurse Karlie Simon demonstrating a firm grasp of technique (and good determination!) for giving a great handjob:
That will clean your pipes, or they are beyond cleaning.
From Lady Sonia, which is one of the oldest, largest, and most diversely-interesting femdom (well, mostly femdom) sites on the internet.
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Monday, September 28th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
I like how she slyly kneels out of the “line of fire” when she realizes he’s about ready to shoot his load:
Another Gracy Gimp creation, this one titled Un peu de douceur. (That means something like “a little sweetness” according to Google Translate.)
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Thursday, December 11th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
A delicate prostate milking three times a day is the prescription this naughty but meticulous nurse has come up with for the man in her long-term ward. Her graduated beaker lets her keep careful records of his semen productivity, but she always worries that they’ll be disturbed before she can swallow the evidence:
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Monday, May 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
“My wife? Oh, I’d be lost without her. She’s very handy around the house!”
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Monday, February 17th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
In which Girl On The Net gives a handjob:
I love the rhythm of hand jobs. The up down up down, the friction. I love the smooth-sticky feeling of lube on my fingers, and yes — I love the control. I like knowing that every kick of arousal, every grunt and moan, every tingle and twitch, is down to me.
He put his hands behind his head and looked me directly in the eye. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown as I rubbed faster, squeezed harder. I reveled in the increasing frequency of the slick-slick-slick noises as I rubbed his dick. And then the three magic words:
“I’m gonna come.”
Ungh. Those words have such a beautiful, simple sexiness that they make me instantly taut — aroused and eager for the inevitable end. I did what anyone would do, and immediately slowed the pace, trying to keep him hanging there for a moment while I took in his frown and his rapid breathing, and the double-twitch of his cock just before he came.
It turns out restraint is neither my, nor his, forté.
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Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I guess this bit of friendly mutual masturbation is safe enough as long as the professor never turns away from the blackboard, eh?
Found on Tumblr.
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Sunday, March 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
So Charlie and his two cousins were dining with “three jolly sisters” in 1883 London, who were “as pretty and lovely little milliners as you ever saw or will see again.” Or so went the tale in The Boudoir: A Magazine of Scandal, Facetiae, &c.. It started as a friendly dinner party, but as soon as the gas light was turned out things got even friendlier:
Something in her deep blue eyes and look so fired his feelings that taking her unresisting hand under the table he placed it on his thigh, just over the most sensitive member of the male organisation, and was at once rewarded by the gentle pressures of her fingers, which assured him she quite understood the delicate attention. The others were too absorbed in some similar manipulation to notice Charlie and Rosa, as he adroitly unfastened about three buttons of his trousers, and directing her hand to the place, and presently felt she had quite grasped the naked truth, which fluttered under the delicious fingering in such a way that very few motions of her delicate hand brought on such an ecstatic flood of bliss as quite to astonish Miss Rosa, and necessitate the sly application of a mouchoir to her slimy fingers, as at the same time she crimsoned to the roots of her hair, and looked quite confused, whilst he could feel that a perceptible tremor shot through her whole frame.
Fortunately just at that moment Bessie turned off the gas, and instinctively the lips of Charlie and Rosa met in a long impassioned kiss. Tongue to tongue they revelled in a blissful osculation. He could hear a slight shuffling, and one or two deep-drawn sighs, as if the ladies felt rather agitated. There was a convenient sofa in a recess just behind Charlie’s chair, and Rosa seemed to understand him so well that he effected a strategic movement to the more commodious seat under cover of the darkness…
Google tells me that “mouchoir” is a loan-word from the French, and means “handkerchief”.
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Monday, May 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Because I’m not so good at keeping up with developments in gay porn, I’ve been slow to mention the latest offering from Kink Men: a site/channel called Men on Edge, in which men tie up other men, flog them, and do other cruel things, typically culminating in painful-looking brink-of-orgasm situations not swiftly resolved.
P.S. Uhm, about that particular cruel thing close-up, with the Hitachi-style vibrator right on the tip of his penis? When I see porn where that’s being done to a woman’s clitoris, I’m of course totally cool with it, though I’m not immune to that little bit of sympathy most of us have for a willing submissive in an intense scene. But hey, guess what? When I see much the same thing being done to the sensitive head of a penis, I get a visceral sympathy reaction of the sort men get when other men are kicked in the balls: I want to cup myself protectively and cringe and tell myself reassuring stories about how that’s never going to happen to me. Is there maybe somewhere I can go, where I could get my comfortably-gendered S&M double standards back, plz kay thx bye?
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Monday, December 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Suspiciously: “What where you doing down there under the bleachers?”
Innocently: “Oh, nothing. Just hanging out and talking with a couple of the guys.”
Wednesday, November 10th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
These days, images of prostitution seem to be mostly of spandex-clad hookers crouching behind dumpsters in the dark to give furtive street blowjobs. It was not always thus, especially when houses of prostitution still flourished in America:
Of course by the standards then prevailing, her outfit for this posed porn photo is probably the tawdry spandex tube top of its era. But still.
Via Vintage Lust.
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Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
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Wednesday, February 18th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Every now and then, it’s my pleasure to find and share a piece of descriptive writing about one or another sexual practice that may not be an everyday experience for many ErosBlog readers. Such as this piece on prostate milking from JR, whose blog is mostly about the pleasures of life as a BDSM pornographer. JR writes:
She’d been wanting to stick her finger up my ass for some time. God only knows why. So, the other day, when I walked into the room, she patted my side of the bed and asked me, “you need to be milked?”
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This time when she asked if she could stick her finger up my ass I said, “sure”. She made some mention about whether I wanted her to go slow or fast and I just told her something. Did I say “surprise me?” That’s what I got. Surprised.
She was already stroking my cock in a way no woman has ever done before. I felt her finger meet my asshole and then suddenly, without any goddamn warning at all, she shoved it so far up my fucking ass I thought the top of my head was going to come off. I mean, it was like one quick, fluid motion. Wham. It was up there.
From this point forward it was all a blur. She was like an octopus. She overwhelmed my senses. Was I even in the same room at this point? I think so, ’cause there was one point, while she’s stroking my cock, she’s also searching for something with that other hand. And when she found it it was a really strange feeling.
How do you explain prostate milking? It was like she had some gland between her forefinger and index, and was rolling it in between the two. I suppose its akin to rolling your cock head between your lover’s two fingers. But that’s really a rather remote, vague way of describing it — because really it is so much more than that. When she massaged it I almost felt like I was undulating in a way. I’m here, now I’m not here. Swim-my. But then there’s the whole stroking the cock thing going on too. I’m reaching defcon one at this point and I feel like I’m on the tip of a Scud missile headed toward Jerusalem. There must have been a crease right under my butt cheeks where they grabbed the bed mattress and wouldn’t let go.
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