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The Sex Blog Of Record
Thursday, October 9th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I think in this photograph Tommy Pistol is probably explaining (or would that be mansplaining?) to Juliette Marsh that he’s about to fuck her mouth, and so she might as well arrange her lips in a vertical configuration like the lips on her pussy:
More here.
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Thursday, March 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
In which Kaya talks about sex with her master and the new girl:
The sex was phenomenal. I had been a little worried that I might have lost interest in women because I hadn’t been with one for so long, but no. Nope, it’s all still there. :)
She’s hot, and she’s sexy, and she’s warm and soft and beautiful, and good between the sheets.
And she tastes good. Yum.
She came prepared with condoms (we didn’t. Ha. The last time we used one was, um, never!). She came with creams. Tasty, tingly creams. Blow job creams. She rubbed me up and licked me off. She rubbed him up and we both licked him off. She rubbed herself up and me and him licked her off.
I liked sharing. I liked when she and I teamed up on him and shared his cock between us, taking turns licking and sucking. She’d take the balls while I took the cock, or vice versa. I’d take his nipples while she took his cock. We’d both take the cock, our tongues tangling together over the head.
I liked when she and Master teamed up on me. Her soft gentleness in such sharp contrast to Master’s hard roughness. She licks and nibbles; he bites and scratches. He’s gruff and demanding; she was sweet and considerate.
I liked when he and I teamed up on her and I licked her while he fucked her. He and I tasted her together. I sucked her nipples while he pounded her from behind. I cupped her ass cheeks, warm from a recent spanking, I gripped her hands, I kissed her lips, I moved her hair—all while Master took her, over and over again.
When M was fucking her, I kept waiting for a spark of jealousy. Or… something—but there was none of that. I spent a good bit of time off to the side watching them (and a good amount of time right there in the action, too, make no mistake) and I simply enjoyed their enjoyment. I enjoyed watching him; his face, his body. I enjoyed listening to the things he said to her, which were different to the things he says to me (surprisingly).
And I sure enjoyed the view she was giving me. So so much.
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Monday, January 3rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I suspect I’d trust Violet Blue’s advice on the subject rather further, but one Hugh Morris made a stab in 1936 in The Art of Kissing:
Then, with a series of little nips, bring your lips around from the nape of her neck to the curving swerve of her jaw, close to the ear. Gently kiss the lobe of her ear. But be sure to return to the tender softness of her jaw. From then on, the way should be clear to you. Nuzzle your lips along the soft, downy expanse until you reach the corner of her lips. You will know when this happens because, suddenly, you will feel a strange stiffening of her shoulders under your arm. Kiss her! Kiss her as though, at that moment, nothing else exists in the world. Kiss her as though your entire life is wrapped up into the period of the kiss. Kiss her!
From Variorum of Classic Tracts and Pamphlets.
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Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Of all the things I never thought I’d be posting on ErosBlog, lipstick reviews are right up there. But MelbourneHumanFemale’s review of a specific black lipstick includes both a black lipstick mini-manifesto for grownups (amusing) and a pair of pretty pictures. How could I resist?
A quick manifesto on black lipstick: It’s time for it to come back. Wretch it out of the hands of babybats at Flinders Street station. It can be used as a high fashion colour if that’s your thing, or as gothy/punk wonderfulness as long as you do it right. Keep your other makeup either muted or bright and colourful. No matching it with heavily-blackened eyelids. No drawing spiderwebs on your face.
Black is dramatic. Use it wisely. Wear it confidently. Think 1920s and Haute Macabre couture, don’t think 14-year-old using her $2 eyeliner.
During the day I also like to wear it blotted with some gloss, for an almost gunmetal grey colour:
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Slash fiction isn’t usually much on the menu around here. But in keeping with the theme from Sunday, I can’t resist posting this little gem involving the practical jokes of elves. Herewith: What to Do with a Tied Up Marchwarden by Khylaren and Larien Elengasse:
The proud marchwarden of Lothl?rien was nude and trussed neatly like a wild turkey, left for the seneschal of Rivendell to find.
“Well,” he drawled softly, crouching down next to Haldir. “Someone left me a wee gift.” He grinned inwardly as he saw the Marchwarden stiffen at the insult. There was nothing small about the L?rien Elf, and Glorfindel knew it. Broad shouldered and slim hipped; the other warrior was easily as tall as the Vanya.
Haldir’s eyes narrowed above the gag that prevented him from speaking, but his expression was plainly read; this was not his idea.
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His perfect lips pursed slightly as he considered his options. Ravishment? No, he did not think that would do at all, for Haldir did not seem to be the type to be ravished. Seduction? Ah, yes, that was the answer. It was the key to unlocking the chains of composure that bound Haldir so tightly. The question was, how to seduce such a creature, and make him give into the need he so obviously suffered from? And to make him delight in giving in to it.
Haldir turned his head to the side, studying the shadowed profile of the Elf lying next to him, wondering if Glorfindel had fallen into reverie. He was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry at the seneschal’s treatment of him; swatting his behind like a naughty Elfling! And then leaving him this way, trussed up with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but feel the delicious ache of desire that had build steadily within him. He closed his eyes in frustration, and felt the mattress dip slightly as Glorfindel rolled to face him.
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Sunday, April 6th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Therefore I will put my hook in your nose
And my bridle in your lips,
And I will turn you back
by the way which you came.
— 2 Kings 28
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