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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.
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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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Monday, April 22nd, 2013 -- by Bacchus
 There were tweets flying in the sexy-blogging community last week about Hitachi taking steps to distance itself from its famous Hitachi Magic Wand “personal massager” product, widely and justly famous as a very powerful (because it’s got a power cord that plugs into the wall, and a large motor) sexual vibrator. (It’s the one with the large bulbous head that you see in all the “forced orgasm” BDSM porn, like the porn I linked to here.)
But it wasn’t clear from the tweets exactly what had gone down. Did Hitachi stop making the vibrator for commercial reasons and sell off the “Magic Wand” brand and design IP? Or did they just take “Hitachi” off the package because they were skeeved by the sexual success of their “massager”? Nothing was clear.
This article by Laura Anne Stuart For Express Milwaukee goes a long way toward clarifying the situation. In The Rebirth of the Magic Wand, we learn that:
[The Magic Wand’s] inventor and manufacturer has been growing increasingly uncomfortable with the Magic Wand’s reputation as a sex toy. Hitachi, a Japanese company, also makes and many other products, and it doesn’t want its brand name to be primarily associated with orgasms. Like that famous scene from Sex and the City where Samantha pays a visit to Sharper Image, the company insists in vain, “It’s not a vibrator–it’s a neck massager!”
The Magic Wand is distributed in the United States by Vibratex… According to the Vibratex rep at ILS, Hitachi had decided to stop manufacturing the Magic Wand altogether. Vibratex, sensing the wailing, gnashing of teeth and possible rioting that would ensue if this came to pass, convinced the company to keep producing it, but remove the Hitachi name from the product. In June, the Hitachi Magic Wand will be re-launched as the Original Magic Wand, with new packaging and a slightly different design.
The rest of the article has some interesting information about the sexual history of the Hitachi Magic Wand, along with user-impressions of the minor design changes (basically: minor improvements).
As Laura Ann Stewart points out, sex-shop customers currently ask for “the Hitachi” and not the “Magic Wand” when they are shopping for a powerful vibrator. I know Hitachi is a huge industrial company, but it doesn’t have any other product brand associations for me; say “Hitachi” to me and I think “Magic Wand”. I’m fascinated by the brand management calculus under which that’s a bad thing to be rooted out, rather than a seedling to be nurtured and grown.
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Tuesday, March 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
One thing I’ve noticed recently is that some of the smarter pornographers out there have taken to including quite a few non-porny poses and shots when taking still photos of their performers before the shoot really gets going. I don’t know whether this is because of market demand from the people who subscribe to the sites, or whether (and this is my speculation) it’s seen as an added benefit/compensation for the performers, who may appreciate getting some nice photos for their own self-marketing portfolio.
Whatever the intent, I’m totally not above finding art where none go to look for it. And these pictures of model Nikki Darling, taken for the new bondage site Sadistic Rope, remind me powerfully of Grace Jones, way back in the day:
She’s got a pretty good “O” face, too, once the heavy vibrator comes out for the forced orgasms portion of the shoot:
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Friday, May 18th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Here’s another Twitter commentary on the justly-famous Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator:
@amiewee: Hitachis don’t make love to you. They exorcise orgasms from you.
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Sunday, January 30th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Given that I’ve posted numerous times about the popularity of the Hitachi Magic Wand (and not for use as a “back massager”, either), it only seems fair to share this hilarious tweet from @Mollena, who is not numbered among those fans:
IMO the Hitachi’s like a Leprechaun doing “Riverdance” on my business. Too much. My DMZ is sensitive. I orgasm on bumpy bus rides.
Sunday, November 14th, 2010 -- by Dr. Faustus
This started as a slightly snarky idea inspired by a post earlier this week by PZ Myers, who reported on the research of Professor Barry Komisaruk of Rutgers University. PZ points us to coverage in an Australian newspaper. It was like this:
In their research they asked 16 women to “self-stimulate” until they achieved orgasm, while lying under a blanket in a functional magnetic resonance imaging scanner. Despite the clinical surroundings, all the women were able to achieve their goal, mostly in less than five minutes — although some took up to 20.
I had three quick reactions.
(1) Squee! (I mean, tube girls, right?)
(2) This seems like a research theme we’ve seen before at ErosBlog.
(3) Perhaps I went into the wrong academic field.
Professor Komisaruk went on to find that women have it better than men, maybe.
“In one experiment we asked women to self-stimulate and then raise their hands each time they orgasmed. Some women raised their hands several times each session, often just a few seconds apart,” Professor Komisaruk said. “So the evidence is that woman tend to have longer orgasms and can experience several of them.”
And that’s where the snark set in: “I’m glad we have science to tell us that, Professor.”
Of course, what we have here is a very old theme. We have mythology to tell us this as well. You all do remember Tiresias, yes?
Tiresias, in the course of an adventurous life, managed to be both a man and a woman at various times, and as a consequence of his experiences got drawn into a dispute between the Head God Jupiter and Mrs. Head God Juno about whether males or females get more pleasure out of sex. Ovid recounts the story in Metampohoses III 316-338.
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Original Latin text via Perseus.
Dumque ea per terras fatali lege geruntur
tutaque bis geniti sunt incunabula Bacchi,
forte Iovem memorant, diffusum nectare, curas
seposuisse graves vacuumque agitasse remissos
cum Iunone iocos et “maior vestra profecto est,
quam quae contingit maribus” dixisse “voluptas.”
Illa negat. Placuit quae sit sententia docti
quaerere Tiresiae: venus huic erat utraque nota.
Nam duo magnorum viridi coeuntia silva
corpora serpentum baculi violaverat ictu;
deque viro factus (mirabile) femina septem
egerat autumnos. Octavo rursus eosdem
vidit, et “est vestrae si tanta potentia plagae”
dixit “ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet,
nunc quoque vos feriam.” Percussis anguibus isdem
forma prior rediit genetivaque venit imago.
Arbiter hic igitur sumptus de lite iocosa
dicta Iovis firmat. Gravius Saturnia iusto
nec pro materia fertur doluisse, suique
iudicis aeterna damnavit lumina nocte.
At pater omnipotens (neque enim licet inrita cuiquam
facta dei fecisse deo) pro lumine adempto
scire futura dedit, poenamque levavit honore. |
English translation by poet A.S. Kline.
While these things were brought about on earth because of that fatal oath, and while twice-born Bacchus’s cradle remained safe, they say that Jupiter, expansive with wine, set aside his onerous duties, and relaxing, exchanging pleasantries, with Juno, said “You gain more than we do from the pleasures of love.” She denied it. They agreed to ask learned Tiresias for his opinion. He had known Venus in both ways.
Once, with a blow of his stick, he had disturbed two large snakes mating in the green forest, and, marvellous to tell, he was changed from a man to a woman, and lived as such for seven years. In the eighth year he saw the same snakes again and said “Since there is such power in plaguing you that it changes the giver of a blow to the opposite sex, I will strike you again, now.” He struck the snakes and regained his former shape, and returned to the sex he was born with.
As the arbiter of the light-hearted dispute he confirmed Jupiter’s words. Saturnia, it is said, was more deeply upset than was justified and than the dispute warranted, and damned the one who had made the judgement to eternal night. But, since no god has the right to void what another god has done, the all-powerful father of the gods gave Tiresias knowledge of the future, in exchange for his lost sight, and lightened the punishment with honour.
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So take that, Science Guy! A mere poet got there first! (I’ll have to leave it to Bacchus to explain how he manages to be born twice.)
But of course, since I’m characterized by Faustian curiosity I had to dig a little deeper into the case of Professor Komisaruk, and found that he actually has a potential technology coming out of his research which is using these fMRI images to learn to think yourself to orgasm. Using images of your own brain to provide feedback, you learn to do what you otherwise would have required actual frictive contact with your own body to do. He discusses the possibility in a short video clip I found online (look here if the video does not embed properly):
Your own brainscan as porn! Aside from being as triumphant a vindication of Rule 34 as I have ever seen, that’s cool beyond belief.
I really did go into the wrong academic field.
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Tuesday, October 19th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I would be remiss if I did not link you to William Salatan’s article The Riddle of the Sphincter: Why do women who have anal sex get more orgasms?
The survey data is real; it’s the explanation that’s uncertain. So he lays out more than a dozen possible theories to explain the data, and it’s quite an interesting read:
9. Love and trust cause orgasms and anal sex.
One woman writes:
The more I love and trust someone, the more likely I am to have an orgasm while with him–and the more likely I am to be okay with pushing society’s “norms” with him. Similarly, the more he proves that he knows what he’s doing, the more likely I am to let him do something that could potentially really, really hurt me.
This is the most uplifting theory. It implies that the sample of women who report regular anal sex is heavily biased toward intimate relationships. The data strongly support this. Compared with women who are single and dating, women in a relationship are only about 50 percent more likely, at best, to report vaginal sex in the last 90 days. But they’re two to three times more likely to report anal sex. And women who live with their boyfriends are more likely to report anal sex–but not more likely to report vaginal sex–than women who don’t. Anal sex, more so than vaginal sex, seems to correlate with intimacy and commitment.
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Thursday, September 1st, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Sorry, folks. I know that enemas are not universally considered sexy. But they are a commonly fetishized activity. And if you don’t like the enema portion of these transcripts of Marilyn Monroe’s conversations with her therapist, there’s always her comments on orgasms or spanking to enjoy.
Marilyn on enemas:
“I don’t understand this big taboo about enemas. Most of the actresses I know use them, even some who won’t admit it. Mae West told me she is given an enema every day and she has at least one orgasm a day. Mae says her enemas and orgasms will keep her young until she is 100.
Peter Crawford says the Queen and noblemen of the court of Louis XIV were give frequent enemas by special servants called apothecaries. The purpose was to give them peaches and cream complexions. Something about intestinal toxins getting into your blood. So there you are. Those ladies were doing the intelligent thing.
Yes. I enjoy enemas, so what!”
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