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Tuesday, April 8th, 2025 -- by Bacchus
OnlyFans performer Harmony Blake has a theory about the up-front costs of anal sex, and how the universe gatekeeps its most magical experiences for its strongest warriors:
Harmony says:
The first five seconds of taking it in the back door is brutal. But that is the universe’s way of gatekeeping that magical experience for its strongest fighters. Once you persevere through that first five to 10 seconds of “Oh, it stings! Oh, my god, it’s going in!” It is magical. It is incredible.
And there is a reason the universe gate-keeps it. Not everyone is ready for that experience. You have to push through pain to get to pleasure. And I think that’s beautiful.
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Thursday, November 4th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Your finger, your tongue, your dick if that’s how you dangle — I’m sure they are all very fine. You deploy them with cleverness and skill. You have, proverbially, not had any complaints.
But you should be honest with yourself. Female sexual pleasure can be a tricky business. Orgasms can be elusive for anybody. And they are not all created equal. There’s a spectrum from quick convulsion to wracking full-body exaltation. In extreme cases, she squirts so much she requires urgent rehydration. And that’s where the honesty comes in: how many of the most extreme orgasms you’ve witnessed had a sex toy involved somewhere in the process of production? I think, when you tally your sums, you’ll acknowledge that the right sex toy is your orgasmic ally and not, as a few of the most foolish men believe, some sort of plastic competitor.
I’m a big believer in the idea that men should buy, have, and deploy sex toys, for the maximization of their own and their partners’ pleasure. It’s not exactly an ordeal; online shopping is a thing these days, and you’ve got a huge choice of sex toy offerings at sites like Mega Pleasure. I mean, why would you not?
In the many years I’ve been sex blogging, squirting orgasms (female ejaculation, if you’re stuffy) has been mentioned, discussed, and analyzed from a number of different perspectives. From various anecdotes, it has become clear that the question “how much stimulation is too much?” is usually answered from a gendered perspective. Men — we lazy beasts — have often spoken up with the opinion that powerful vibrating toys are like comedian Tim Allen’s legendary power tools — no matter how good they are, they’d be better with a little more power. Women are more likely to view this attitude as sadistic — which to be fair it sometimes literally is.
“If a little bit’s good, a whole lot’s better” is all fun and games until it’s your tender membranes getting wildly vibrated. At that point, like all good sex, it becomes highly situational. Variations in anatomy, mood, preference, and for all I know, barometric pressure? All these variables make it impossible to generalize. But at the end of the day, I am a man. I’ve possessed and enjoyed the use of many sex toys that seemed underpowered to me, and no small few powerful ones too. Given the choice, I’m convinced more genuinely is better.
Image credits from top to bottom: The face-down ass-up rabbit-vibe squirting orgasm is from the adult game Jikage Rising by Smiling Dog. The lesbian squirt session featuring fingers and a strap-on dildo is by Mavoly. The post-orgasmic bullet vibe user lying exhaustedly in a pool of her own squirt is by Diamond_Arrow. The notably-flexible blonde who is eagerly watching herself squirt is by Daz-Da-Way. The woman screaming through a vibrator-forced orgasm is by Kaiota. And the woman pleasuring herself with a powerful vibrator is by Momono Mushroom.
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Friday, January 25th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I do not write smut. Instead, I write about smut — a subtle but very real distinction. Still, like everybody who does not write a particular thing but who sees a lot of it and fancies themselves an educated consumer of it, I flatter myself that I could write that stuff, and maybe I even might do it one day soon, who knows? (Breath: never hold it in this situation, you will turn blue. Pro tip.)
Still, I thought Steve Almond’s Why I Write Smut: A Manifesto sounded relevant to my interests. And sure enough, it’s a fast and worthy read. My personal favorite of his fifteen reasons is #7:
Because President Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky did have sexual relations, and while I could care less about the big phony scandal that story became, I am interested in the sweet and deranged version of love that passed between them. Aren’t you?
On the other hand, I wish I could change Steve Almond’s mind about #13 by challenging all his wrong-headed assumptions about pornography that are buried in this densely misguided paragraph:
Because, though I watch pornography, and am terrifically involved with it for about two and a half minutes, I am most often made sad by pornography. Not simply because it involves the self-exploitation of people who probably have suffered a good deal of misfortune, and not simply because porn stars can perform in manners that often seem like physiological, geometrical, and even gravitational impossibilities (and thus make me feel like the abject sexual nebbish I surely am) but because porn stars are actors being paid, most often, to simulate pleasure. They drain sex of its single most intimate aspect: the vulnerabilities that bring us to the act in the first place, the drama of our imperfect bodies as we seek to make a communion of our desires.
But I can’t change his mind — and it would take a whole long ranty blog post just to try — so I’ll content myself with observing that accusing porn stars of “self-exploitation” is condescending and dismissive of their agency, which is not something that nice people do, even in the privacy of their own heads and sure as hell not out loud as part of an otherwise-intriguing literary manifesto.
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Thursday, February 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I wonder if this wonderful mechanical dildo chair (complete with metal restraints to make sure the pleasure doesn’t stop until the person with access to the control panel says it stops) is as vintage-historical as it looks, or whether it’s a modern-ish steampunky created artifact?
More proof, if you needed it, that fucking machines aren’t just for porn.
From Bondage Blog via Kinky Delight.
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Saturday, January 1st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
The most common sexual practice between two men involves an act of aggression — inflicting more pain than pleasure for at least one of the parties.
— Michael Medved
As quoted on Joe My God.
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Friday, November 5th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Is it just me, or has this fellow modified his cock in a surgical fashion for added sensation?
Lumpy Beaded Cock 1
Lumpy Beaded Cock 2
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Sunday, July 15th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Remember my post arguing that making sure your porn is ethically produced is no harder than doing the same thing for your salad dressing or your cheap manufactured goods? (You’d think this was obvious, but as I documented in that post, some in the rabid anti-porn crowd dispute it.)
Anyway, Evil Porn Werewolf Enslavers Debunked remains one of my favorite pieces on this blog. In support of my argument, I chose some of the scariest Eastern European spanking porn I could find and then did some basic consumer research, quoting spanking model Niki Flynn at length on the professional conditions at a Lupus Pictures porn shoot.
 
Well, now from Spanking Blog comes a link to spanking model Adele Haze writing on the same topic: Why I Modelled For Lupus Pictures.
This was serious business — you can see her welts here — but she had her reasons:
I don’t process pain as pleasure. I knew my caning would hurt a great deal, possibly more than any of my previous experiences. I did briefly wonder whether, caught up in the moment, I would find pleasure in my real-life flogging in a way I couldn’t enjoy some other girl’s filmed experience — and, pre-empting an upcoming post on the topic, no, I didn’t get any enjoyment out of the pain until it was all over — but, on the whole, I was prepared for a thoroughly uncomfortable several minutes over the famous bench.
And that was OK, because I knew – from studying the films, and from talking to Niki Flynn, who’d gone to that scary place before — that the rest of the shoot would give me the sort of pleasures that would make a few minutes of acute pain worth going through. For somebody who has a separate fetish for artistic suffering, working with a production on the scale of Lupus’s would be worth every stroke.
I had never before worked to a script, and I’d get that. I had never had somebody else think through the costume and make-up for me — I’d get that too, and in the end even the hideous pieces of reformatory wardrobe would turn out charming in their appropriateness. I had never before taken detailed direction, or shot completely — and confusingly — out of sequence, or acted in sets built for the purpose in every small detail; in short, I had never been a part of a spanking shoot run on such a professional level — and I knew that all of these experiences were mine for the taking.
Thanks, Adele, for the eye-opening account!
Friday, April 30th, 2004 -- by Bacchus
I have heard tales that some of the serious body modification guys have suffered foreign objects to be introduced under the skins of their penises, with the purpose and intent of creating small lumpy scars or bumps “for her pleasure”. Well, in the course of a long internet surfing life one eventually sees pictures of almost everything, and now I’ve been sent pictures of this. I cannot suffer the trauma alone, I must share:
As for me, I’d think the girls willing to try it would be way outnumbered by the ones who would shun it as diseased-looking. But perhaps I’ve merely led a sheltered life.
2026 update: A lot of things change in 22 years, my attitudes not least. I wouldn’t make this post today, or not in the same way; it’s far too body-negative by my current editorial standards. What’s more, a good number of the comments wouldn’t survive moderation given the standards I bring to comment moderation in 2026. Sometimes it’s astonishing how fumblingly bad I was at this whole enterprise, back then.
Also, before the internet’s digital dementia gets any worse I went looking for an image credit; turns out this image comes from a site called Slave Sluts that’s been defunct (at least in the form it then existed, though other sites have used the domain since) for about twenty years.
Sunday, October 12th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Vikki has just discovered Fucking Machines — and she’s fascinated. This is a porn site that’s taken “fun with power tools” to a whole new level. (They also have a site featuring guys using the same machines – the bluntly named Butt Machine Boys.)
Vikki, where were you when I first posted pictures of some of these fucking machines? Just think, if you had been a faithful ErosBlog reader back then you would have known about them seven whole months ago!
Not that the idea is new. I’m sure this steam powered model (complete with carefully filed rivet heads for her pleasure) was a big seller in the 1903 Sears Catalog:
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