Saturday, May 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
There’s a certain modern style of serious blowjobs in gonzo porn that goes far beyond the these-days-it-seems-so-gentle 1970s Deep Throat “position her head just so, give her time to adjust her gag reflex, and slide your cock smoothly down her throat” model of throat fucking. It’s a style that’s all about speed and forcefulness and a reckless disregard for inevitable vomit.
And so, dear readers, it’s Not For Me. Vomit and blood and scat are my unholy trinity; I do not like them in my porn and I do not want to encounter them sexually. No judgment on them as may disagree, just (very much) not my thing.
But it’s ErosBlog’s enduring mission to find and share all manner of accounts of sexual pleasure, with special attention to non-standard modes of pleasure not often described elsewhere. Somebody describing the sex thing they do and explaining why it’s hot for them, that’s the ErosBlog beat if there ever was one. And in that spirit, here’s Rain DeGrey in a blog post called Vomit At Christmas:
I am one of those rare girls that could get off from someone sucking my strap-on, but I had rather specific desires. Strapped between my legs, a cock became a weapon of destruction. I didn’t want someone to daintily slurp on my dick, I wanted to own the back of their throat.
I wanted to make people choke and gasp and flail about, eyes streaming, made even better if they were wearing massive amounts of eyeliner so that they ended up looking like a sad-eyed panda on the end of my dick. I wanted to shove my cock so deeply down someone’s mouth hole that every molecule of oxygen in their lungs was only there because I permitted it to be so. I wanted to face fuck someone until they vomited and then use their puke as lube to continue the face fucking. I wanted to destroy people with my dick, unraveling them to the very core of their being until they were an undone puddle of flesh at my feet.
With needs like this, it was not often that I met someone that could take it at the level I liked to dish it out at. This all changed when I met Juliette…
We rejoin Rain and Juliette on a stage at a kinky Christmas party in San Francisco:
When it was our turn to go on, I placed out some towels in a “splash circle” over the rubber mats that covered most of the wooden floor, then led Juliette onto the center of the towels. Turning to the sea of upturned faces, I announced “This is going to be a demonstration of edge play. Everything you are about to see is completely consensual. If vomit or breath play makes you uncomfortable, you are are free to leave.” Nobody made a motion to stir. “Alrighty then.” I said.
I pounced. There was no warm-up, no grace period. My strap-on was abruptly and forcefully sheathed to the hilt down Juliette’s cranked open mouth. She struggled and gasped, her thin limbs thrashing about uselessly. Her eyes watered and her makeup slowly shifted from “pretty party princess” to “mental disturbed with epilepsy hands”. Whenever makeup runs into cock, cock wins every single time. The drool flowed and thick viscous back of the throat slime ran down off her chin, coating her breasts. Whenever she would slide limply off my dick and onto the floor I would haul her back up by her increasingly disheveled hair and pop her back onto my cock. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. The cock truck.
Then the vomit started…
Lest you think this is some unique thing: it’s not. “She looked like she had been hit by a cock truck” is — if you judge by even the most cursory survey of the clips on your local tube site — is a destination on the erotic map that lots of people enjoy visiting, in their porn if perhaps (who knows?) not quite so often in their actual bedrooms. It’s really easy to see something “extreme” (by your own personal standards) on a porn tube and think “Damn, she’s only doing that because some creepy pornographer paid her a lot of money, nobody does that for fun.” What I’ve learned over the years — and it’s an important lesson for the many people out there with minority fetishes — is that “nobody does that for fun” almost always turns out to be wrong.
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