Sexonomics
picture Nice new blog from Brooke Magnanti, aka Belle de Jour. Sample:
The reality of prostitution is rarely the Pretty Woman ending, but it’s also seldom as grim as Band of Gold. It’s incredibly diverse, attracting all kinds of people with all kinds of motivations and ways of working in the business.

Fiction has an outsize influence on perceptions of sex work. Of the many depictions of prostitution in recent UK television dramas, only one* is based directly on a nonfiction memoir of a call girl – and it is widely accused of ‘glamourising’ sex work for presenting a protagonist who is neither drug-addicted nor abused.**

Most other media depictions of the business, however, rely on stereotypes of streetwalkers and other sex workers having chaotic, desperate lives. Even the Home Office supports this distortion...

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 Laura May
picture Laura May Diaries is a nice, hot, explicit podcast. Better than most I've run into.
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 e[lust]
Every two weeks e[lust] presents an excellent collection of selected posts from sex blogs. Dangerous Lilly is doing a great job as editor. Here are excerpts from a few posts from e[lust] #6:
Exposing My Self to Airport Security - I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they’re gonna give me a pat down cuz I’m packing a silicon cock...

Prefect’s Prerogative - When I neglect this duty, or don’t perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks...

Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina - Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina...

Zipless - “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending...

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 Reform Blogger's Content Warning
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If you've looked at Blogger blogs with adult content, you've most surely seen the warning screen you have to go through first. Which not everybody likes, and which accomplishes what, exactly? Angelo of High on Sex took the initiative to gently do something about it. Blogger is owned by Google, so he set up a Google Product Idea where one can vote on the idea of removing that warning. Here are his words:
Make Content Warning optional. Remove flagged blogs from Blogger's Listings (Next Blog, etc), instead of forcing a splash page on 'objectionable' blogs (ex: nude art blogs). The warning page causes more problems than it solves and limits expression.
This was also mentioned on Fine Nudes and Fluffy Lychées, amongst others. Angelo also wrote about it here.
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 NYC Sex Bloggers 2009
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Timeout New York,about a limited edition sex blogger calendar. With people like Audacia Ray here.
“When I present the idea that its not the aggressive anal/choking/cum splattering that makes porn unethical or unfeminist, but the conditions under which the performers are doing said acts, people say...‘Its impossible to know what the working conditions are.’ It isn’t impossible....Just as people research textile factory conditions and then put pressure on corporations—the same could happen with porn.”

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 Sex Blogger Community
Are you a sex blogger? Well, you're not alone, and maybe we should stick together. Some blog friends of mine are hanging out at Sex Blogger Community and discussing stuff that sex bloggers maybe ought to pay attention to. So, join on in.
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 So you wanna write a sex blog ... really?
Pretty dumb things:
As soon as you commit erotic keystroke to computer screen, you’re signing a contract that makes you think and feel something, usually buried deep inside your fecund mind. Most people find themselves unwilling to carry that burden of revelation, to share it with the world, and to expose themselves in the multiple ways they have to in order to write about sex for very long.

Not only does writing about sex change the way you think about sex, but it changes the sex you have. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been fucking my lover and simultaneously narrating in my head our sex. It’s a weird fucking sensation, this double consciousness of doing and narrating, and it gets in the way of really enjoying the fucking. All of a sudden, the fucking is “about” something. It has to fit into a narrative structure. It’s limited, predetermined, finished before it’s over, and my pleasure with it. It’s a fucking loss. A loss that keeps on losing.

There are hosts of reasons not to write a sex blog—reasons I’ve outlined here, and ones I’ve hinted at. You can—and probably will—be read by someone you don’t want to read your writing. You will experience the big fat Freudian fear/wish dynamic about readership, both hoping that people will read and being anxious when they do. You will feel compromised, you will feel unsettled, you won’t easily be able to identify why. You will feel like the girl in the middle of the fantasy gang-bang, both titillated and shamed, at least if you’re anything like me. And then you'll feel as if some Japanese tour bus is driving through your bedroom and snapping pictures. It's a tad disorienting to feel as if the digital world is gaping at your cervix through the speculum of your blog. Not everyone can, or should be, an Annie Sprinkles.

It’s fucking hard to write honestly about fucking. However, I will tell you this: it’s worth it. At the end of the day, or in the middle of it, when I think about what would mark my presence on this wet blue earth if a safe dropped from the sky and squashed me flat as Wile E. Coyote, a few things come to mind: my friends and my lover, my dog, the students I’ve helped become better writers, and this blog. I’m proud of what I’ve written, and I’m proud of it all in no small part because I’ve written it at great personal price...

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 Erotonomicon
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Welcome to new blog Erotonomicon.
Erotonomicon is a center for all things erotic or attractive that appeal to our senses. You'll find a variety of things here, there are no limits to what we post as long as they fall in line with our tastes. What's our taste? The darkly erotic, slightly trashy, and the painfully sensual. Things that attract some while repelling others.
Painfully sensual? Well, I find the content rather sensual so far, and not yet painful. I like dark and sensual too.
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 Aliza's Ass
picture Thanks for the picture, Aliza, but I can't just keep it to myself, so here. And a little suitable fantasy to go along with it from your blog.
“Would you like to fuck Jess’s ass?” I ask him. “Yes please!” is his answer. “Would it be okay with you if I prepared her for you?” I ask him. “Perfect” he replies.

Jess bends over, exposing her round juicy ass to me, her soft pink pussy beautifully framed by her thighs. I slap her ass playfully, warming it, she fidgets. My lips press against her soft warm skin, I kiss and nibble her cheeks, pressing my tongue between my lips. I spread her cheeks and lick her anus while slipping my finger into her wet pussy. I find her clit and tease it while I tongue her ass, pressing my tongue deeper, changing the shape, pressing gently with my teeth. I finger her pussy till my fingers are dripping with her juices I pull them out and lick them, tasting her nectar. Then I finger her ass with a wet finger till she is begging for his cock.

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 JessyKitty
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JessyKitty is a punk Betty Page camgirl. Who isn't always nice. I.e guys pay her for humiliating them. I'm not sure I get that Money Slavery thing. "I'm gonna get you in the pocketbook where it really hurts, hahah, you limp-dicked sub-customer". Her blog is a bit painful too, but, yes, with a few giggles. But she's cute, so OK, here she is.
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 Reverse Cowgirl
picture The Reverse Cowgirl has returned. If you didn't know, she is Susannah Breslin, who loves porn and who likes to hang out in the right places in Porn Valley - San Fernando Valley in L.A. where a large chunk of the world's porn is being produced behind anonymous looking facades - and write about it, and post pictures. And she's one of those sex bloggers who somehow manages to pop up on the mainstream radar screen as well. For that matter, the one time I met her was at a mainstream blogger event in L.A. Chinatown. And then she sort of went underground for a while, and voila, now she's back, it seems.
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 Swing Reviews
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This Reporter's Swing Reviews does a fine job at reviewing clubs for swingers all over the world. An excellent travel guide. Here's about Schloss Milkersdorf between Berlin and Dresden:
The castle is open on Saturdays only. Before you make the journey, an on-line registration is required. Only couples may apply.

You should also dress for the occasion. The little black number for the lady, and something off the racks of Armani or Zegna for the gentleman would be quite appropriate.

Your first visit will set you back 115 Euros. Then you will be handed a membership card, and subsequent visits will be 95 Euros. In both cases per couple, and that will be all for the night, as all food, drinks and other sundries are covered.

The vaulted cellars of the castle now host an elaborate wellness center with sauna, whirlpool and showers capacious enough to clean an army. The first floor is home of a bar, a library, and a restaurant.

The second floor is where the action is. Several suites, a dark suite, a French Suite, and a “Nude Suite.” Assorted other rooms offer ample opportunities for horizontal action.

The protocol of getting into the action is not unlike most other couples only clubs in Germany: You go to the room, you lie down, and soon there will be another couple next to you and the fun may begin. Contact is made by touching the member of the other sex, and unless your hand is moved away, more intensive touching will follow.

For some odd reason, communication between couples in a German club will in most cases be limited to wild fornication. Other more traditional forms of socializing are rare. After the act(s) couples retreat back to the bar, and usually no words are exchanged with other couples. Strange, but usually true.
Really, no talking? I suppose the advantage is that one avoids German grammar and goes straight to the "bumsen".
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 Aww, that's cute
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From Feminism without clothes.
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 Second Life Escort Ratings
picture This guy picks up prostitutes in the virtual world Second Life and he rates them. And it seems to work a whole lot like in the real world. He gets off, she gets paid, and some of them seem like real pros at what they do. Like, this girl really gave him what he needed:
Girl: Tell me, Tommy.
Girl: Do you think I'm pretty?
Tommy: Oh yes..
Girl: A Goddess, even?
Girl giggles.
Girl: You wish to serve me?
Tommy: Yes.. yes. It's all I want at the moment.
Girl licks her lips and nods, leaning lazily against the wall.
Girl wiggles her ass invitingly, looking over her shoulder at you.
Girl: Kiss my Divine ass then, Tommy
Girl: Kiss me, and worship my bottom.
Well, that was just the start. He had to go through some serious humiliation before he got to fuck that divine ass, but he seemed to love every minute of it. I'm still puzzled about how it really works, but obviously it does. And nobody can say it isn't safe sex. (via BoingBoing)
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 Dessert
picture At 1001 Nighers Eve aims for a thousand one-night stands. Here's the start of one of them:
Both feeling quite full from dinner, we opted to share a piece of rich chocolate mousse cake. He took this opportunity to move closer to me. He placed his hand on my thigh and touched base with my eyes to make sure it was cool with me. I smirked. Only, he didn't stop there. After putting the table cloth over my lap, he slowly started to slide his hand in between my legs. Taking another bite of the chocolate cake, I looked around to make sure no one could see us. There weren't too many people left in our area ...and they were on the other side of the room. Still, a waiter could come over at any time. I was a little nervous, but that passed the closer he got to my panties. He moved a little closer to me softly ran his fingers over my mound on the outside of my panties. Our eyes locked and his eyebrow raised the moment he found my wet spot. Oh yes, I was wet. He pressed a little harder. His fingers crawled up to the top of my panties and down the other side to find my bare skin. I couldn't believe what he was doing! I loved it! Such balls! Mmmm...and the night had just begun.

He slid his two fingers between my lips and began to rub my g-spot (I must say, I was shocked he found it so easily AND while I was sitting down!!) with a come-here motion. Damn straight I was going to cum there! Wow! He just left his fingers in there, asserting pressure in a rhythmic motion again and again .....and again.

I took another bite of chocolate cake. And I thought Willy Wonka and the chocolate masturbation night was fun! (See previous entry) Mark slowly pulled his fingers and slid them up to my clit. With his wet fingers, he circled my clit slowly ....I tried to keep a normal face and took the last bite of chocolate cake. He put his finger right over my clit and began to rub and rub .....he was making me so hot. I felt an orgasm beginning to creep up. Suddenly he pulled his hand away, keeping it under the table. Just as I looked at him, our waiter came over to the table and smiled.

"Did you enjoy that?", he asked.

I blushed, after a slight pause, I realized he was referring to the chocolate cake. I cleared my throat. "Very much, thank you." He smiled and took the plate away.
Well, keep us posted about your adventures, Eve.
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