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March 4th, 2026 -- by Bacchus

To Dream Of Horny Gamer Girls

topless gamer girl licking a game controller

The internet is full of gaming-obsessed men (nothing wrong with being any of those) who dream of finding a gamer girl online to flirt with, to make some mutual use of the front-facing cameras on their phones with, and then eventually, geography permitting, to get seriously horny with, perhaps even to meet meat-to-meat in meatspace with. And being optimistic young men, they look for these gamer girls in the gaming spaces where gamers hang out, and in the gamer-adjacent spaces (like streaming venues) where gamer girls have learned that a pretty voice and a digital gun and a well-stocked set of links-in-bio with connections to their camming spaces will get those gamer girls further than a pretty voice and a gun alone will.

fortnite cosplayer teasing her streamers with topless pose

Most of these optimistic young men have to adjust their expectations as they mature. Perhaps they come to understand that gamer girls have to eat and pay rent also, so there’s merit in looking for their cam sex at a site like Lemoncams. Soon enough they come to understand that meatspace girlfriends and camgirls alike who aren’t cosplay queens or gamergirls are still entirely enough fun without the gaming connection. There are many paths to bliss, even if not every attractive young tart turns out to be as sweet as expected:

lemon pussy isn't sweet

Luckily, experience suggests that plenty of gamer girls and streamers are in fact the sweet horny freaks you’re looking for. The trick, as with any woman you want to bone, is to make her feel comfortable. Gamer girls are mostly in the nerd space, which suggests a bit of social anxiety is likely to be in her mix, and if you’re a gamer yourself, social and emotional intelligence is maybe not where you allocated the most stat points when you rolled up your Dungeons and Dragons character?

busty girl fingers herself after dropping her handheld gaming console

To your further good fortune, your seductive charm and physical rizz aren’t the most important thing when it comes to getting naked with your favorite gamer girl. I’m not saying you shouldn’t shower, shave, deodorize, and brush your teeth; I’m just saying she knows how to lead a raid and defeat a boss mob, even when you’re the mob in question. If she wants your ass, she’ll harvest it. All you have to do is be in the room at your expected spawn point when the raid starts.

cosplaying egirl streaming with her pussy and asshole out

Image credits, top to bottom: The topless gamer girl licking her controller is from the Nutaku game Booty Farm. The busty Fortnite cosplayer taking a break from her Metal Gear game to tease her streamers is by anonymous/unknown. The cartoon of the man discovering that lemon pussy is sour candy is by Noctoc. The busty woman who dropped her handheld to finger herself is by Dandonfuga. The D.Va cosplayer/e-girl streaming with her naughty bits out and throbbing for the camera is by Tobi.

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March 1st, 2026 -- by Bacchus

A Pill To Kill The Love

There is a lot of nonsense out there on social media about GLP-1 agonists, the popular pills that help diabetics and are increasingly prescribed for weight loss. I’m using the word nonsense here in its formal medical sense, to mean social media histrionics that aren’t backed up by any kind of decent studies. That said, I’ve never let nonsense get in the way of a good medicalized story about relations between men and women, so why would I start now? According to a Korean plastic surgeon on X:

We initially thought GLP-1s like Ozempic, Tirzapeptide and Retatutride just reduced food cravings. Now, we know they work for alcohol, cocaine, gambling and other addictions too.

But do you know what runs on exactly the same circuit?

Falling in love.

GLP-1 receptors sit in the exact same brain regions that light up when you’re in love.

The insane thing about them is that they don’t just suppress appetite. They suppress wanting in general, including romantic craving another person.

Something like 60M+ people are now on anti-desire drugs and it happened in the blink of an eye.

I predict in the coming years, we will see people on these drugs be less able to fall in love. We will also see them fall out of love, or be unable to feel it, in relationships that were previously great.

If your girlfriend or boyfriend started taking GLP1s and your relationship started failing, there’s a good chance that’s why.

How about it, people? I’ve personally experienced the loss of interest in alcohol. Not the loss of love though. But love a couple decades in is different — experientially and presumably biochemically — than it is in the early years.

Your anecdotes in the comments are solicited. But remember, it’s all nonsense until they figure out how to do a rigorous scientific study. (Have they isolated the biochemical basic for romantic cravings well enough to do that study? I have not a damned clue. But I’m pretty sure a Korean plastic surgeon isn’t that far ahead of me.)

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February 27th, 2026 -- by Bacchus

A Chorus Line Dressed In Not So Much

Kinky Delight found a wonderful photo from a 1960s London gentlemen’s club of a high-class burlesque strip show featuring a chorus line that eventually strips down to nothing.

seven women in transparent but very high class stripper outfits on the chorus line at a London strip joint

Here’s a detail:

a better view of some of the semi naked chorus girls

I know there are some very high-class strip joints in the the world today. I haven’t seen them and shouldn’t judge … but I still suspect that everone was having just as nice a time in 1960s London.

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February 24th, 2026 -- by Bacchus

First International Bank Of Tova: Cha-Ching!

In which Chef Tova and Zar make a comedy skit about Jewish/Muslim online content collaboration, and who has to shove the menorah where for maximum revenue:

 
February 22nd, 2026 -- by Bacchus

Space Age Blowjob

In the 1960s and 1970s, color photos of the Earth taken from space by NASA astronauts became pop-culture icons, and were widely distributed as art posters. (I’m sure it helped that the United States government retains no copyright in visual materials created by government employees.) Although this view of the earth from space was not as famous as the so-called Blue Marble, the poster sold well and was seen everywhere, as I am just barely old enough to remember. However, I am not old enough to have seen it in the pages of Color Climax #19 in 1975 as the background for a blowjob:

woman kneels to give a blowjob in front of a poster showing the earth from space, probably during an Apollo mission

If any space buffs know their Apollo mission photography (or other space photographic history) well enough to identify the particular history of the photo on the poster, by all means contribute what you know in the comments!

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February 20th, 2026 -- by Bacchus

A Guided Tour Of The Vale

Hopefully you don’t need a map, but just in case, Haelle has one:

Haelle seems like a good tour guide, and here’s her spiel for the eager tourist:

If I ask you to kiss me on the lips and you ask which ones? Oh, you messed up! I am not letting you go anywhere.

Not only am I gonna make you all 7 Hobbit meals daily, but also you’re going to travel all through Middle Earth. And I have a map right there. We’re not going to get lost, oh, no.

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February 18th, 2026 -- by Bacchus

Shared Fleshlights In The Barracks

I’m reluctant to share this story at all, because the woman who put it on the internet framed it on both ends with misandrist generalizations about male hygiene. More on that, below. But first the story, which comes from clinical sexologist Danielle Kramer, talking about a time when she was under contract to provide sexual health clinical services for the military:

The base I was associated with…had barracks full of 18 to 24 year olds. A young enlisted guy comes in, tested positive for gonorrhea and chlamydia. Classic combo. Easy enough, we treat it, safe sex talk, you’re done. But the next day, two more guys came in with the same combo. And the day after that, three more guys. At this point, I’m like, okay, there’s either one very busy person on this base or something else is going on.

Then this one guy comes in, he tests positive, but he swears he is not sexually active. And I hear this all the time. So I’m like, hey, no judgment. I don’t care who you’re having sex with, but we gotta talk about this. And he’s like, no, there is no way. I’m not having sex with anybody.

Where do you live? The barracks? Who do you hang out with? And slowly, slowly, the truth comes out.

Turns out, a not small group of men in the barracks were sharing a Fleshlight. Two of them, to be exact. And none of them had been washing it for weeks. They were literally passing around a communal petri dish of gonorrhea and chlamydia like it was a Nintendo Switch.

Yes, I had to tell their commanding officer. Yes, I had to do an emergency Powerpoint about this. Yes, every single one of them had to get treated.

Not quoted are several sex-negative generalizations about men and cleanliness and safe sex, none of which are supported by the facts of the anecdote. I don’t prefer to share misandrist propaganda, especially when young men under military discipline in barracks are by no means a fair sampling from which to extrapolate general male behavior.

So why share the story at all? Because it ties in, conceptually, with the public Fleshlight art installation at Burning Man that’s gone viral in a hundred internet places over the years. Everybody who sees that installation or hears about it or talks about it feels a certain kind of way about public masturbation and/or shared sex toys, and a lot of those conversations include phrases like “nobody would” or “that’s too disgusting for anybody to…” or… you see where I’m going with this. The anecdote about young men under authoritarian control, in a sex-segregated barracks with very little privacy, establishes a sort of outlier of human behavior that I think is useful to that conversation.

That’s why, even though the story came wrapped up in sex-negative “men-are-filthy-beasts” packaging where I found it, I thought it was worth scraping it clean (as best I could) to bring it here.

Update: While curating the list of similar posts to appear beneath this one, I was amused to discover a prescient post from the very first year of ErosBlog’s publication, all the way back in 2003. (Am I allowed to call my own posts “prescient”?) In responding to a conversation outside the sex blog community (which was then very small) about why sex toys for men (male masturbators, pocket pussies, Fleshlights, and such) were considered much more taboo and icky than sex toys for women such as dildos and vibrators, I pointed out that men don’t have any sort of hygiene problems at all when it comes to cleaning things they care about, like, say, guns and military equipment:

[I]n objective terms the hygienic concern is arrant nonsense. Men have mastered cleaning tasks of a far more intricate nature, and will even voluntarily indulge when the object of their cleaning affections is, say, a much-beloved rifle. Nor is it implausible that a truly decent technology for assisted orgasm would command every bit as much gadgeteering enthusiasm as gun guys lavish on the contents of their gun safes.

So there! You can be sure that the very same military guys who supposedly passed around these dirty Fleshlights have been taught to field strip and clean a complicated rifle under challenging conditions, when given supportive social conditions for that cleaning task. The problem in that barracks was the social conditions, not the filthy-beastliness of the men.

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