March 12th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
I was going to call this post “Hard Working Fellatrix” but it turns out I already had a post with that title, can you believe it? Our hard-working queen of suction doesn’t appear at all daunted by the gauntlet of erect pricks lined up waiting for her oral attentions:
The photo is from the February 1980 issue of Dutch porn magazine Claudia.
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March 10th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Thea Rose explains why she likes being a domme, and it’s not just the reasons you might think. As she explains:
The reason I like being a domme is not because I like whips and chains and latex. The reason is because I’m neurodivergent, and men annoy me.
Being given the explicit, up-front consent to say what the fuck is exactly on my mind in dating is amazing — and knowing that they’re gonna love that.
Day one of talking to a new guy, he messages me all day, and then the next day he drops off the face of the planet. So I feel complete permission to say, “Hey, the way you’re communicating with me, this flow? This really isn’t gonna work for me. So I’m wondering if you can improve on this, or if this is normal for you. But I don’t tolerate this level of communication.”
Dominance has given me the permission slip to be blunt and assertive and direct, which is something that I’ve always been. And in the bedroom, it helps me advocate for exactly what I want, and my pleasure. I can’t recommend trying it out more highly!
This notion of non-obvious benefits to power exchange sex play makes perfect sense to me. Another example: when I was a total newbie first experimenting with BDSM bedroom play, using a blindfold on my femsub partner was a huge confidence booster. I didn’t fumble any less with the toys and restraints, but at least she wasn’t watching and smirking at my inexperience! (In truth she was far too kind to have ever done any such thing. But the blindfold provided an extra layer of assurance.)
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March 9th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Although there’s no artist credit on the artwork, I believe this comic about a woman’s interrupted dream of being kidnapped and inspected for harem service is by Don Lawrence:
I found in the August 1975 issue of British adult magazine Mayfair.
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March 8th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
Candidly Kaite is three days out from her due date and by her own account and the visual evidence it seems she’s “great with child” in every sense. In case you’re wondering about what she calls “the geometry”, she very kindly gives a demonstration of the pregnant sex position that’s still working for her and her husband and her chiropractor:
Kaite seems a little bit surprised that this is position is a “very good favorite” of her husband’s. I don’t think there’s any genuine wife guy who would be surprised by that! (I use “wife guy” here in the genuine non-cynical and non-pejorative sense, the only sense you’ll ever see on ErosBlog. We don’t shame men here for loving their wives, any more than we’d use “woke” as a pejorative or — to blast fifteen years into the past — pretend that being a social justice warrior is somehow shameful.)
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March 7th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
These cowboys seem badly underdressed for the fencing repair work that needs doing in their vicinity, but I suppose if you’re pretty enough, they let you get away dressing impractically:
They are from the pages of the 1969 gay porn magazine Bonanza #2.
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March 6th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
If you had a scenic rooftop like this, you’d always be up there fucking. How could you not be?
This is from the August 1982 issue of a Dutch porn magazine called Tuk. I don’t know where the spectacular rooftop sex scenery is.
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March 5th, 2026 -- by Bacchus
When I first saw this clip from the Friend Crush podcast, my two thoughts were “that’s an intimate confession to make” and “that’s a pretty clever hustle, maybe a little bit evil, but clever!” Basically our narrator explains that in college she would have unprotected sex, let her young men ejaculate inside her, collect full retail from them for the cost of a Plan B pill, and then actually use a much cheaper subsidized Plan B from the college pharmacy:
My third thought, which was slower to mature in my brain, was that she was running a fairly sophisticated niche campus sex work operation. Unprotected penetrative sex for cash with face-saving plausible deniability for everybody.
Here’s the transcript, with a lot of laughter cleaned out of it:
“I’m not on birth control.”
“I’m not either!”
“Yeah, it’s awesome.”
“Really?”
“Well, I have taken enough plan B to kill a pack of wild horses…”
“That’s so crazy!”
“It was like… you could buy Plan B at my college, at the college pharmacy and it was like 10 bucks there and maybe cost like $50.”
“Yeah.”
“So more than once I took it. The boy… would Venmo me and I make a small profit!”
“Forty bucks every time he comes inside you.”
“Pretty good deal!”
However you choose to consider it, people are endlessly creative!
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