Eros Daily Musings and Digressions

By Autumn Sonnichsen

By Marcel van der Vlugt. (Via Pinky the Kinky)

By Odd Nerdrum

New Scientist:

Although still controversial, many scientists now accept that some women can ejaculate some kind of fluid during sexual arousal or orgasm. Just how common it is, what the fluid is, and whether it serves any kind of function are some of the most hotly debated questions of sex research today, and I am playing a small part in helping to investigate them.

Many historical texts, such as the Kama Sutra, spoke about female “semen”, as did writers, including the Greek physician Hippocrates. Sometimes the writers may have been referring to everyday vaginal secretions, which increase during sexual arousal. However, there are several references to something more akin to ejaculation. In the 17th century, the Dutch physician and anatomist Regnier De Graaf spoke of “liquid as usually comes from the pudenda in one gush”.

In the last century, Ernst Grfenberg, the German doctor who gave his name to the controversial G spot, drew attention to female ejaculation in a 1950 paper published in The International Journal of Sexology. “This convulsory expulsion of fluids occurs always at the acme of orgasm and simultaneously with it,” he wrote. “Occasionally the production of fluids is so profuse that a large towel has to be spread under the woman to prevent the bed sheets getting soiled.”…

Petra Boynton dives deeper into the subjects of the article.

Public spankings are all well and good, but usually they happen in a quiet copse of forest somewhere, or at least, in the bushes at the park. This poor girl got tied to a rolling office chair (presumably inside) and then wheeled out into a derelict courtyard for a spanking in front of anybody [...]

From CrazyBabe. More here (16 pictures).

By Tim Fox. From Met-Art

By Ludovic Goubet

Dirty Details:

“Why the rush?” I eyed the curling bar as the precious seconds between sets began to tick away. My workout was being compromised and I was in a rush to keep my Summer body properly fit.

“I don’t have on any panties, Marcusssssssss.” She purred like Eartha Kitt in “Boomerang”.

I laughed until she slid her left hand up the front of her skirt revealing the shaved brown lips of her flower. Her manicured finger slid between the petals and brought a sticky moist index finger within inches of my eyes. It was so close I could smell her soapy excited aroma. I flicked my tongue out to catch her finger and she retracted it. Her hands opened her shirt giving her heaving breasts more space. They surged against her black bra with cleavage bubbling.

“I told you I’m on lunch. I raced over here. I don’t have time to waste.”…

By John Swannell.

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