Eros Daily Musings and Digressions

What’s great is that I was about to randomly post this gallery of Stoya and Astrid and their strap-on session for no reason other than the chemistry is hot, I’m procrastinating work on two anthologies, it would make for a gratuitous porn post and I’m always trying to think of reasons for justifying my porn surfing habits by making such posts, I’m still cranky about blogging ethics discussions and sex writing attitudes (and being called an “activist” for the wrong reasons)… and so, also, I’m still camped out on this hot boy’s couch reading erotica for like the [redacted]th week in a row working on more fucking books about fucking…

My brain is thinking “jump or fall” about so many things at once. With random sparks. Like wanting to never use caps again on my blog (for no other reason that I am *at war* against the shift key), but I know that’s annoying for anyone to read. Wanting to do a post about speaking at LeWeb in December, but moreseo wanting to start work on that talk now because it’s going to funny and entertaining and full of sex/tech goodness and I can’t wait to get into the work, to sink into it, rehearse it, play with it. And also start on a talk that’s in my back pocket I’m putting together about community management in crisis situations and bringing together diverse communities and navigating member/user individualization while still addressing how community managers tactfully, effectively and textually manage “who speaks for ‘we’” (I bring so much to this from working in sex ed and LGBT communities it’s a goldmine of guidance and ideas; I actually have a fistful of handwritten notes with me at all times about this in case I get a chance to start formalizing the talk). I also have the running dialogue in the back of my head that at LeWeb I’ll be sharing a stage with some serious historical figures, and part if me actually thinks, unpublish this, bitches.

I feel like this:

Me, saturday afternoon.

And then I get a comment here, “more kissing girls, please.” And like many of you, I think “aaaahhhh. kissing girls. girls kissing. so simple.” Here you go, click image to get to the full gallery:

I love putting porn in a post that’s not actually about sex. No one ever knows what to do with it. Such a simple disruption method. Plus it’s good handpicked porn that I happen to be enjoying personally, not inserted in a post just for the banal sake of it. It’s like you’re hanging out in my head: always NSFW, and always tricky to link to.

By Tony Kelly. (Via Porn and Beauty).

Found on Indie Nudes. From Driven by Boredom.

Village Voice

Ogling breasts isn’t just for straight men and lesbians anymore. Moving beyond traditional labels, gay men and straight women are outing themselves as “boobiesexuals.” The term was coined by podcaster Cunning Minx to stand for “women who are mostly straight but who are really, really into women’s breasts.” I’ve expanded it to include gay men. This new breed is committed to their sexual orientation, but acknowledges that, like the horniest of frat boys or Hooters customers, they’re turned on by tits…

More here (19 pictures). From Met-Art

Found on Attugirls. From Playboy

Slashdot:

Sue Williams has been awarded a 20,000 grant by the Arts Council of Wales, to “explore cultural attitudes towards female buttocks“. Sue plans to examine racial attitudes towards bottoms in Europe and Africa and create plaster casts of women’s behinds to try to understand their place in contemporary culture. And here I’ve been studying the issue all these years for free like a sucker!

From our co-founder, Claire:

Babeland had the pleasure of working with HBO’s Real Sex this week. It’s Babeland’s third time doing a star turn on Real Sex, and it keeps getting better. This time the topic is Recession Sex, and the producers came to film a Kinky Crafts workshop at our cozy and community-oriented store in the great borough of Brooklyn. With the nation’s economy on shaky ground, people are more often using their ingenuity and common household items to get off, and Babeland is there to help. The workshop participants fashioned floggers out of bike tires and dowels, created masturbation sleeves from bubble wrap and towels, and from honeydew melons. They made flashy pasties, denim cockrings and restraints and sewed pockets onto their panties to hold their vibrating cell phones.

Jen May, longtime Babelander and sex toy aficionado, lead the workshop and had this to say about the experience, “At first I was terrified to be in front of the camera, but it quickly became really fun! It was like craft time in kindergarten or at summer camp, but for adults who like sex toys. I think the viewers of that segment on Real Sex will see how much Babeland really cares about their pleasure, through thick and thin.”

Check Babeland.com for information about kinky crafting events coming in the fall, and for information about Real Sex viewing parties!

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I could totally kick your ass in a burping contest.

I never imagined that this talent would come in handy during sex, but life is full of surprises.

I was with a nice guy the other day who has a burping fetish. He thinks it’s hot when cute girls burp. I’m not making this up.

I was being all seductive, going down on him, when all of a sudden he asked in a sweet voice, “Will you do me a favor?”

“Sure!” I replied, looking up.

“Will you burp for me?”

I laughed. Oh, wow. Never in my kinkiest dreams did I envision an intimate encounter like this.

I can rip ‘em like a champ, but it was a different story to make it happen in this context; it’s like cussing in front of your grandma. But I am a strong, capable woman who appreciates a challenge, so I mustered up a burp.

I giggled, man it was embarrassing!

He smiled so big and encouraged me to keep going.

I burped a couple more times, but it was really difficult! I kept laughing, and I said, “Sorry.”

He corrected me, saying, “Don’t say you’re sorry! I love it!”

But wait, it gets stranger.

Later, while I was riding him, he made another request:

“Can you burp the ABC’s?”

Me inside: !!!! Me outside: “OK,” I agreed, but it was more difficult than I thought it would be. Burpfucking is like patting your head and rubbing your belly at the same time. I definitely need more practice. I kept starting and stopping, and only got to E.

He exclaimed, “Oh god that is so hot!”

We finished with him on top, and when he was done, he moved down to rest his head on my tummy. He was very happy and content.

Now, every time I’m alone and I burp, I automatically blurt, “Oh god that is so hot!”

Urp.

More here (15 pictures). From NakedBy

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