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September 1st, 2014 -- by Bacchus

A Shower At The Beach

I swear, some of those primitive beach shower setups are designed for the pleasure of voyeurs and exhibitionists. Princess Sara from Action Girls surely is enjoying having an audience in this beach showering photoset:

Princess Sara washes her shapely ass in an open beach shower

washing her front

washing her breasts very slowly and carefully

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August 30th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

An Early Violet Wand Competitor

Ever wonder what a violet wand might have looked like back in the days when it was still being sold as a medical device instead of a sex toy? Well, this Malchrist High Frequency Coil from a 1910 surgical catalog may give you a notion:


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August 29th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

A Tit Job For A Traveller


As near as I can make out from fragmentary internet clues, this is an illustration by Pierre Louys for a book by André ‎Collot, titled Au temps des juges. Chants bibliques.‎

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August 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Bécat Erotic Etchings: Le Canapé

I was recently fortunate to discover good photographs of seven (out of eleven) erotic etchings by French erotic artist Paul-Emile Bécat that were published in a 1955 Eyrx edition of Fougeret de Montbron’s 1741 licentious fairy tale Le Canapé (“The Couch”). Becat, who produced erotic illustrations for nearly 100 books, worked in a technique called dry point, and the etchings seen here in monochrome were originally (in a different 1951 limited edition of Le Canapé) published in color. Don’t forget to click each picture to see the corresponding higher-resolution and uncropped image:

fondling a girl on a couch at a party

kissing a girl under a tree

two in bed

touching her breast

a genteel orgy

surrounded by revelry

an enema from her maid

title page

(I will update this post if I ever find scans of the four etchings not seen here, or any of the eleven in their color versions.)

A little about the underlying text, Le Canapé. One antiquities dealer described it as a “novella…in which the narrator is turned in to a sofa.” Quoting an academic source, the description goes on:

“The protagonist is punished for his failure to gratify Crapaudine, an old and ugly fairy, and is only released from his enchantment when he encounters a similar failure on the part of another man. The imposition of this condition suggests that sexual impotence is a condition rarely encountered, and indeed until the end of the narrative, when an elderly lawyer fails to satisfy his young bride, the couch meets with nothing but ribald sexual hedonism: in its unfolding, the narrative decries the lechery of the clergy and the prevalence of cuckoldry, both time-honored targets of social satire.”

Another source calls it “a little fairy tale in eleven chapters, often attributed to Cresset, but in reality the work of Fougeret de Montbron” in which “the hero is first transformed into a dog and then into a sofa.”

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August 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Puppy Play! Gear Sale

I think this one speaks for itself. If you like this sort of thing, you’ll want to know about the Dog Days human puppy gear sale from the Stockroom:

puppy play bdsm gear sale

Woof! Woof!

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August 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Her Anus-Tattoo Face

Remember the short grainy video of the woman getting a tattoo on her anus? Well, here are some better-quality photos of that session. If you’ve ever wondered what someone’s facial expression would be while the tattoo gun is stabbing their taint, wonder no more! Behold, it looks like this:

the facial expression of a woman getting an anal tattoo

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August 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Where Is It Legal To Shoot Porn?

There aren’t a lot of laws against shooting porn anywhere, because it’s pretty much impossible to write one that doesn’t impair constitutional rights of free speech. So why did “they” always say that California was the only state where it was legal to shoot porn? The answer has to do with laws against prostitution, and prosecutors who can’t resist pretending a porn shoot is an act of prostitution (it isn’t), and courts who don’t let them get away with it. It’s a little bit complicated, but if you’re curious about it, this here is about the clearest and simplest article you’re ever going to find to explain it to you.

In California, it all traces back to a landmark case, California v. Freeman, in which California prosecuted porn director Harold Freeman on pandering charges. Freeman was convicted at trial, a conviction that was upheld by the court of appeals, but later overturned by the California Supreme Court.

In a nutshell, the state’s highest court ruled that “in order to constitute prostitution, the money or other consideration must be paid for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification.”

The key verbiage there, the lawyers tell me, is “for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification,” and the fact that the court meant for the purpose of sexual arousal or gratification of the person who is footing the bill. Since Harold Freeman’s primary purpose was to create a sexually-explicit movie, and not to get his rocks off, California couldn’t sustain a charge of pandering against him. The court put a pretty fine point on their assessment of Freeman’s prosecution, calling it “a somewhat transparent attempt at an ‘end run’ around the First Amendment and the state obscenity laws.”

The Freeman case was originally decided by the jury in 1987. Following the overturning of the conviction two years later, no prosecutor anywhere brought pandering charges against a porn producer again for almost 20 years…

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August 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Grappling (Naked) Like The Ancient Greeks

The hotter the summer gets, the better the naked girl-wrestling at Ultimate Surrender starts to look to me:




The wrestlers are Jayogen and Yasmine Loven. I know it’s been a long time since I linked to Ultimate Surrender, because the site had sort of fallen off my radar. But I was reminded of it while checking out the links at the Kink Sites linklist of destinations.

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August 25th, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Thrown To The Goblins, For Impudence

In the book Captive by Aishling Morgan, the heroine offends a well-connected noblewoman, who tries to have her tortured and executed. Fortunately, the Count has a sense of proportion, and he maintains a pit full of lusty goblins whose scent has a certain powerful effect on human women:

‘Is this truly a matter for me?’ he demanded.

‘Indeed, Lord,’ Yasma answered. ‘You will need to instruct the torturers to follow my will and sign the warrant for her death.’

‘Torture, death, for impudence?’ Alanthor demanded. ‘Come to your senses woman, have you no concept of proportion? If you want to requite your shame, throw her in the goblin pit! My apologies, Prince, for the interruption.’

Yasma gave a low curtsey and turned for the door, her mouth set in a hard line of frustrated fury.

Grathor followed, tugging Aisla with him. They marched out into a sunlit courtyard, then down a flight of steps into gloom. The smell of damp stone caught Aisla’s nose, then another, stronger scent that made the hairs rise on the nape of her neck but also filled her with the urge to spread her thighs or sink to her knees and lift her bottom. In front of her Madame Yasma made a little throaty sound, then stopped, no less subject to the impact of Goblin musk on women than Aisla.

‘Won’t you be watching, Madame Yasma?’ Grathor enquired innocently. ‘They haven’t had a girl for months, so it should be a fine display.’

Yasma answered with a grunt and walked on down the steps to a door which a grinning guard let them through. Aisla could feel the juice running down between her thighs, while her nipples were hard and aching. Behind them the door slammed and she felt a sudden urge to run, only to have it change to pure lust as a stronger waft of the scent came up to them. Madame Yasma screamed and ran, back up the steps to the sound of Grathor’s deep laughter.

The stairs turned and they came out over a drop, with pale sunlight filtering in from slits high in the wall above. Aisla looked down, trembling with need, her vagina and anus both pulsing in anticipation of cock. In the pit below were a dozen goblins, smaller and a darker green than those of Korismund, but with cocks no less huge in proportion to their bodies. They had obviously smelt her, just as she had smelt them, as they were gathered in a knot below among a mess of half-eaten cabbage leaves and bits of carrot and fruit. Every single one was erect, big green penes rising to the level of their faces.

Aisla swallowed hard, fighting the urge to jump down, only for Grathor to push her in the back. Her balance went and she fell, landing on her hands and knees in the pit. Immediately the goblins were on her, their long, spatulate fingers pawing her body, squeezing her breasts, spreading her bottom. A cock was pushed into her face and she gaped for it, unable to stop herself. Another goblin slid under her, his fat cock penetrating her sopping tuppenny at the first push. Thick lips closed on her nipples, hands took her hair, pulling as one rode her back, rubbing his penis in the shallow grove over her spine. Wet sperm splashed across her bottom and she knew one had lost control, coming on her before getting his penis to the target.

With the scent of the sperm her last effort at resistance collapsed. She began to suck eagerly on the cock in her mouth. Her hands groped out, finding stiff cocks to pull at. Bucking her hips she fucked herself on the one below her, and wiggled her bottom when a long, fat penis was laid in the groove between her cheeks. Above her Grathor was laughing, enjoying the sight of her giving herself to the man-beasts. As she was rolled onto her back she saw that his cock was out and he was masturbating over what was happening to her, stroking his cock in an unhurried fashion as another goblin penetrated her vagina and sperm splashed over her breasts.

Again she was rolled, to her side, to allow the biggest goblin to get at her bottom. She felt his erection press between her buttocks, then to her hole, still slick with Grathor’s sperm and her own sweat. The goblin penetrated her, pushing hard to pop her anus and forcing its full length up her rectum. For a moment she gagged on the cock in her mouth, choking on meaty cock head. Her penetration was complete, with the big, green, ugly cocks in her mouth and both hands, between her breasts and against her flesh in several other places, jammed deep in her vagina and bloating out her rectum. A tongue found her clitoris, adding the final touch to her ravishment as she immediately started to come even as Grathor’s sperm pattered down on her naked, used body from above.

Aisla was left in the goblin pit for the night, used over and over again until she had lost all track of time in a haze of goblin musk. She even ate with them, face down in the food trough eating slops while one of them buggered her upraised bottom. Only when the morning meal was brought did men climb down, retrieving her while the satiated goblins were busy with their food. After being washed she was allowed to dress in a plain smock of dull grey calico and taken to Madame Yasma to apologise…

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August 23rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus

Glass Insertable Toys

I just noticed that the Stockroom is having an unannounced “only while supplies last” sale with steep discounts on many items, including these two lovely glass toys:



They are the Moon Plug ($15 down from $25) and the Bent Glass Dildo ($12 down from $22.99). Awesome prices for glass insertable toys!

(If you prefer stainless steel insertables, you may also be interested in the $20 discount on the Steel Pleasure Lever.)

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