These ladies debauching the bollards at the waterfront in Amsterdam are from an old Color Climax porn magazine:
The accompanying text says “When we left, the wet spots were clearly visible!”
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August 21st, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Suggestive Bollard-Sitting
August 4th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Controversial Blowjob
This double blowjob from around 1980 (courtesy of an old issue of the Color Climax magazine Sex Inspiration) was very edgy stuff for its time. You might think the double blowjob was the controversial part, and indeed it would have been deemed legally obscene in some jurisdictions. But no: it’s the white woman with black men that would have most severely offended the bluenoses of forty years ago.
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July 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
What Kind Of Marbles?
It’s 1971. Half a century ago. You want to make a certain sort of film. In Copenhagen. This film doesn’t have much of a plot, but the sales copy will include the line “One of the men suggests a game of marbles.” The financier greenlights the project, the models are hired, the movie gets made:
But what should we call this cinematic masterpiece? Names are bandied about. A focus group is convened, then dismissed. Finally, the decision is made. Keep it simple. We’ll just call the movie Cunt Marbles. Problem solved, on to the next!
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March 30th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Girl Eats Banana
The instant I saw this totally-innocent photo of a pretty woman eating a banana, I knew. Naw, man, that’s porn. And that banana is a promise. She’ll be sucking the guy’s cock in the next scene. Or there’ll be a banana up her cunt. Or both.
I am often wrong. But not this time. And the Rodox watermarked clinched it; that’s one of the many hardcore Danish porn brands operated under the corporate umbrella of the Color Climax Corporation, famous in the USA for eye-opening glossy import porn magazines dating back to the 1970s. Sometimes a banana is just a banana, but in the hands of the CCC it soon becomes a cock:
Likewise, the dramatic Rule of Chekhov’s Banana guaranteed that we weren’t getting out of this blog post without a banana going in her pussy:
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June 8th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
A Porn Moment With Ebony Ayes
I’ve been writing the posts at Erosblog for almost twenty years now. That’s long enough for me to have become a different person, with different ideas. I’m no longer the same dude at all as that idiot who started the blog. One of the ways you change over time, if you’re a paying-attention sort of person who keeps your eyes open, is that you see stuff. And, maybe, you learn that the world isn’t as simple as you used to think. Stuff that once seemed obvious now seems hopelessly idealistic. The world we live in is not the world we want, and it’s dumb to pretend different.
For instance, I used to be one of those “color blind” guys. I actually do have color vision problems, but I’m not being literal here. I’m talking about my general aversion to using race (meaning skin color, in this sharply limited context) as an organizing principle for the porn I publish. I’ve posted lots of photos of beautiful women over the years. Some of them had dark skin. But I never posted a photo because the person in it was Black, or Latina, or Asian, or whatever. Indeed, I used to think it was racially pernicious to categorize people by their skin color for purposes of porn selection or marketing.
That got me in trouble. People who ran erotic websites devoted to women of color used to show up in my comments and berate me for it. They had a bunch of arguments, which I’ll leave to them, but it all boiled down to representation and inclusion. Eventually I came around to the understanding that, while it’s probably not something I’m ever gonna do, there’s nothing pernicious about it. It’s perfectly fine to make a website full of beautiful nude black girls.
I still sometimes have my issues with the way that porn dehumanizes people by reducing them to a keyword or hashtag, and then marketing that keyword as a fetish. Porn is objectifying, and I’ve made my peace with that; but I strive not to be any more objectifying than the enterprise demands. This tension lies behind some of my own fetish for naming and crediting. Thus I want you all to know that the first photo in this post is of Ebony Ayes, appearing in 1989’s New Cunts #56 magazine from Color Climax, in a pictorial titled Take All Of Me co-starring Peter North and Tony Montana.
Ebony made close to 200 movies and appeared in countless (as in, nobody counts them, but there are many) magazine shoots. The rest of the photos in this post come from her other work. She’s a stunning woman and during her career she was a hard-working porn superstar. I hope you’ve enjoyed our little visit with her!
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February 3rd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Antarctica’s Lost Trove Of Vintage Porn
Remember the photo of the padlocked plywood crate of Army porn that surfaced during the first decade of the Forever War in Iraq and Afghanistan? Well, a rumor has reached my ears of a mid-20th-century Navy porn trove in Antarctica. Not only is it substantial in size, it may well lie under the ice to this day, frozen in eternal preservation.
But I am ahead of myself. Our outposts in Antarctica have their own peculiar cultures and rituals, as all human communities do. If you’ve heard of naked polar bear plunges into the Arctic Ocean at various northern outposts, well, they do stuff like that along the coast of Antarctica, too. Bathing suits are sometimes seen, but in general it’s a clothing-optional-or-discouraged operation, except of course for your mandatory safety line.
So I was reading an amusing blog post that touches on all this: Stupid Traditions – Cold, Naked and Dumb. And there, as an almost-throwaway background historical detail, was this intriguing mention of the frozen porn cache, buried away somewhere deep in the snow.
An Antarctic culture, such that it is, didn’t happen until after the International Geophysical Year in 1957. That’s when year long habitation on the continent began and all the governing international bodies were established. But the culture on the ground wasn’t established by Antarctic treaty and the program managers heading their respective Antarctic programs, nor the first explorers, not even the transitory researchers. For the American program, the founding culture comes from the 1950-1980s enlisted men of the Seabees of the US Navy. Please allow your imagination to go wild with the Venn diagram of Navy, very old Navy traditions, inventive construction workers, and all men in their early to mid 20s. Accordingly, the base culture of Antarctica got a firm fraternity-like stamp. As part of the de-Navifying the stations when the NSF took over, the vintage old porn that used to be all over the place got buried in giant tri-wall boxes (note the plural) somewhere in the snow.
Emphasis, as they say, added by me. That’s all I know. The rest is speculation.
So, sometime in the early 1980s, the word came down. There’s a new sheriff in town. And probably civilian women! We gotta police up all this porn that’s, you know, knee deep in the rec areas. Put it in boxes and bury it out in the snow, it’ll be fine. This new civvie program may not last, we can always dig it up again when they all go home.
Let’s point out that Navy men are famously well-travelled. We’re probably not talking about Playboys and Hustlers and random titty magazines. If you’re headed to Antarctica in 1963 or 1972 you’ll want to curate the porn you put in your sea bag. You’re going to take only the best stuff! This might well include the high-dollar semi-illegal publications you bought on leave in Amsterdam or some French seaport. The starting point for our imaginations, in thinking about this collection, should probably be the Color Climax type stuff.
So, you might be wondering, what the hell is a “giant tri-wall box”? I can’t find information on common sizes, but tri-wall boxes are apparently made of super-thick cardboard, and the one (modern-ish) photo I found suggests they are dimensioned variably to fit on the different sizes of common wooden freight pallets:
Now think about the future. Specifically, think about future archeologists. When they come to excavate the historical sites of early Antarctic exploration, you think they won’t have millimetric ice-penetrating radar/magic that lets them find everything that was ever lost and buried in the ice? Sure, a lot of it is garbage — but what do archeologists love more than rummaging in ancient garbage?
Thus it seems to me completely inevitable that this enormous trove of well-preserved vintage porn, buried and lost now for forty years, will someday rise again from the ice. Even if it all got saturated at some point in a freeze/thaw cycle, photos printed on glossy clay-coated paper don’t quickly smudge or run. If you’ve ever seen water-damaged magazines, what tends to destroy them is mold, mildew, and insect damage. Not much of that in the ice! What’s more, these were technical people. They probably had 8mm porn loops, too. And a lot of those came in tightly-sealed metal film cannisters.
Who says archeology isn’t a fun job?
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January 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Veronica Diemen Shower Scene
Some time in early 1984, the famously-busty black porn model and actress Veronica Diemen took a shower. She invited the photographers from Players Girls Pictorial to photograph her for their July 1984 issue. They diligently captured her legendary assets as she soaped up her tits and ass:
In truth this bottom-washing shot reminds me of a much more vintage post from 2008. Rub-a-dub-dub, two buns and a scrub!
Now we are led to wonder whether Veronica was hungry. Because, it turns out, she took a huge bundle of grapes into the shower along with her bar of soap. An obvious choice! After scrubbing herself vigorously (to get rid of the soap, sure) she moved on to the picnic part of the shower scene:
But why eat grapes in the shower? A mango, now, that’s just sensible. I could understand that. No mess, no fuss, all that sticky sweet juice just washes away. But grapes?
It’s all about the art, my friend. She knew, I speculate, precisely what it did to the male observer when she raised her arms above her head like that. It was a strategem, I say. A scheme to justify uplifting those famous Veronica Diemen breasts of hers for the camera lense. But however artful it was, I don’t find that I mind so very much:
Sadly I can’t find much biographical information for Veronica Diemen. As an “ebony” model with big tits she got a lot of work in the second half of the 1970s, but not much is on the web about her life. Only one thing is certain: she appeared in a great many porn magazines. The following list is surely very partial: Playmen (Italy), Pechos Grandes (Spain), Players, Players Girls, Players Girls Pictorial, Mayfair, Club International, Rits (Holland), Gem, Gents, and Queen Size. She made movies, too, appearing in an 8mm Harrison Marks film called Tailor Made, a sex comedy called Keep It Up Jack (as Veronica Pieters), uncredited in The Girl From Starship Venus, and in at least one Color Climax loop.
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