A 1975 porn film called In Sarah’s Eyes is said to contain an extended wedding orgy sequence that takes place entirely in the viewpoint female main character’s vivid sexual imagination, per the February 1976 issue of Flick magazine:

Sarah’s wedding day [is] a conventional ceremony. Alan is in a tux and she’s in a white wedding gown, dreaming perhaps of the wedding night to come. The wedding guests are about to congratulate the happy couple.

But somehow the wedding is not satisfying to Sarah. She imagines a different type of ceremony, because frankly, she would rather eat cock than wedding cake. Presto! The groom’s trousers are off and Sarah is vigorously giving him head while the wedding guests look on in rapt appreciation. But a little licky isn’t good enough for Sarah. A generous girl, she feels that the wedding guests should be getting some of the action. And of course, they do. Two by two — male and female — the guests pair off in the most peculiar reception line one could imagine at a wedding. Each of the male guests goes down on Sarah, while each of the females competes to deep-throat Alan. In reality, of course, the guests are fully dressed and are kissing the bride on the cheek and shaking hands with the groom. Actually, Sarah’s mental version is far more fun. To make the celebration complete, she next imagines a full-scale orgy encompassing all those little goodies one expects in a porn film: come-on-the-face shots, closeups of oral and anal penetration, cocksucking, clitlicking, et cetera.

Flick’s movie rundown didn’t offer any notably good stills of the wedding orgy, but it did have this really good shot of the cast taking a filming break during the wedding orgy scene:

I do enjoy seeing how porn was made half a century ago, when it was (for all its low-budget warts and blemishes) still real movie-making.

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Liz likes it when men say nice things to her. Why does she call this a praise kink? Allow her to explain:

As she puts it:

I don’t consider myself particularly kinky. I describe myself as vanilla with rainbow sprinkles.

I do have a praise kink, which, if you’re not familiar with it…

Basically, I like it when men say nice things to me. But I have to call it a kink to get them to do it!

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I come from an unhappy family, I think, although such things are of course relative. And I haven’t had a living parent in quite a few years, so I think it’s safe to tell this story now.

When I was done with high school and heading off to college on another coast, each of my parents individually and unbeknownst to the other saw fit to give me just one piece of advice on love and relationships. Neither piece of advice seemed immediately pertinent to a rising college freshman, but I suppose my folks weren’t certain what directions my life would take me before they saw me again.

My mother told me “Whatever you do, don’t settle down with the first woman that will have you.” I took that under due advisement; it didn’t seem like an imminent worry. (Nor, indeed, was it.)

My father told “Son, whatever you do, don’t marry a woman who is a depressive.” Rude thing to say about Mom! But not untrue or even unfair, honestly. And, again, not an imminent problem. My collegiate intentions were lustful, possibly romantic, but did not include any notion of marriage or settling down.

You can guess where this story is going. I was a sluggish boy, and my adventures in love and lust and romance during college and graduate school were what they were. Which is to say, not much to write home about. Although I did learn some shit about crushes that I should have picked up much earlier in life.

But what do you suppose I ultimately did in my very first long term adult relationship — the kind where you move into a house with a woman and buy a pet together and act in all respects as if you plan to spend the rest of your life together?

Yeah, you know it: I did both of the things my parents individually advised me not to do! And it ended precisely as badly as either one of my parents would have predicted.

(I could try to weasel out by lawyer-lipping y’all about that word “marry”; she balked at the zipping and we never quite got that far. But it wasn’t for any lack of intentionality on my part!)

Moral: Make new mistakes! There’s no need to repeat the ones your parents already regret.

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This is an interior illustration from a 1958 issue of Venus magazine. It illustrated a story about the legendary Storeyville vice district of New Orleans, said to be a hotbed of jazz music and semi-legal (regulated and tolerated) sex work for a generation after 1897:

Sadly the art is not signed, nor was the artist credited.

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A woman on social media posted that this was the sexiest threat she’d ever heard:

“It’s a shame your eye makeup looks so good today!”

Welp…

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What should Nomi and her handsome friend do on this beautiful day? Perhaps some primal shenanigans!

Just watch out for cacti and thorny bushes…

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The pulpy adventure magazines of the mid-20th century made many a meaty meal and sold a whole lot of magazines by mixing travelers’ tales (highly unreliable fanciful narratives of faraway lands that no sensible person would credit) with a sort of Pacific-focused oceanic Orientalism that mythologized Pacific Island nudity and sexual generosity. This illustration comes from one such article titled Girls Of The Marquesas:

It is from the September 1960 issue of Rage magazine.

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