August 10th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Dark Angel Makes Snow Angel
“Honey, you won’t believe what’s going on in the back yard…”
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August 8th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
The Pleasures Of Parking
Young love and sex in the back seat of a big car: some pleasures never get old, even if big cars get harder and harder to find.
I do wonder, though, whether the artist intended the social commentary I see in this scene. He’s lost in the moment, but she’s clearly in a state of hypervigilance about who might be approaching the car or witnessing their stolen moments of youthful lust. It’s the dreaded old double standard in action; social consequences for women seen as too sexual, consequences that the fellow doesn’t remotely have to worry about.
The artwork is by Slippy, who has a Patreon.
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August 6th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Ginger’s Oral Workout
Deep throat is an athletic enterprise — don’t let anybody tell you different! To reach peak performance, the most successful competitors work out and practice vigorously. This enthusiastic oral athlete is Ginger O’Neil, who was a cams performer of some minor celebrity five or ten years ago:
Here’s a smaller but visually sharper version of the animation.
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August 4th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
His Cum Has A Flavor
Boroka Bolls seems initially quite enthusiastic about getting a taste of this gentleman’s jizz:
But once she’s had it, she looks like she kinda wishes she hadn’t gotten it:
Photos appeared, I think, in one of the many Euro-porn publications under the Private brand.
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August 2nd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Topless Surveillance In Saigon
This artwork illustrates the story Inevitable Man by Michel Villon, as appearing in the November 1935 issue of La Paree, a surprisingly spicy journal for men. The topless ladies are not, at it might appear at first glance, catfighting; instead they are hanging out in a hot room in Saigon, drinking liquor and helping one of their number pack her luggage for a new adventure.
Here’s the bit from the story that we see depicted in the artwork:
It was too hot for even the thinnest of clothes, and the three girls lolled about on the wicker furniture clad in only their underwear. Paulette was eighteen, and as yet untouched by the ravages of the sun and heat. Her hair was the color of spun gold, and it hung almost to her waist. In spite of the heat which filled the large, comfortable room, she was never for a moment still. Several shabby suitcases lay open, on the matting on the floor, and it was the packing of these which kept her moving.
Fanning herself languidly with a palm-leaf fan, Yvonne said, “I suppose the future wife of Captain Jacques Renaile will soon forget the two girls with whom she lived in Saigon, nein?”
Paulette straightened. “Jamais!” she said intensely. “How can you say such a thing, Yvonne? After all you’ve done for me? Taking me in when I had no one else to go to. Looking after me. Helping me to find work.” Tears formed in her lovely eyes. “I don’t see how you could think of such a thing,” she finished.
Marie patted her bare shoulder. “Yvonne was only teasing you, ma cherie,” she said soothingly. “We know you won’t forget.”
…
Marie returned to her position behind the drawn Venitian blind. Suddenly, she stiffened.
“Yvonne!” she said excitedly. “Come here! Quickly!” Yvonne and Paulette joined her. Together, they peered through the chinks in the blind.
Standing on the pavement, outside a large office building across the street, was a man. He was tall, broad shouldered, bronzed and dressed in white duck. He was fanning himself with a pith helmet. He was extremely handsome. Yvonne was the first to break the silence. She said,
“So he’s back again! Sacre!”
“Nom de Dieu! Roger Blake,” the unfamiliar words sounded strange on her tongue. “And I swore I’d kill him the next time I saw him.”
“I did, too.”
“Who is he?” demanded Paulette, excitedly.
“He is a man,” replied Yvonne. “An American. He is the French representative of some big American concern, and he travels for them. He has made fools of half the women in Saigon. I felt like the lowest cocotte after he was through with me.”
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July 31st, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Same Dick Forever
It is the custom, I know, for groomsmen or bridesmaids to “decorate” the getaway vehicle the newlyweds will drive away in. Sometimes these pranks are brutally reductive about the institution of marriage:
Custom or not, I believe there’s merit in a couple choosing to secure their transportation against this sort of levity. It would not be excessive to park in some hidden place a few miles away and then surprise everyone by driving off in a Uber.
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July 29th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
“Howl For Me, Baby!”
Is there somebody in your life who needs fluffy ears and a long fuzzy tail? Supposedly these are the Grey Wolf Tail Anal Plug And Ears set, but the verisimilitude level is not 100% dialed into wolves at the expense of other large fuzzy canines. You could manage a very passible husky sled-dog with this gear. Don’t forget a leash if you need one!
Somebody had fun writing the sales copy:
You will both be howling in pleasure when you get wild with these exciting accessories. Transform into a sexy beast for your partner with this flirtatious set of ears and a tail plug. The ultra soft and fluffy faux fur is so irresistible that your lover will not be able to keep their hands off of you. The tapered plug is smooth and narrow for an easy and comfortable insertion. The adorable headband with matching ears will complete your ensemble. Stalk your prey or crawl around like the perfect pet when you turn into a gorgeous grey wolf!
Also do not worry: if the woofie-gear is out of stock when you visit, there are plenty more kinds of furry-tailed anal plugs you could get instead.
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