August 24th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
The Nude On The Trampoline
I have been a fan of girls on trampolines since way back. But this would be a better photo if the dame would stop lounging and get bouncing!
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August 23rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Vanessa Del Rio, Seducer
This photo shows the legendary Vanessa Del Rio in the unlikely scenario of, apparently, having to work at a seduction:
It comes from the 1981 German porn film Die Nacht der wilden Ladies, aka “The Dancer.”
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August 22nd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Ganging Up On The New Girl
Lurid “women in prison” covers never get old:
This artwork is from the cover of Caged Women: Lesbian Sex Behind Bars.
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August 21st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
A Terrific View
“The view up here is really terrific, Mr. Jones!” Why, yes. Yes, it most certainly is:
Artist not known for this vintage risque comic postcard.
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August 20th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
The Gamer Girls Are Busy
Young men who lament that your ladies won’t date you: did you never consider that they might just be busy? Why go out on a Friday night when you have options like this?
Artist is Typo.
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August 19th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
City Girl Seduction Of A Yokel Fuck Buddy
The so-called “Tijuana Bibles” that had their pornographic heyday in the 1930s mostly featured parody versions of comic strip characters from comic strips that are long forgotten today. Fortunately, the action in these dirty little books is timeless, featuring delightfully rude filth that we have no trouble recognizing. The character “Boots” in this one was a bit of a flapper in Boots and Her Buddies, the presumably staid and boring 1924 newspaper strip by Edgar Martin. When we meet Boots’s pornographic alter ego, she’s picking up a small town yokel and offering to show him a good time:
He’s totally game: “Hot darn it, let’s go!” I guess street corners outside the local train station were the fuck pal hookup hot spots of their day. Where else was a bored and horny flapper chick looking for a good time supposed to go?
Whatever he thought or hoped was going to happen once he got back to his new flapper friend’s place, her direct dialog and especially her hand down the front of his pants quickly dispels all ambiguity. But yokel or not, he’s still a little bit worried that the lady might have an “old gent” who could walk in and disapprove of their sport:
Our man doesn’t need to be told twice. But even while laying some creditable pipe, he’s not so much the yokel that he doesn’t wonder: why him, exactly?
Some things don’t change across most of 100 years, and the ability of the average male ego to swallow implausibly large lumps of flattery is one of those immutables. She calls him “Daddy” and “a great big handsome brute” and sure, of course, it all makes sense!
The thing about these 8-pagers is that they were pornographic comics. And the “country bumpkin” yokel used to be a highly comic figure among city folk. Much of the comedy in this short book is wondering when the yokel will finally realize that his friendly city-girl fuckbuddy has a mercenary motive, which every worldly person would have understood from the stereotypical offer of a “real good time” in the first panel. His impenetrable lack of comprehension does not even give way when she matter-of-factly calls him a john. Perhaps that’s not a word they use in Oshkosh?
Finally she gets around to the the straightforward ask. Sometimes with the slow ones you have to be direct. “How about fifty dollars?”
And the joke slides home! “Gosh, no! Don’t give me money!” Nobody could be this stupid… or could they?
I’m not sure whether the entire joke is about the stupid yokel who never understood that he was with a sex worker, or whether there’s a less pleasant undertone. Is there a layer where we are supposed to wonder if the “yokel” was playing dumb the whole time, to take advantage of Boots and her “payment after services” business model?
August 17th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
A Good Manipulator Job
I guess we can’t really call it a hand job when she’s got no hands and is using a prosthetic manipulator. But whatever you want to call the job, with a little help from lips and tongue she’s definitely getting it done:
The artwork was not credited in Invalide Sex, the odd little 1972 Danish medical-fetish porn magazine where I found this.
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