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April 5th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
It’s been, I suppose, at least twenty years since the last time I heard someone say “and then you’re in like Flynn!” It’s positive enthusiastic triumphant slang, or used to be; somewhat akin to the British/Cockney “…and Bob’s your uncle!” It means, or it used to mean, that you were successful, you were across the finish line, that you had got it made. By the time I first heard it as a teenage boy, it had lost much of its sexual connotations, and you could say it in front of church ladies or your mother. But in its origins, it was explicitly sexual, referencing legendary film actor Errol Flynn’s reputation as a seducer, cocksman, and accused rapist. (Various learned linguists cited by the notorious killjoys of Wikipedia are said to consider this a folk etymology, but I put a bit more faith in The Straight Dope, which seems to support it.)
That’s only one of the things that makes this bawdy limerick from the December 1967 Rogue magazine a bit obscure:
In the interest of furthering sin
One squiffles a dolly with gin.
When squiffled, all vice
Looks alluring and nice
And the next thing, you’re in like E. Flynn!
Well, now, where’s my 20th-Century Dictionary Of American Vice?
I have never heard the word “squiffled” but it seems clear enough in context: pleasantly drunk, tiddly, amenable to suggestion, incapable of meaningful consent. Sadly I don’t actually possess any comprehensive dictionary of vice, and no online dictionary whatsoever that I can find will admit to having heard of the word “squiffled” either. But the context is clear, as is this uncharitable review of Hunter S. Thompson that describes him as “illegally squiffled at every inconvenient moment.” That’s a good enough citation for me!
Squiffles, then, would be the parallel verb form, although its appearances in the search engines are fewer-to-none in comparison to the half-dozen instances of “squiffled” (as drunk) that I could find.
The chair will now entertain motions to the effect that this has been more textual analysis than can be justified by the merit of the material…
Update: Although neither “to squiffle” (verb) or “squiffled” (adjective) is listed, the rather marvelous Dictionary of contemporary slang: with more than 5,000 racy and raffish colloquial expressions–from America, Great Britain, Australia, the Caribbean, and other English-speaking places lists the clearly-related words “squiffy” (lighthearted adjective meaning drunk or inebriated) and “squiff” (noun, meaning a drunkard). The noun form is listed as Australian in origin, and see one comment below, similar.
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April 4th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
The last time I briefly looked into the Japanese phenomenon of onnazumo (female sumo fighters), I was able to determine that they have what I summarized as “a sort of underground and somewhat scandalous tradition, sometimes even performing as brothel spectacle.” What I did not learn from researching that post was that these topless sumo wrestling ladies apparently used to fight dirty, particularly in the matter of tit grabbing and breast squeezing:
From the September 1971 issue of Kitan Club.
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April 3rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
They say it’s not so easy, even with the internet on your side, to find a dominatrix when you need one. Oh, sure, there are sites for dominatrix dating, and that definitely helps. My first answer to any “How do I find…” question of romance or lust in 2019 is always “turn to the internet!” and the more specialized the question, the more emphatic I am about giving that same answer.
Internet dating and female dominance, though, are a pair of concepts that are fraught with potential pitfalls and confusion. There are no facile solutions, no silver bullets, no easy answers. The seeker must merely educate himself and forge onward in optimism, with honesty and empathy and realism.
A truth: “Dominatrix” is a word most often used by dominant women who are dominant as a paid professional service. But it’s by no means a 100% thing. People seeking non-commercial romantic relationships, or quick kinky sex hookups, can and do use the word too.
A truth: No online dating site in the USA can legally hook you up with a commercial dominatrix. But by the same token, no dating site can 100% screen them out, because how would they? So you may not know at first, when you make an online contact, if it’s social or commercial. Be clear about what you’re looking for. But don’t be rude about what you don’t want!
When it comes to finding dominant women online, I’ve heard rumors — and seen some unpleasant evidence — of a phenomenon that seems to occupy the space halfway between a scam and a highly-specialized fetish. I’m referring to the so-called “findom” or “financial domination” hustle. Now, I’ll never say a word against honest hardworking fee-for-service in-person dominatrixes. But the online-only findom types don’t seem entirely like upright citizens to me. From what I can tell, sometimes the extraction of money from their “clients” is the only domination service they provide. I’d say at least: be sure of your fetish before you get mixed up with them. Be sure that giving away scads of money (for, basically, nothing) is going to make you feel happy. Then, sure, you do you!
The cartoon above applies to any new kinky dating situation, really. Don’t let yourself get pressured into fulfilling somebody else’s complicated fantasy before you’re sure that you’re also into it. There’s plenty of time to go slow. Try jumping through the hoop a few times before you agree to let her set it on fire. There’s no need to wear the tiger suit on the first date. You get the idea.
And this cartoon? It flips the lesson back onto you. If you find somebody willing to play out your wild fantasies with you, maybe don’t push her too far or too fast. She might lose interest before she’s even done unpacking your toybox!
Now, get out there and have fun…
April 2nd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
If I am any judge of things, Adam has enjoyed his bite of the apple and is looking forward to putting theory into practice. But Eve is not all that keen:
Artwork is from the cover of Il Montatore #8.
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April 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Diane and Karen are young wives, best friends and recently married, who find themselves often lonely and unsatisfied when their husbands travel on business. Married life does not agree with them! So they resolve to go to a bar and pick up some random men for a little lighthearted fun. They are the stars of The Suck Wives by David Brown (Greenleaf 1975):
Twenty minutes later they drove into the parking lot of a small roadside motel. Wade got out of the car and headed quickly for the lobby. He was gone no more than a few seconds before Diane hopped into the back seat with Ed and Karen. “It’s been too long,” she said, unbuttoning his fly and groping for his cock. “I’m horny again!”
“You broads are fuckin’ crazy!” groaned Ed, gasping and stirring in the seat. “You bitches are gonna pull the fuckin’ thing out by the roots!”
The girls didn’t reply. They were too busy kneeling in the seat and moving their faces toward Ed’s swollen cock. Suddenly he cried out, shivering. Diane and Karen greedily went for his bulging dong, their tongues lashing out. While two pairs of eager hands were groping for his balls, their mouths enveloped him, their wet lips saturating his prick with kisses. His jism fought to erupt.
Wade returned to the car. “What the fuck are ya doin’, for Chrissakes?” he snarled, gaping at them.
Ed was beaming from ear to ear. “What the fuck d’ya think, old buddy?”
“C’mon! Get outa there! We gotta room.”
Ed tried to get up, but the girls kept him pinned down. Finally, he shrugged in defeat and shook his head sadly at Wade. “Sorry,” he said, laughing shortly. “I guess I got too much for these twats to pass up!”
Wade wrenched open the door and pulled Karen away from Ed’s cock. “There’s just as much right here, baby,” he said harshly, pointing to his throbbing prick. “Let’s go inside, for Chrissakes!”
Ed pulled up his pants and the three of them got out of the car.
Inside was a big room with two king-size beds. The girls could hardly wait to remove their clothing. As soon as Ed had closed the door, they pulled off their tops and shrugged out of their tight pants. Their gleaming naked bodies lit up the room.
“Jesus H. Christ!” exclaimed Ed in awe. “They’re fuckin’ beautiful!”
“C’mon, big boy!” urged Diane, approaching Ed and pinning him against the door. “Show me what I’m gettin’!” Then she went into action, unbuttoning his fly, pulling down his trousers, and taking his entire cock into her mouth. She got on her knees, took his balls in her hands, and began to suck his prick hungrily.
“I want it in the ass!” squealed Karen while Wade was undressing. “I want the fuckin’ thing in my ass!” Without another word she jumped on the bed, got on her hands and knees, spread her thighs, and waited for him to stick his cock in. Already she was panting. The hot cunt juice was dripping down her thighs.
Wade knelt behind her, reached between them, and thrust his thumb up her dripping cunt.
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March 31st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
At first glance, you might be forgiven for thinking this is the lesbian mixer at the nudist camp. But second glances are rewarded. Are all these naked women wearing matching bracelets at their wrists and anklets? And neck chokers, too? That seems to make it a very kinky dance party indeed, even if it’s hard to imagine the precise circumstances that would explain the minimalist costumery:
Art is from the vintage Japanese fetish magazine Kitan Club.
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March 29th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Vampires, as all know, are cursed. But the depth of their cursedness is not always apparent upon casual consideration. Imagine for a moment that you were already damned, and thus beyond all moral and ethical considerations. Further imagine that you had the power and ability to fly over castle parapets and carry off maids of surpassing lusciousness like this blonde babe here. But all you want to suck is their blood? Getting no particular fun from your vampire abduction superpower? Yeah, you’re cursed all right!
The art is by Leone Frollo, from the cover of Jolly #5.
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