April 3rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Apparently Ben Franklin, that prolific inventor and notorious dirty old man, came awfully damned close (at least) to inventing electrostim technology while he was experimenting with electricity. (We shouldn’t discount the possibility that he made inventions he never publicized for fear of moralistic reprisal.) But according to the Electrosex Blog, he did put on electric kissing demonstrations with a special machine for the purpose “so when their lips approach, they will be struck and shockt”:
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April 2nd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Photo is from Kinky Delight and traces back to this Vice article about Paul Raymond, the so-called king of the Soho strip club and showgirl district in London.
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March 31st, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Back in February I mentioned that I had spent some money from the Erosblog Patreon to buy a scanning copy of a bit of 1940s flagellation porn that presents itself to the world as a work of “straight” history, apparently in an attempt to confound the censors of its era. For unknown reasons, no good high-quality scans of the plates from The Whip And The Rod seem to exist anywhere on the internet, so I thought it would be good to get a cheap copy of the book and remedy that defect. Below are the first six plates from the book; the 512-pixel scans you see are linked to larger 1280-pixel versions.
Larger scans (3840×6112 pixels) are currently available, but for Patreon patrons only. Enjoy!
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March 30th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
The artwork above is from the cover of something called Gangster Story Bonnie: Alaska! and all I can say about is that I hope that little zip-gun Bonnie’s pulling up out of the snow does the job for her and takes down her rampaging grizzly bear. Not so much because I care whether Bonnie gets eaten by the bear in this pulp tale (I presume she does not) but because that little shred of fur she’s wearing that doesn’t cover her right nipple isn’t going to get her through the winter. She’s going to really need that bear hide, bye-and-bye!
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March 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Young people these days, they do things differently. For instance, if they go to an assignation that’s likely to involve a challenging dildo, they don’t think twice about taking along a dear friend to hold their butt cheeks apart and to help make sure plenty of lube gets applied where and as it might be required:
OK, so maybe that’s not exactly what’s going on here, but it seems plausible enough to me!
Photo is from this shoot at Everything Butt, which is part of the all-you-can-eat kinky porn buffet that is the Kink Unlimited product.
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March 28th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Call me a suspicious sort, but I can’t work out whether he’s actually helping, or whether he just wants to kiss it and make it better:
In case you were wondering, yes: we have seen this handsy fucker before.
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March 27th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
It was trendy for a time in the 1970s for people who campaigned against porn to draw disgust-tinged analogies between porn performers and meat — so much so that Larry Flynt famously lampooned them with the infamous 1978 meat-grinder Hustler cover. Of course anti-porn campaigners blamed pornographers for associating women and meat, but we now understand enough about psychological projection to know that when a bizarre analogy like this suddenly appears in a discourse, we should look primarily to the brain behind the lips whence it came to see who has the twisted worldview where the bizarre analogy makes sense. It is, of course, mostly the opponents of porn who view women as meat, and especially it is they they who view carnally fleshy attributes as bad things for people to have or embody or display.
It is therefore telling and interesting that I should find, in the back pages of a 1973 British music magazine about which I otherwise know virtually nothing, a parodic porn magazine cover making strong use of the porn/meat association. Admittedly in less courageous fashion than Larry Flynt, they prefigured him in the meat grinder department by no less than five years:
Found in the inside back pages of the final (November 1973) issue of OZ magazine, published in London.
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