May 31st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Undressing For Her Voyeur Landlord
This salacious bit of “Peeping Tom” artwork comes to us from the cover of the 1966 pulp novel Lust Versus Sanity, by Jimmy Ringo:
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May 29th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Flashing At The Festival
Apparently tit-flashing contests are, or used to be, a thing at Australian music festivals:
From the March 29, 2009 issue of Sunday Sport, via Kinky Delight.
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May 24th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Hot Bondage Summer
Of all the public holidays that might serve as an excuse for a 50%-off porn sale, I’ll admit that Memorial Day always strikes me as the least appropriate. However, no matter the solemn notion behind any holiday, an extra day off to rest and relax is an opportunity for some quality screen time in your happy place. And anyway, this is America — any excuse for a sale!
Moving on: you’ve heard of Hot Girl Summer. But every year, it has a slightly different flavor. Last year it was goth chicks in sundresses. This year? Why not submissives in rope and leather and sunshine?
It could totally be a thing. Stay cool out there!
Photos are from Captured In The Woods: Two Blondes. The models are Penny Pax and Anikka Albrite.
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May 23rd, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Frugal Wives Swallow
A protein shake at Starbucks costs six or seven dollars, I’m told. A frugal woman has cost-saving options!
By Country Mom. Transcript:
So I just found out that his special juice has more than 30 grams of protein. Like, more than a protein shake. And I went to the gym earlier today and I haven’t had my protein shake and I was just about to go inside and make one. But now I don’t have to waste the protein. I’ve got endless supply! How good! This is like my favourite hack. I’m gonna save so much money…
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May 21st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Grumpy Sticky MILF
This photo from the vintage porn magazine Pleasure made me laugh. Our accomplished fellatrix is a grown-up lady who has doubtless gotten cum all over her face and tits on more than one prior occasion. I can’t readily parse the stern expression on her face. Is she mad that he dirtied her up, less than thrilled that he’s presenting his cock for a second round without offering her a warm towel first, or simply trying to decide whether, based on her assessment of his wallet thickness and personal charisma, she wants to open her lips again and give him what he’s demanding?
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May 19th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Food And Sex, Sugar And Vaginas
I am emphatically not an expert on vaginal sexual health. But I am somewhat well-read, and I’ve been sex blogging for a couple of minutes now. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that the common sexual practice of putting sweet food on one’s partner and then licking/eating it off again has certain associated risks. Sugar feeds yeast, and in some pussies, that leads to problems. I lack the plumbing to know precisely how bad that can get, but any man who’s ever had jock itch ought to have at least one foot firmly on the path of empathy here.
Mind you, sexual risk doesn’t often stop people. People take sexual risks all the time. We’ve all of us had time to grow up, mature, and move on from “safe sex” to “risk aware sexual practice”. People are still out there merrily spreading and licking, risk bedamned. Jawbreakers, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, honey, lollypops, candy canes, whipped cream, pudding. If it’ll “melt in your mouth” it’ll melt somewhere else warm and wet, I promise. People are very creative with their sticky food sex.
At some point in the development of our collective consciousness around the risks of putting sugar inside of pussies, there arose a brigade of people on the internet, mostly women, who took it upon themselves to spread the “don’t put food in vaginas” gospel. And they were utterly deaf to context. If they saw an account or an image of food within six inches of a vaginal opening, they would appear in the comments to demand “Don’t do this! Never get sweet stuff near a hoo-haw! You’ll get a yeast infection!” Fact or fiction or fantasy, it didn’t matter, there they were. Already a disclaimer on the post? It didn’t matter. Risk information included? Didn’t matter. “Don’t do this!” Dogmatism in the guise of sex education. Making other people’s risk decisions for them, and shouting about it. “Just don’t do this!”
What I don’t know is whether the dogmatic sugar-free pussy brigades were a temporary and transitory phenomenon that rose up and subsequently ebbed as the overall state of sexual health knowledge improved, or whether they are still out there, waiting for chances to shout at people whose profile of acceptable sexual risk doesn’t match their own. Perhaps we’ll find out, because whether they like it or not, I’m gonna share this fantasy/fictional account of two people having a lot of fun with a decadent chocolate dessert:
Ross grabbed their plates and took them to the sink, returning a moment later with dessert. A perfect dome of chocolate with a glistening glaze, it was topped with a sliver of gold leaf. It was a work of art.
“Chocolate and cherry entremet,” Ross announced, his voice husky, as he put a plate down in front of her.
Instead of taking his seat as she expected him to, he leaned against the table and stared down at her. Color flooded to her cheeks as his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. Trying to ignore the passion in his gaze, she took a spoonful of the rich chocolate mousse cake. It was layered with a sweet kirsch jelly and a tart cherry compote. The flavor was so intense, she practically orgasmed on the spot. She peeked up at Ross who was still watching her intently, a wry grin on his lips.
“Aren’t you going to try some?” she asked.
“Aye, but not like that.”
Before she could ask what he meant, Ross pulled her up out of her seat. His hands slid down her sides so he could grasp the hem of her dress and lift it up over her head. As he’d provided her with no underwear, she was left completely naked. She’d been exposed to him before, but this time she felt self-conscious somehow. She moved her hands to cover herself, but Ross stopped her.
“Never hide yourself from me.”
His commanding tone sparked a new level of arousal in her. She felt the wetness pool between her legs. She gasped as Ross lifted her and deposited her on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
“Lie back.” His order could never be mistaken for a request, so she did as she was told. “Arms over your head and keep them there.”
She raised her arms above her and rested them flat on the table. The position forced her breasts up. Ross blew out a breath.
“You’re beautiful.”
Blushing deeply, she shook her head in denial.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“But I do mean it,” he insisted. “You’re perfect for me.”
She’d never been comfortable with her too-skinny body but as Ross looked down at her with blatant appreciation she felt like a goddess.
“You are not to move,” Ross told her, “understand?”
“Yes, Ross.”
He swatted her thigh, hard, and she yelped in surprise.
“Not what I want to hear, sweetheart.”
He exuded a desire to dominate. Lisa could see it in his face, hear it in his voice. This was a man used to women obeying his every command. She could play along with that. A little show of submission was bound to reap rewards.
“Yes, sir,” she said, biting her bottom lip in a coy gesture that felt entirely alien.
“Good girl.” Ross seemed happy enough with her effort to please him. “Now, let’s have dessert, shall we?”
Ross loved the way Lisa’s body quivered in anticipation as she waited for him to make his move. He was in no hurry. Seeing her laid out like this, offering herself to him made his cock painfully hard, but he intended to take his time and enjoy every inch of her delectable body. She was stunning with those deep brown eyes and long, dark hair. He doubted she knew how wild she could drive a man with those perfect pouting red lips. She didn’t carry herself like a woman confident in her appearance and he wished he could throttle whoever first made her doubt her beauty.
Looking the very picture of innocence, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and blinked up at him. It was an awkward attempt at coyness. She was playing a part, giving him what she thought he wanted rather than genuinely submitting. He didn’t care.
He dipped his fingers into the chocolate dessert and licked them clean. The expression of sheer bliss on Lisa’s face when she tried it made sense to him now. He wasn’t much for sweet treats, but this was heaven on a plate.
“Nice,” he remarked, understating the pleasure he’d derived from the chocolate, “but it could be better.”
Holding Lisa’s gaze, Ross spread her legs wide and pushed back so she bent them at her knees. He placed her heels flat on the table and shot her a warning look to keep them there. She gave a slight nod to confirm she would obey.
A grin formed on his lips as his gaze drifted to her glistening pink pussy. Taking a handful of the chocolate mousse, he slathered it over her succulent flesh, enjoying the way her mouth fell open in surprise. He watched her as she got used to the feeling of the chilled dessert on her warm flesh and then bent his head for a taste. Lisa shuddered beneath him as he swiped his tongue along her feminine slit. The heady mix of rich chocolate and the sweet nectar that had pooled between her legs was intoxicating.
As he reached over to scoop up more of the chocolate dessert, Ross swirled his tongue around her swollen clitoris and was rewarded with a high-pitched moan. He almost came in his pants. What was it about this woman that tested the limits of his control?
He wrapped his lips around the throbbing bud between her legs and sucked lightly. Lisa wriggled her hips and he put a hand on her abdomen to hold her still. She whimpered, needing more. She wanted him rougher than this, but he didn’t care. For once in his life, he was going to be gentle. She needed to see this side of him.
As his tongue slipped inside Lisa’s quivering body he slid his hand up to smear chocolate over her taut nipples. He cupped her breast and caressed the soft skin that covered it. Watching her closely, he reveled in the way her face contorted with pleasure.
“Oh, my god, Ross!”
She sounded almost in awe of him. He caressed her breast with his thumb and lapped at her hot, wet pussy with increasingly firm strokes. Her legs shook and her bottom lifted up off the table but still he held himself back. Her heavy breathing told him she was close. Wanting to keep her on edge, he pulled back. Lisa whined in frustration.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “When you come, it’ll be on my cock.”
Bending over her trembling body, he slowly licked the chocolate from her nipples. He ran his tongue around one rosy tip and then the other, teasing her with the lightness of his touch. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him in obvious desperation. She was greedy, demanding to feel his mouth, his hands on her. Ross’s cock throbbed in response to her eagerness.
Watching her carefully, he drew back and unfastened his pants to free his raging erection. Lisa was breathing hard now. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes clouded with desire.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it.”
This kinky dessert seduction is from a series about dominant werewolves and women who (eventually) love them. Specifically, it’s from Marked By the Wolf, by Sassa Daniels.
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May 17th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Abducting Five Women
The pulpy men’s magazines of the 1950s and 1960s were full of lurid nonsense; it is perhaps the entirety of their charm. No more stellar example exists than the December 1960 issue of True Adventures, which included this dramatic illustration with a story entitled I Saw The Slave Girl Market:
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