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March 10th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
There’s a passage near the beginning of the erotic classic A Night In A Moorish Harem in which our hero, a British navy captain cast adrift off the coast of Morocco and offered sanctuary by the residents of a conveniently-placed seraglio, begins to get acquainted with his rescuers:
They were brimful of mischief and were evidently bent on making the most of the unexpected company of a young man. Inez put her hand on my sleeve. ‘How wet you are,’ said she. ‘It will not be hospitable to allow you to keep on such wet clothes.’ My clothes were perfectly dry, but the winks and smiles that the young ladies exchanged as they began to disrobe me led me cheerfully to submit while they proceeded to divest me of every article of clothing. When at length my shirt was suddenly jerked off they gave little affected screams and peeped through their fingers at my shaft; which by this time was of most towering dimensions. I had snatched a hearty kiss from one and all of them as they had gathered round to undress me. Inez now handed me a scarf which she had taken from her own fair shoulders. ‘We can none of us bear to leave you,’ she said, ‘but you can only kiss one at a time; please throw this to the lady you prefer.’
Good heavens! Then it was true, that all of these beautiful women had been accustomed to be present when one of them was embraced. ‘Ladies,’ said I, ‘you are unfair. You have stripped me, but you keep those charms concealed which you offer to my preference. I am not sure now if you have any imperfections which you wish to keep covered.’
The ladies looked at one another, blushed a little, then nodded and laughed, then began undressing. Velvet vests, skirts of lawn and silken trousers were rapidly flung to the floor. Lastly, as if at a given signal, every dainty chemise was stripped off and some of the most lovely forms that ever floated through a sculptor’s dream stood naked before me. Was I not myself dreaming, or had I in truth been suddenly transported amid the houses of the seventh heaven?
For a while I stood entranced, gazing at the charming spectacle. ‘Ladies,’ said I at last, ‘it would be immodest in me to give preference when all are so ravishingly lovely. Please keep the scarf, fair Inez, and when I have paid a tribute to your fair charms, pass it yourself to another, till all have been gratified.’ ‘Did he say all?’ cried a little brunette. ‘All indeed!’ cried the rest in chorus, bursting into laughter. ‘Every one,’ said I, ‘or I will perish in the attempt.’
Spoiler: He does not perish in the attempt.
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March 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a blog post about a TED talk that offers a quick overview of five different societies that underwent radical shifts in their attitudes about sexuality during the twentieth century. What’s striking to me is how rapid these shifts are when they happen, and how they can happen after hundreds of years of social stagnation on sexual matters:
A different kind of sex change: See how quickly a society can shift its sexual attitudes
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March 7th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
A string of pearls, a glass of red wine, a little belled-and-collared submissive with a hungry mouth and deft hands who makes you spill your red wine… really, it’s not a bad way to spend your Friday night!
Art is by rinayun.
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March 5th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Hotel manager Yasmine de Leon has a rough way with customers and employees alike. She’s unpleasant to them, and it makes them angry:
Thus it is no surprise that the day finally came when they decided to take a rough way with her:
And of course it was just what she wanted, because that’s how it works in the porn fantasyland of Hardcore Gangbang.
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March 4th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
From Greenville, North Carolina, comes this tale of a woman who ended up in possession of her former husband’s secret storage unit after a messy divorce. And when she rolled up the metal door, what to her wondering eye should appear but pallets stacked high with VHS porn tapes, thousands of them:
My husband and I recently went through a pretty rough divorce. I ended up getting a key to a storage unit he had been hiding from me for years. Well to my astonishment, I found a collection of no less than 2000 porno tapes on VHS. I went through some of the stacks and discovered Hank, my ex, was into some really kinky stuff. Some of the titles included are:
Donkey Dong and Daisy Dude
Mini Mouse Does Goofy
Ass Pirates 1 through 9
Cum Guzzlers 3 and 5
I’ve known some pretty obsessive porn collectors in my time (and we won’t talk about the boxes of old porn in my storage unit) but 2000 tapes? All I can say is “Dude…”
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March 2nd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
I’ve been vaguely aware since high school — thanks to a cassette tape played aloud on the school bus — that there were raunchy and explicit songs in the blues era that never got played on the radio. But they weren’t exactly accessible in the pre-internet era.
These days, of course, there’s YouTube. With YouTube, it became possible to write a nifty little essay like Dirty R&B, with live links:
I can’t remember the first time I heard Wynonie Harris, but I suppose it was when I was big into Lindy Hop, stepping out decked head to toe in vintage clothing during San Francisco’s ’90s swing revival. I do remember the song:
Keep on churnin’ till the butter comes
Keep on churnin’ till the butter comes
Keep on pumpin’ make the butter flow
Wipe off the paddle and churn some more
The song opens with a jump blues walking bass line from the upright bass–a bouncing horn section dancing in time right alongside it–and then a solo sax snakes down right into the lyrics. Harris’s voice is gritty and gravelly, a real blues shouter’s voice that earned him the nickname of Mr. Blues. He’s not just singing about wanting a fine brown cow – you can tell from the way he sings he’s going out and filling up his pail every night.
Harris recorded “Keep On Churnin’ (Till The Butter Comes)” on January 9, 1952, with the Todd Rhodes Orchestra. As far as double entendres go, it’s a lot less double and a lot more entendre, and the first time I heard it, it knocked my socks off.
See also: The Ins And Outs Of Dirty Records
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February 27th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Have you noticed how much pony-play gear and equipment is out there for the ambitious pony shopper? I think you would almost have to start with this Pony Head Bridle Set including head harness, ears, optional muzzle, and your choice of blinders or blindfold (both included):
The body harness, bit, and tail are each sold separately.
They say (surely they must?) that spring is an excellent time to train a pony…
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