March 11th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
The surroundings are opulent to the point of excess. (Have you ever lain upon a bear rug? It feels very nice indeed, but rather hard to clean.) Her cheerful smile as she counts that generous handful of gold coins only reinforces the impression of opulence:
The artist is Louis Icart, and this is apparently one of many etchings from the book Le Sopha.
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March 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
So Charlie and his two cousins were dining with “three jolly sisters” in 1883 London, who were “as pretty and lovely little milliners as you ever saw or will see again.” Or so went the tale in The Boudoir: A Magazine of Scandal, Facetiae, &c.. It started as a friendly dinner party, but as soon as the gas light was turned out things got even friendlier:
Something in her deep blue eyes and look so fired his feelings that taking her unresisting hand under the table he placed it on his thigh, just over the most sensitive member of the male organisation, and was at once rewarded by the gentle pressures of her fingers, which assured him she quite understood the delicate attention. The others were too absorbed in some similar manipulation to notice Charlie and Rosa, as he adroitly unfastened about three buttons of his trousers, and directing her hand to the place, and presently felt she had quite grasped the naked truth, which fluttered under the delicious fingering in such a way that very few motions of her delicate hand brought on such an ecstatic flood of bliss as quite to astonish Miss Rosa, and necessitate the sly application of a mouchoir to her slimy fingers, as at the same time she crimsoned to the roots of her hair, and looked quite confused, whilst he could feel that a perceptible tremor shot through her whole frame.
Fortunately just at that moment Bessie turned off the gas, and instinctively the lips of Charlie and Rosa met in a long impassioned kiss. Tongue to tongue they revelled in a blissful osculation. He could hear a slight shuffling, and one or two deep-drawn sighs, as if the ladies felt rather agitated. There was a convenient sofa in a recess just behind Charlie’s chair, and Rosa seemed to understand him so well that he effected a strategic movement to the more commodious seat under cover of the darkness…
Google tells me that “mouchoir” is a loan-word from the French, and means “handkerchief”.
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March 8th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a visual guide to losing at strip poker — with style! She’s still got her shoes, her watch, and her hair ribbon; after those go, she’ll have to start paying in forfeits.
She may be losing the poker game, but I think she’s winning at the game she’s actually playing.
From Issue #30 of Spree: The Big Magazine For The Virile Man (1962).
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March 7th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
I never saw so much dry humping in a movie before:
I owe a debt to Frank from OMG Blog for tipping me off about this. The scary part? He emailed me about it in 2007 (!) and I just now got my inbox cleaned out enough to find it in the “should blog this” subfolder where I’d stuffed the mail.
March 6th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
19th-century bondage art, via Bondage Blog:
It’s called Las hijas del Cid and the artist is Ignacio Pinazo Camarlech.
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March 5th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
March 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This comes from “The Slingshot Channel” and it features a gentleman who has made a formidable double-barreled rubber-band gun for launching inexpensive drugstore-style vibrating dildos at 167 feet-per-second. He calls the ammunition a “Damage Inflicting Longitudinal Destruction Object” and the gun “The Launcher Of Love”:
The video starts off with “While on the eternal hunt for new things that we can fire from a slingshot, I came across a missile that looks very very interesting…”
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