November 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The idea of putting spring-loaded clothes pins on somebody’s nipples is such a basic trope of BDSM that it’s usually encountered as an afterthought, a painful detail that’s barely noticed because of what’s going on with the riding crop or the hot wax or the complicated business with the cables and the pulley and the donkey. But if you’ve ever actually done this (or had it done to you, or done it to yourself) you’ll be aware that it’s quite worthy of a person’s full attention, all by itself:
(Click that image for a much larger version with a bonus third panel showing her facial reaction once the pins spring closed.)
Panels are from a comic called Celine Die Sklaven (Celine The Slave) by Jacobsen.
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November 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m not old enough to remember, but my parents used to speak of an era when Nylon was a new miracle fabric. That was before the space age (speaking literally); U.S. soldiers in Europe were swapping nylons for sex in the same war that saw Von Braun chucking the first serious ballistic missiles across the English Channel. Presumably this sex-shop gag-gift box of crotchless Nylon panties dates from a couple of decades later:
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November 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m often fascinated by the ways images are altered as they get put to various different uses. So I was delighted when reader Lena commented on this topless Somali motorcyclist advertising card by posting a link to a version of the photograph that was the source material for it. That link, plus a bit of image searching for larger versions, gives us this:
November 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This could be used as an object lesson in the importance of precision and clarity in sexual negotiation:
He begged her for a threesome. She agreed, and promised to ask among her friends to get it set it up…
November 5th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
When I first saw the Colt Anal Douche, my thought was “I can think of all kinds of ways to use that in a manner not perfectly consistent with its labeling.”
And sure enough, I wasn’t the only one! This pretty girl at Bizarre Video has an idea or two, for instance:
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November 4th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I just don’t understand how acoustic folk music ended up with such a bad rap by the early 1970s. I just don’t:
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November 3rd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
It’s an advertising card from Moto Bianchi, supposedly a scene from Somalia.
