September 19th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I was idly looking at online fetishwear when — for obvious reasons — this “dress” caught my eye:
I’ll cheerfully admit it’s sexy as hell, but I’m still trying to figure out why it’s marketed as a “Mistress Dress“. The marketing copy explains without clarifying: “The Mistress is an icon of feminine grace. This dress is made with such a woman in mind.”
I guess motive is everything, eh?
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September 18th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’m not clear on what’s happening in this card game, but the gentleman seems to think he’s winning:
From Vintage Scans.
September 17th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
A awkwardly-translated Eurocomic find from Usenet:
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September 16th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Did you ever get an old U.S. military veteran with Pacific experience talking about his experiences in Asian whorehouses? There’s a story I’ve heard more than once about something called “the basket trick.” It was supposedly expensive. The deal was, a girl sitting in a basket with a hole in it would be lowered onto a man’s dick while a couple of other girls would slowly spin the basket.
This animated .gif reminds me of that story. Only, no basket!
Link found on Bondage Blog.
September 15th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Here are some sex comic panels by Stanko Beslic:
September 14th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Holly at The Pervocracy:
I’m also a feminist because I like to fuck, and I resent everything and everyone that would make that a secret shame. I fuck not to make marriages or babies but simply to fuck, and I am sick and fucking tired of the government and beer ads and my friends and fucking Cosmopolitan telling me there’s something wrong with that.
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September 14th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I was amused to see this NYT interview in which actress Helen Mirren talks about taking her mother to a day of shooting for the movie Caligula:
No, it wasn’t in the orgy scene. But you know, when we were doing “Caligula,” it was very rare that anybody had any clothes on. My mum was just great – she’d just sit there surrounded by all these naked extras or people wearing just little wisps of something or other and just chat away with everyone. That was a great quality my mum had.
