January 22nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
And what kind of science would that be? Mad, naked science, of course!
I find myself in awe of my friend Dr. Faustus’s recent hobby, which seems to consist of the prolific commissioning of erotic art to illustrate his detailed Erotic Mad Science concepts previously rendered in text. Most recent has been five pages of art for Apsinthion II, starring Nanette the soon-to-be liquid girl:
Unfortunately in my view, the blog format does not treat serial material well, since if you navigate directly to Erotic Mad Science you’ll encounter the five page comic in reverse order. But there is a better way: if you click into the Erotic Mad Science Bespoke Art Gallery via this link you’ll be presented with thumbnails and links to the pages in a more useful chronological order.
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January 22nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know how much longer her legs are going to hold her up in that position:
From alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.anime.
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January 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’ve got a special kinky edition of the Why Rich Men Buy Boats series for you, courtesy of Kinky Delight:
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January 20th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Have you seen it?
No, gentlemen, it cannot be done without rubbing dicks.
If you’re still worrying about that, you ain’t tall enough for this ride anyway.
January 20th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Marigolds? Not what you probably think.
Stiff-standing Dildoes did they make
and put in Earthen-Pots;
With other things, a shame to speak
made by these foolish sots;
Which when they shamelessly had done,
they threw them o’re the Wall,
Their honest Neighbour to torment,
and vex her therewithall.
The marigolds? A euphemism for little female genitalia made of cloth, which would be the “other things, a shame to speak” mentioned in the poem.
It’s complicated. Fortunately, it’s all explained at the The Hairpin.
January 18th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
For a picture in which nothing less innocent than an ankle measurement is taking place, I feel like there’s an awful lot of fetish fuel and barely-repressed perversion going on here:
This is from my file of vintage postcard scans, so unless somebody can recognize that scribbled signature, I’m totally without a provenance to provide for this artwork.
January 17th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’ve seen some sophisticated and persuasive socio-psychological arguments for why feminism benefits men as well as women, but I was entertained by Figleaf’s far more pragmatic formulation, which I am ripping mercilessly from its somewhat ranty context:
I had more sex, more often back when I was an always-hungry, homeless, long-haired, unemployable, usually-needing-a-shower high-school dropout — with a Gomer Pyle hillbilly accent no less — that at any other time in my life. Back then every woman was “high-status” compared to me, but… none of them seemed to mind. Including a statewide “Junior Miss” pageant winner, a diplomat’s daughter, girls from lower, middle, and upper-class families.
You know what they almost all had in common though? (Besides bad taste in men I mean?) They all had the idea that they’d be able to live independently some day and so they generally weren’t as fretful about picking the “wrong” guy who might not turn out to be on the “right” track to support them.
Oh yeah, and since they had ambitions of independence and partnering with the men of their choice instead of the wallets of their choice, they weren’t worried so much about their “reputations” and so they tended to be a lot wilder in bed. More experimental. More up for new stuff. More willing to say what they liked, and more willing to try it again if they did.
