September 26th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
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September 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The Skins Versus The Swingers
When the modern rebels start to invade the haunts of the old-fashioned rebels who have gotten staid and conservative, it gets ugly:
Nudists fight for bare essentials as swingers invade holiday colony
By John Lichfield in Paris
Thursday, 23 September 2010To make a French nudist blush might appear to be a mission impossible. Not at Cap d’Agde, on the Languedoc coast, home to “naked city”, Europe’s largest nudist holiday colony.
A long-simmering war between two tribes of the unclothed — “traditional” nudists and so-called “libertines” or exponents of free sex — exploded into a public protest at the town’s council meeting this week.
Old-fashioned naturists have been complaining for years that Cap d’Agde’s once-sedate nudist quarter has been disfigured by an influx of partner-swapping clubs and raunchy hotels. A flurry of arson attacks on sex clubs two years ago was blamed on low-level terrorism by nudist fundamentalists.
At this week’s Cap d’Agde council meeting, the protests took a more peaceful form. Old-fashioned nudists complained that they, and their children, were being confronted with “voyeurist” and “exhibitionist” behaviour, including sexual acts in public. Worse, they suggested, the “deviant” newcomers sometimes walked about in their clothes and mocked the “real” nudists.
Florence Denestebe, an independent local councillor, said: “When the sun shines, there is an area of Cap d’Agde which turns into the European capital of free sex.”
She asked the town’s mayor, and MP, Gilles d’Ettore, to intervene before Cap d’Agde’s “oversexed” image caused an “explosion of libertine behaviour in non-nudist areas” of the town.
About 30 traditional nudists (fully dressed) applauded her words from the public gallery. One said: “We bought a flat here 34 years ago because we wanted to live naked, to live with the sun. We wanted a natural life. Now, we are surrounded by wild animals.”
Another protester said: “There are often more people walking around dressed than undressed… If you are just an ordinary nudist, they stare at you as if you were something bizarre.”
The “Village Naturiste” at Cap d’Agde, established 40 years ago, attracts up to 40,000 tourists at one time. Sometimes called “Naked City”, it has its own two kilometre-long beach, port and marina, fenced off from the rest of the town. The village has nudist camp sites, apartments, a hotel, shops, restaurants, bars, hairdressers and even a nudist post office and bank.
In the last decade, the village has been colonised by sex clubs and partner-swapping apartment complexes with names like Les Jardins d’Eden or Les Jardins du Babylon.
Deirdre Morrissey, a journalist who visited the resort for the Irish Independent last year, said rules had been relaxed to allow an invasion by the “libertine movement” for “commercial purposes”. “Libertines believe in pure hedonism, including exhibitionism, as we discovered when we sampled the nightlife,” she wrote.
“Over our après-dinner cappuccino, we were a little surprised to see a buffed-up guy dressed in a police uniform mincing around the seating area of the restaurant bothering the patrons. [He ended by] thrusting his naked bits at a pair of female diners, like some sort of bizarre, hedonistic digestif.”
September 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Cute Submissive Male Ass
Yup, you are reading the title right: I said “man ass”. And not just any old hairy ugly man ass, either; this is cute submissive male man ass, firm tight bubble butt, bent over, cheeks apart, hair removed, exposed and displayed and ready for anything.
Or, as he is described elsewhere: “a boy who needs to be paddled and fucked in the worst way.”
So, don’t click if you can’t handle seeing that sort of thing. Objectification: it’s not just for the ladies you know!
September 24th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Erotic Shaving
In which The Twisted Monk has more fun with a straight razor than should be entirely legal:
Making small circles with my shaving brush, a small moan escapes her lips as I follow the whisper thin trail of hair on her taught tummy and work my way down. Where the thick lather of my shaving soap ends and the desire begins is lost as I carefully spread her skin flt and begin with my blade.
In this moment, my focus is complete, inches from her sex, one hand resting on her body while the other holds my blade like a concert violinist would hold his bow. Fingers firm, locked on the handle less it slips from the steamy damp, consciously relaxing the rest of my arm so that my movements are fluid, prceise and free of any nervous energy. Here, shining blade mere millimeters from her clit, a nervous twitch or a moment’s hesitation could spell disaster. Here I am so close to her body, here all mystery is stripped away as I pull apart her folds in order to gently take those few wisps of hair from inside her.
Stroke by stroke the thick sweet smelling curls are replaced with pale, sensitive skin. She gasps as I run my sticky fingertips along the now bare crest of her pelvis to inspect my work.
“Almost done,” I tell her, “turn over please.”
“Why?” she asks nervously then eyes growing wide with fear as she realizes what is next.
“Just one small bit left.”
Knees tucked under her body, she bends and offers herself up to me once again. This time it is her ass, soft and round that is exposed to me. Once again, I have to smile and do a little dance of evil glee at the sheer beauty of the site.
Folks, it has been often observed, of late, that blogging in general and sex blogging in particular are going somewhat stale and moribund. And I could tick off a long list of arguments in support of those propositions. But they are not dead, and little gems like this — a few paragraphs of delicious descriptive prose that probably wouldn’t have ever surfaced but for the bloggy media — continue to make it all worthwhile for me.
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September 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I said: “NONE SHALL PASS…”
“All right boys, here’s how we’re going to take this fucking kremlin. Natasha, take off everything but your boots. Yes, everything. Yeah, I know it’s fucking cold. Just shut up and do it. Now here’s what we do. Natasha, you’re going to go up to that guard and distract the fuck out of him, give him some sob story about bandits. Doesn’t really matter, he’ll be so busy looking at your tits we’ll be able to cover the open ground behind him and get to the wall…”
Picture via Snow Bunnies.
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September 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Shove Off
If you must go rowing, it helps to have crewpersons who are pretty and naked:
Via Usenet.
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September 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
All Up In Her Cutaway Business
It’s a strange sub-genre of Japanese comic book art, the which I am not well enough versed in to categorize and name properly. But you see it now and again: explicit drawn porn where parts of the girl (well, usually it’s a girl) are drawn as a transparent anatomical cutaway so you can have a better view of the exaggerated sexing that’s going on:
This example via Erectus.
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