September 3rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Light As A Feather
I’m struck by the athleticism of this feat of sixty-nine, as found (in uncropped form) at Kinky Delight and drawn by one Marcello Dudovich:
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September 2nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Things Were Never The Same After The Buttsex
Alternative Title: Saliva Is An Inferior Anal Lube
There’s a long poem, fourteen or fifteen hundred lines, attributed to Lord Byron; the attribution is thought to be both false and scurrilous. The poem, called Don Leon, has apparently existed in several versions; the one linked from Wikipedia matches Ashbee’s as being “entirely in defence of sodomy” but it lacks the lines Ashbee thought worth quoting, in which are supposedly explained the reason why Byron was estranged from his wife. Long story short, supposedly, she was great with child, he asked nicely, she didn’t say no, he went up the butt, she decided he was a monstrous pervert. Only, it sounds better in the original:
That time it was, as we in parlance wiled
Away the hours, my wife was big with child.
Her waist, which looked so taper when a maid
Like some swol’n butt its bellying orb displayed,
And Love, chagrined, beheld his favourite cell
From mounds opposing scarce accessible.
“Look, Bell,” I cried; “yon moon, which just now rose
will be the ninth; and your parturient throes
May soon Lucioa’s dainty hand require
To make a nurse of thee, of me a sire.
I burn to press thee, but I fear to try.
Lest like an incubus my weight should lie;
Lest, from the close encounter we should doom
Thy quickening foetus to an early tomb.
Thy size repels me, whilst thy charms invite;
Then, say, how celebrate the marriage rite?
Learn’d Galen, Celsus, and Hippocrates,
Have held it good, in knotty points like these,
Lest mischief from too rude assaults should come,
To copulate ex more pecudum.
What sayst thou, dearest ? Do not cry me nay;
We cannot err where science shows the way.”
She answered not; but silence gave consent,
And by that threshold boldly in I went.So clever statesmen, who concoct by stealth
Some weighty measures for the comonwealth,
All comers by the usual door refuse,
And let the favoured few the back stairs use.Who that has seen a woman wavering lie
Betwixt her shame and curiosity,
Knowing her sex’s failing, will not deem,
That in the balance shame would kick the beam?
Ah, fatal hour, that saw my prayer succeed,
And my fond bride enact the Ganymede.
Quick from my mouth some bland saliva spread
The ingress smoothed to her new maidenhead,
The Thespian God his rosy pinions beat,
And laughed to see his victory complete.
‘Tis true, that from her lips some murmurs fell–
In joy or anger, ’tis too late to tell;
But this I swear, that not a single sign
Proved that her pleasure did not equal mine,
Ah, fatal hour! for thence my sorrows date:
Thence sprung the source of her undying hate.
Fiends from her breast the sacred secret wrung,
Then called me monster; and, with evil tongue,
Mysterious tales of false Satanic art
Devised, and forced us evermore to part.
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August 31st, 2010 -- by Bacchus
On The Merits Of Sexual Variety
We all know of the legendary Kama Sutra and its endless catalog of sexual variety. But do you know why those varieties were spelled out in such loving detail?
I just discovered this explanation, from near the end of the famous translation by Sir Richard Burton:
The chief reason for the separation between the married couple and the cause which drives the husband to the embraces of strange women, and the wife to the arms of strange men, is the want of varied pleasures and the monotony which follows possession. There is no doubt about it.
Monotony begets satiety, and satiety distaste for congress, especially in one or the other; malicious feelings are engendered, the husband or the wife yields to temptation, and the other follows, being driven by jealousy.
For it seldom happens that the two love each other equally, and in exact proportion, therefore is the one more easily seduced by passion than the other. From such separations result polygamy, adulteries, abortions, and every manner of vice, and not only do the erring husband and wife fall into the pit, but they also drag down the manes of their deceased ancestors from the place of beatified mortals, either to hell or back again upon this world.
Fully understanding the way in which such quarrels arise, I have in this book shown how the husband, by varying the enjoyment of his wife, may live with her as with thirty-two different women, ever varying the enjoyment of her, and thus rendering satiety impossible. I have also taught all manner of useful arts and mysteries, by which she can render herself pure, beautiful, and pleasing in his eyes.
August 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Young Man Spanked
This one’s for… hell, I’m not quite sure who it is for. It’s a buff young man getting his ass whaled, somebody out there must be looking for this because it’s a prolific porn genre of which this is a better-than-average vintage exemplar:
Via.
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August 27th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Roman Sex Coins
It’s knowledge I’ve had kicking around in my brain for awhile. There are these Roman-era coin-like objects, called spintria, sprintria, or sprintia. (I’m giving you Google search terms, not trying to tell you which of these is a good Latin word, ‘cos I dunno.) They have graphic sex scenes on them. They aren’t thought to be coins, precisely; coin collectors get huffy if you call them coins. They’re often called “tokens” and one venerable theory, now coming under discredit, is that they were used in brothels in polyglot Roman cities to help communicate about various desired sex acts. Another theory I found in this worthy thread is that they were a military parody of worthless tokens given as official political gifts.
I don’t much care about the numismatic details. Happens, I found some nice images. I’m not saying where, because it’s a trashy link-baity sort of place, so junked up with mendacious ads for buying gold from dodgy ponzi scheme operators that I can’t link you there in good conscience. But the coins are pretty:
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August 26th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Mixed Message
Another bummer of a tattoo, by my standards:
It’s the anal variety again. And it says “Fun Center” — which is at least defensible. If it weren’t for the ring of barbed wire inside the words. Talk about your mixed messages!
As seen on Tumblr.
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August 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Swimming With Julia
OK, OK. The dog in the last post was funny, you have to admit. But Julia from Met Art just makes you want to shuck off and dive for the water:
Does it look to you like her buttocks are floating? Maybe a trick of refraction, maybe a miracle of pertness and buoyancy. I think a close hand inspection is the only way to be sure.
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