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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:

roman sex coin

roman brothel token: blowjob

roman brothel coin showing anal sex

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August 26th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Mixed Message

Another bummer of a tattoo, by my standards:

anal sex tattoo

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:

skinny dipping with julia and her individually-floating butt cheeks

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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August 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Dog-Gone Good Fun

One of the things I like about ALS-Scan (and one of the reasons I’ve considered them A Real Solid Porn Value for a lot longer than I’ve been running a sex blog) is that once a year or thereabouts, they pack up their cutest models and head for some sunny island somewhere, for an extra-decadent set of sun-drenched photo-shoots. This never fails, because it’s clear that everybody from the models to the photographers to the company dog is having an extra good time, and as always, fun porn is best porn:

bunch of girls at the beach with dog

Now-wait-a-gawd-damned-minute! Did I just say “dog?”

Yes, yes I did. I even put in a helpful red arrow in the right-hand side of the frame, where you can see him ambling down the beach. If you click the photo (recommended) you’ll see a much bigger version, letting you see the dog (and the girls) more clearly. Dog lovers will recognize, by body language and expression, much of what this particular canine critter is thinking:

canine brain scan: relevant to my interests

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August 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Loving This Tattoo

Spanking Blog ponders this approximately 85-word tattoo and wonders “can you imagine pounding that ass doggie-style every few days, week in and week out, seeing that verse heaving in front of you every time?”

tattoo of love

Me, I’m the kind of guy for whom the catastrophic apostrophic mishap in line six would be a boner-killer. But wave the magic laser wand and deem that fixed, for the sake of the thought experiment. I’m still reminded of an old chestnut of a Robert Service poem called The Ballad of Salvation Bill.

It’s about a preacher trapped in a Klondike cabin all winter with a sinner of a prospector who has tobacco but no rolling papers. The prospector eyes the preacher’s bible, the preacher won’t share single page for smoking, and it’s a long hard winter for awhile. There’s violence, and melodrama, and eventually there’s an agreement: he can smoke the Bible pages, but he has to read them first. But you guessed it:

I smoked and smoked from Genesis to Job,
And as I smoked I read each blessed word;
While in the shadow of his bunk I heard him sigh and sob,
And then… a most peculiar thing occurred.
I got to reading more and more, and smoking less and less…

It would be a terrible shame if this tract of a tattoo had a similarly depressing effect.

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August 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Ambition

“Damn, honey. I think we’re going to need some more lube…”

shortage of lube, plenty of ambition

From Explicite Art.

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August 20th, 2010 -- by Bacchus

Best Sex Blog Post Title Ever

Just stumbled over this post title while looking for something else. Talk about inspired tawdriness:

From Behind. On A Mattress. In A Basement.

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