Although I myself have not (so far as I know) spent much time at bars or clubs or parties where the other guests are routinely stealing away into the “bathroom” (let’s be honest and call it the toilet, since that’s what’s in there and that’s what any busy one smells like) for quickie sex, it’s become something of a trope of modern partying. And apparently it goes on quite a lot in certain horny and impatient circles.

Kids these days, they think they invented sex in all its forms. Usually, they didn’t:

Here’s another, perhaps better, angle on the pair of sun-worshipping nudist women shown below, the ones who look like mother and daughter to me. (Lots of commenters disagree.) Perhaps the different angle will shake loose some different opinions:

Here’s a woman who seems not totally in love with her work:

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Another striking vintage photo, a pair of pretty nude sunbathers on a sunny day. But something about their features makes me think: perhaps these two are mother and daughter?

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OK, all you enema fetishists, here’s a rare picture for you. Little hints like the flying shoe suggest that this is some sort of colonic intervention — an anal mugging, if you will:

Of course the ladies in charge of the business seem to be in cheerful high spirits.

This bit of blowjob erotica may (he emphasized, may) be by an artist named Fendi, and may date to the 1830s. That’s based on a filename of dubious value, so you pays your money and you takes your chances:

And yes, you’re getting a lot of pictures lately. For various reasons, my blog-surfing time is at a minimum right now, and it won’t be getting any bigger until after Thanksgiving. So meanwhile, it’s to be a steady diet of visual filler from my extensive collection of filez. I’ll do my best to make it entertaining.

I’ve seen a fair bit of Egyptian erotic art, but this is the first Egyptian blowjob I’ve seen. Looks like our man / king / god is getting a little morning mouth service while his valet / lackey / priest equivalent puts his clothing or armor on:

Alas, I have no provenance for this piece.