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Friday, October 25th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
In Back Rent: Paid In Rear, we have the satisfying story of a deadbeat tenant confronted by his angry landlady over unpaid rent. It could have turned into an ugly scene, except for that delicious phenomenon that sometimes happens, when one kind of intense bodily arousal morphs into another kind. Whereupon shit gets suddenly horny.
She challenged him: “Come on, do something! What are you gonna do?” And so it was that a moment of class struggle turned into an entire afternoon of kinky and dynamic up-against-the-wall and face-down-ass-up rough sex:
Photos are from Kink.com, which is presently running its Halloween Special discount sale, with a monthly cost for the best plan as low as $6.66 per month.
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Wednesday, October 25th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
Be the water-skiing witches you want to see in the world:
Bonus points if you actually live somewhere that’s warm enough to go waterskiing on Halloween.
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Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know anything about the provenance of this photo except that there used to be a Tumblr in the place where I found it, and now there is nothing:
Don’t you just want to fondle and squeeze those nice big round pumpkins? Happy Halloween!
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
She’s thinking: “This Halloween party totally sucks!”
From the cover of Naga #2.
Sunday, October 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
A little while ago when @whoresofyore tweeted the above photo out under the hashtag #VintageHalloween I knew I was finally going to have to get off my ass and get this shit in order. I thought I might get something special for my patrons out of it (which didn’t happen, in the event) but mostly I just couldn’t take it any more.
Here is (was) my problem.
I’ve been seeing that photo (and several more from the same series) every Halloween for many years. And why not? The flapper-esque blonde is cute as a button, her tits are perky, and the burlesque Halloween thing is too fun and cute and Betty Boop not to love.
So, my first-stage reaction was “I need to track down that whole series of photos. It would make an awesome Halloween gallery. And if it’s really as old as the some of the clues would indicate, it’s bloody amazing; I want to know more about where these photos come from!”
Sadly, my second-thoughts reaction was “There’s something wrong here. The Halloween iconography is too modern; this is 1950s cheesecake pinup staged as late 1930s burlesque produced with 1920 flappers published by 1900s postcard publishers. Just a whole mishmash of subtle anachronisms.”
My particular problem was with the ghosts and bats and jack-o-lanterns and black cat and happy-skeleton stuff all brought together in one display. You see all of these elements in Halloween imagery going back at least to the Victorians, but a comic erotic burlesque of them? My first mental/visual reference for a thing like that would be the painted cheesecake pinups of the late 1940s and early 1950s. I would be really excited to find them all in a real-photo pinup postcard series from then, but from decades earlier as these photos superficially appear to be? That would be…astonishing.
But hey, a cynical skepticism, no matter how well-informed, is no substitute for doing the work, which for a project like this is quite considerable. Basically, my method is recursive image searching; I start with the first image, and while searching for the largest, best, most-original scan of it, I also look for any pages that offer any provenance, and I also look at all of the “similar images” that the image search engines throw up, saving anything else from the series that turns up. And then I proceed through each of those in stepwise fashion, doing the same for them. It’s a slow, often-tedious, and painstaking process.
There were early indications that something was hinky about this image set.
One thing that bothered me was that diamond “MG” logo. It’s very much like the logos used by photo postcard publishers going back to the turn of the twentieth century and before. Only, a logo like that is typically the initials of the publisher, it’s a handy reference, and it’s usually easy to Google. Those two letters in quotes, “postcard”, and Bob’s your uncle. Collectors and auctioneers are all over that shit. Here? Nothing.
Another thing that bothered me was that as an iron rule, the best-quality scans I was turning up were always 805 pixels wide. That indicated a common digital place of entry onto the internet. Theoretically possible if these photos were from, say, a set of postcards in the hands of a collector, with no other exemplars known; but in practice, usually genuine vintage photos exist in a wide variety of (usually small and terrible) scans of different sizes.
More subtly but also damning, no provenance for any of the photos from the set was turning up. They were widely distributed in copy-and-paste collections of vintage photos, usually mixed with genuine vintage photographs from the “French postcard” and burlesque eras. But nobody had ever taken the time to curate these together into a common gallery. This could just an artifact of digital decay (there’s an awful lot of the adult internet gone missing from the 1997-2007 era) but sometimes it means that the source was known and that the folks doing the copy-and-paste felt constrained from acknowledging that source. But why, if the photos were truly vintage?
As is usually the case, there was just one clue, a single fragile provenance, one person who took the time to drop a credit, that broke the entire mysterious case wide open. One of these images, on a Tumblr that has not yet gotten autoflagged and force-vanished behind the Verizon #pornocalypse Tumblr-porn event horizon, had a link credit to a Deviant Art source, where the photo had been posted more than a dozen years ago by a photographer from the Ukraine who has not been back to DeviantArt since 2005. The photographer went by “MGstudio” (note those “MG” initials) and gave their URL as marthasgirls.com in their DeviantArt profile. Martha’s Girls is a website I vaguely remember; it’s defunct now, but for many years and until sometime in 2016, it ran an old-fashioned subscription paysite selling “The finest emulations of vintage erotica and pin-up, spanning the period from the Victorian times to the 50s pin-up era.” Ding ding ding ding DING! The mystery is solved.
So these are modern, not vintage; they are a formerly-available commercial porn product by an unknown photographer from Dnipropetrovsk whose artistry I quite admire. My hope is that by assembling them here, it will be less likely for future enthusiasts to make the all-too-easy mistake of believing them to be vintage. If you know of more photos from this series, please let me know!
Happy Halloween, and enjoy!
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Monday, October 31st, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Presenting the inimitable Bettie Page, preparing for Halloween festivities. Note how her broomstick is polished to a high shine!
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Saturday, October 31st, 2015 -- by Bacchus
My friend Dr. Faustus has been prepping faithfully for this holiday weekend, and now we get to enjoy the fruits of his curatorial labors:
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Friday, October 31st, 2014 -- by Bacchus
This sort of thing is why I usually stay in on All Hallows Eve:
All I know about this image is that I found it here.
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Sunday, October 26th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
It is the time of year when Dr. Faustus rolls out his annual Squick Or Squee extravaganza, which consists of his practice of commissioning (with actual payment of money!) and publishing art both erotic and (to some at least) disturbing, for everyone’s viewing pleasure and/or distress. (See also Infernal Wonders, where it’s “Squick or Squee” the whole fine year around.)
You can imagine why “squick or squee” came to mind when Bondage Blog posted one of these crazed, creepy, and utterly delightful Halloween pictures:
For me it’s a definite squee. Did Charlie Brown [edit: make that Linus] grow up to be a pervert who finally knows he’s hit upon the proper way to summon the Great Pumpkin? Has this woman been kidnapped for sacrifice to a pagan god? Do we have particularly fearsome birds in these parts, whose scaring away requires especially spectacular scarecrows? Only your pornographer knows for sure! He’s Matt Williams at Sexually Broken, exposing the model known as Darling. (I wonder how long it took her to get the last of the pumpkin seeds out of her sinuses?) I, for one, applaud anybody who is willing to make porn that doesn’t look boringly like all the other porn out there. At that — at least — this Sexually Broken photoshoot is a triumph.
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Wednesday, October 30th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
This is what the traditional night-before-Halloween “stay in and carve the pumpkins” party should be like:
Artist is Vargas.
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Monday, October 14th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Ladies, do you have your Halloween costume in hand yet? Because if not, there’s still time. It’s the time of year when your better sex toy sellers offer a very nice selection of sexy costumes. For my favorite, I can’t decide between General Punishment and the Ring Mistress:
Of course, if you’re a fan of the classics, you can go with old standards like maids, cops, and nurses.
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Sunday, October 31st, 2010 -- by Bacchus
At your Halloween parties this year, have you seen a witch costume as nice as this one?
Via Usenet.
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Sunday, October 31st, 2010 -- by Bacchus
So I went to pick out some pumpkins for carving, but found this and got horribly distracted:
Well, no I didn’t actually, but in some photographer’s fantasy, I might have.
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Saturday, October 31st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
It’s an Elvgren classic witch to put you in the mood for your Halloween festivities:
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Friday, October 30th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Tomorrow being Halloween, are you having a pumpkin fisting carving party at your house tonight?
Image courtesy of Gothic Sluts.
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Friday, October 30th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Ever since last week’s post on 3D SexVilla I’ve been trying to decide whether the whole thing is just a transient gimmick, or whether it’s a tool sufficient to allow non-artists to create and share visual instantiations of their fantasies. If it’s the latter, and if it catches on, it could prove to be quite a phenomenon — one I think is potentially important. (I’ve long been frustrated by the fact that I can visualize things I’d like to see, but there’s no way to instantiate them in visual form short of hiring an artist or spending a few years in art school. Sufficiently good computer software will be an important step in solving this.)
One of the things I’ve been trying to figure out is how open the product is. If the design work that users do can be readily saved and shared, there’s likely to be a fan community that grows up around the product, as there long has been around the quite-a-bit-harder-to-use and (IMO) not-for-the-non-artist 3d-modeling tool Poser.
Thus I was heartened to see the following in the summary of recent changes to the latest release of the 3D SexVilla software:
All New Pose Editor
Our software engineers have spent countless hours fine-tuning this ‘Pose Editor’ release. It’s an exclusive powerful new in-game motion control tool featuring a collapsible user interface with tons of sliders and controls that enables you to create your own poses, however and whatever you want. It’s an updated mannequin model rigged to allow precise and exacting control of body positions, joint positioning and rotation editing as well as new 3D face shaping, mouth and tongue morphing animations and hand gestures.
Poser Editor allows you to also import poses from the Gamerotica community or from Daz3D/Poser based BVH exports. Using standards based BVH allows you to quickly import existing animations and convert them to 3D Kink and create and watch some of the most advanced sex animations possible.
Still no word on whether the local save formats are usefully exportable/shareable, but the standards-based imports is, at least, good news.
Friday, October 31st, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I love the way our pretty young witch has taken off her “withered hag” mask and hung it beside the cauldron:
Happy Halloween!
(Sadly I don’t know the source of this artwork; I think it’s one of the classic vintage pinup artists, but I’m not sure.)
Saturday, October 11th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
I don’t do very many pure “go buy some shit” blog posts, because it’s very easy for sex blogs to go overboard that way. But sometimes I see something that’s just too deliciously bizarre not to point out.
Anyway, last night I went surfing to see what was new in sex toys, and what I discovered instead was new sexy stuff in the masks and BDSM hoods areas.
What caught my eyes in particular were these expensive, spectacular, and surreal leather bunny hoods, in black or white:
(Sadly the carrot dildo is not included.)
Continuing in the animal vein, check out this scary-but-very-handsome zippered dog-face hood:
You may or may not find these sexy, but you’ve got to admit they catch the eye!
Sunday, November 4th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Here on ErosBlog I ignored, as I tend to, the annual frenzy of “concerned” journalists fretting about how Halloween has morphed into “Dress Like A Slut” day, ohnoes! To me, the phenomenon is obviously just a manifestation (on Halloween, how appropriate!) of the ghosts of Saturnalia and Carnival, which we in the Puritan Protestancies had taken out and shot centuries ago. I approve, as I do, of all liberating influences. Hell, I approve of nekkedness in general, so how could I glower all dour at skimpy costumes?
Surprised I therefore was to find ChelseaGirl from Pretty Dumb Things fretting on the same topic, although I’ll cheerfully grant that she did it with more thoughtfulness and nuance than any print journalist I’ve ever seen tackle the subject. Most interesting and useful in her post, I thought, was her description of a memetic landscape she calls Strip Nation:
Because this trend … also speaks to the seduction of what I’ve come to call Strip Nation.
Strip Nation is the place where little girls wear body glitter for fun, where pole dancing is a fitness pursuit, where chicks have standing appointments for monthly Brazilians, and weekly tans, French manicures and matching pedicures. It’s the place where women purposefully show bra straps and g-strings. It’s where average women have the lower-back tattoo, body piercings, and t-shirts that read “Diva” It’s the where women get breast implants, labiaplasty and anal bleaching. It’s a place where family restaurants have waitresses wearing orange short-shorts, and where drag-queen restaurants have banana deep-throat contests, and where eighteen year-old girls win them.
Strip Nation is where we live now. It’s not a bad place to live. Strip Nation gives us Carmen Electra and body butter. Strip Nation lets us shake our booty with abandon. Hell, Strip Nation, combined with Hip-Hop Nation–it’s a unified country of dual principalities–has given us the word “booty”. Without Strip Nation, we’d still be pogoing and wearing flat shoes and high-waisted pleated pants.
Strip Nation can be a lot of fun, but it’s a deeply problematic kind of fun. I am proud to have been a stripper, but I know that stripping is best kept in the strip club because stripping is about serving up a fantasy based on the most simplistic heterosexual male’s formulation of an uncomplicated woman. Most simply, Strip Nation provides a dreamscape based on a model of a two-dimensional woman and men’s desire for them. And while that is all well and fine for an eight-hour strip shift, it has major issues when it goes rampant, out into the streets, and disseminates like a virus into the culture at large.
I wonder how much women choosing to dress like a stripper for Halloween–whatever the flavor of the specific fantasy–isn’t centered on an unquestioning slide into the happy amnesia of Strip Nation: a place where men will be men, women will be girls, and no one need have a thought cross their untrammeled brows. I wonder how much the Naughty Nurse, the Sassy Satan, the Wanton Witch, the Reform School Drop Out, the Pirate Wench, and all the heaving bosom, exposed thigh rest, has more to with the prefeminist nostalgia that Strip Nation embodies. I wonder how much the naughty Halloween costume hasn’t less to do with getting one’s freak on as it does with doing so in a way that feels like you don’t have to think about it when you do.
Tomorrow, Halloween will just be a bunch of garbled stories and memories, gone for another year, But we’ll still be living in Strip Nation. Look around you, it’s everywhere. Fun, yes. But at what cost?
I think the description of Strip Nation is spot on, but I’m having trouble parsing out the objection. It seems to be something in the nature of “real life is more complicated than that”, but every cultural expression we have is idealized in one way or another; Strip Nation is a fantasy space almost by definition, and it seems odd to me to ask “at what cost?” when the full achievement of the fantasy lies as much out of our reach as do the golden shores of Brigadoon.
“You wouldn’t like to eat nothing but candy and ice cream”, warned our mothers, and we didn’t believe them. If we really lived in Strip Nation, we probably wouldn’t enjoy that either; a steady diet of oversimplified sex is probably not much better than a steady diet of high fructose corn syrup. But what’s really going on here is a whole bunch of cultural expressions reaching toward Strip Nation, but which are counterbalanced by so many other cultural anchors and drags that we’ll never reach the Strip Nation Shangri La, nor indeed get anywhere close to there. We don’t live in Strip Nation; we don’t even live next door to Strip Nation. All we do is live in a place where we can, sometimes, get away with acting as if we do live in Strip Nation.
If you grant that, is it really fair to ask “at what cost?” The only cost I see is to the competing memetic landscapes that are losing mindshare in competition with Strip Nation. I’m talking Burqa Nation, Chador and Hajib Nation, Barefoot And Pregnant Nation, Nice Girls Don’t Nation, It’s Dirty Down There Nation, Leave The Lights Off Nation, Twin Beds Nation, Save It For Marriage Nation, the entire constellation of memetic spaces in which skin must be covered, dancing must be restricted because it could lead to shagging, sex is strictly controlled, and women are (in one sense or another) chattel, not free to make their own sexual decisions.
Here in the brave new century, Strip Nation is out-competing all of those memetic spaces. Is it perfect? Heck no. Is it better? I can’t see how it isn’t. At what cost? I, for one, don’t much care, unless the cost is higher than the rolling human tragedy of the repressive memetic spaces Strip Nation is competing with and struggling to displace.
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
OK, it’s good to get invited to the sexy Halloween party with all the latex nuns, naughty schoolgirls, and sexy hookers in fishnet. But hey, not everybody is so lucky. Here’s a fellow who’s responding resourcefully:
Happy Halloween!
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Remember the vintage “woman with skeleton” from last Halloween?
Well, the Stygian depths of my hard drive have spat up another vintage photo featuring the same skeleton prop. This one has been either hand tinted, or Photoshopped to resemble same, but unfortunately whatever editing has been done seems strong to my eye, and has eaten some of the photographic texture:
Larger version here.
Monday, October 29th, 2007 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a bit of fine art that seems appropriate for the upcoming Halloween holiday. Skeletal Death in a top hat, stripping a woman nude in public to show her that her beauty, too, is mortal? I’m not sure, but it’s just a wee bit creepy:
Tuesday, October 31st, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Happy Halloween, folks!
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 -- by The Nymph
I found this swashbuckling lovely in the promo material for the movie Pirates.
I’ve been hearing some talk about it for some time, now after reading the reviews and watching the trailer I really want to order this one. It looks to have plenty of swashbuckling fun and I’m pretty sure I can talk Bacchus into it. After all, why wouldn’t he enjoy seeing some of lovely lady pirates having a good time?
Also, it’s just in time for Halloween! I wonder if it’d help the experience if I wore a cutesy pirate wench outfit? Ahoy, matey!
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
Sometimes I miss San Francisco, even though the three years I lived there I was too young and callow and lonely and broke and chickenshit to take advantage of even five percent of its true charms. Despite being the most populous place I’ve ever resided, some of my better memories of SF are of its natural spaces; one vivid memory is the Halloween night I spent wandering in the moonlight on Ocean Beach, enjoying the surf air but lacking the social mojo to crash any of the bonfire parties scattered up and down the beach. I always did enjoy Golden Gate Park when my hikes took me over that way, and I often mourned the lack of frolicking naked people that my father reported were prevalent when he frequented the place some thirty years before me.
The great wheel turns, or I didn’t keep my eyes open wide enough, or the times they are a-changin’…again. Violet Blue knows how to run a picnic:
Then we meandered home, where we made afternoon cocktails and put all the produce and fresh bread into a picnic basket and headed off to Golden Gate Park. We spread out a packing blanket I stole a few SRL shows ago and sat in the trees, on grass and little tiny white flowers, along a secluded stretch of winding duck pond. For a few minutes a couple and a photographer wandered through out little corner of bliss, taking their engagement photos. We sipped Campari and soda with lemon, and nibbled on everything in and out of the picnic basket. At one point, I even took dessert in the form of a quick and nasty blowjob while Hornboy writhed on the blanket — a very daring thing for me, to do this in public. A first. Such a huge turn-on, too; but how can a girl resist seeing a nice hard knob in a pair of pants and not want to take a sample? A girl just can’t.
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005 -- by Bacchus
I go to blog after blog, and it seems like today they are all discussing the new pope. I already turned off the TV because it was “all pope, all the time” on the news channels. Since I don’t have anything to add to that conversation, how about a dirty joke with a nun in it?
A cabbie picks up a nun. She gets into the cab, and the cab driver won’t stop staring at her. She asks him why is he staring and he replies, “I have a question to ask you, but I don’t want to offend you.”
She answers, “My dear son, you cannot offend me. When you’re as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.”
He says, “Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have anal sex with a nun.”
She responds, “Well, I can probably help you with that. Are you single? And you must be Catholic.”
The cab driver is very excited and says, “Yes, I am single and I’m Catholic too!”
The nun says, “OK, pull into the next alley.”
He does and the nun fulfils his fantasy. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.
“My dear child, said the nun, why are you crying?” “Forgive me sister, but I have sinned. I lied, I must confess, I’m married and I’m Jewish.”
The nun says, “That’s OK. My name is Kevin, and I’m on my way to a Halloween party.”
Bad Kevin, bad!
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Tuesday, October 19th, 2004 -- by Aphrodite
Some vegetables and fruits are highly evocative of body parts. And now that pumpkin-carving season is upon us, we’ll probably see more sexy/amusing takes on that. This carving puts an ass-shaped pumpkin to good use:
Spotted at Rotten.com.
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004 -- by Aphrodite
That’s the condition of posting an amusing sex-related Halloween pumpkin carving, but then finding a better one. To wit:
I should have known to (sing it with me!) look for the prurient label … :laugh:
Courtesy of Rotten.com.
Monday, October 11th, 2004 -- by Aphrodite
It isn’t too early to be thinking about good costumes for Halloween. I’d like to see Ashcroft deal with a person dressed like this and wanting a trick:
Think of the orgy he could spawn!!
Found at The Sun Machine.
Saturday, January 4th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
…and the world will beat a path away from your door.
Being perhaps readers of other blogs than this one, it’s likely that you my loyal readers have heard of the “Jackhammer Jesus” dildo, the “Baby Jesus” butt plug, and other similar religious-themed sex toys from Divine Interventions.
But this article from the San Francisco Bay Guardian profiles the inventor and promoter of this line, and follows him as he roams sex-positive San Francisco getting the cold shoulder from sex toy buyers.
Picking his way through the brightly lit displays of adult videos, cock rings, and calendars emblazoned with oiled and rippling pectorals, he greeted the bespectacled sales assistant, hoisted a large sports bag onto the counter, rummaged through the contents, and selected an item. When the guy behind the counter saw what the man, whom I shall call Nigel R., was pulling out of the bag, he gave a nervous little laugh and said one word: “Sacrilegious.”
As the home of storefront live-sex Halloween performances, magnificent transvestites, and guys with no qualms about showing off their ass cheeks in leather chaps, the Castro District has traditionally enjoyed a healthy disregard for the status quo. Yet when Nigel R. whipped out a seven-and-a-half-inch marble-white silicone Jackhammer Jesus dildo in the shape of Christ on the cross, the Castro Gulch sales assistant blanched.
Ironic to see that as cutting-edge a paper as the SFBG is still so stuck in the past that even when it prints a URL, it can’t (or won’t) make it an active link in the online edition. Old media, bah.
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Sunday, December 29th, 2002 -- by Bacchus
Another circulating email thing, guy unknown, let’s just call him Biggus Dickus. (“He has a wife you know….”)
Ladies, I know we generally focus a little too much here at ErosBlog on things of amusement to the gentlemen of default wiring. Please consider this a modest token in the nature of restitution.
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