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Tuesday, September 24th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
There may be a lot of reasons to mourn the decline in fashionability of the miniskirt, but here’s one of them: playing pool with a pretty girl was a lot more fun when you might get a good upskirt glimpse as she bent over the table to make a tricky shot.
Illustration is from the June 1968 issue of Pad magazine.
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Monday, August 26th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know if the phrase “sweater girl” means much to people younger than me. If you know, you know: to be a true sweater girl, a woman wore her sweaters tightly over the curve of her breasts. This big floppy puddle-sweater is all wrong for the look, but I don’t care.
The woman taking down her panties for this session of self-pleasure is an uncredited model in the 1984 porn magazine Hip Chicks. (Yes, they still had black-and-white porn in 1984. You’d mostly see it in the cheaper magazines, or in cheaper-to-print black and white sections in magazines that had a limited number of color pages.)
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Sunday, September 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
If you met Anikka like this on the basement stairs of the admin building during a sleepy summer break when there was nobody in the building, you would know she was at least a little bit naughty. But the burning question in your mind — or perhaps the pressing question in your pants — would be: “Is she a lot naughty?”
Lucky you! The answer is oh-so-very yes:
Pictured is Anikka Albrite, all dolled up like a high-school girl in Destroying The Homecoming Queen. (Spoiler alert: confronting the mean girls does not go well, for her or for her other blonde friend.)
Update: A commenter says I’ve confused the two stars of this scene, and Ash Hollywood is actually the one pictured.
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Tuesday, August 2nd, 2022 -- by Bacchus
She may not know how to choose sensible shoes, and if she hangs out for too long with the kind of people who drive luxury SUVs she will surely come to a sad and unhappy end. But Kasia’s native skill at pulling down her panties could yet save her from the worst of fates:
Photos show the model known as “Teen Kasia” from Phil-Flash.
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Saturday, April 9th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Back in 2011 I posted a smaller and grainier version of this photograph, but in those days I was not so obsessive about attribution, and anyway I did not have one:
Now I do. The photo, called “Traffic Stopper”, is by the famous erotic photographer Roy Stuart.
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Monday, November 1st, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Strictly speaking she’s not winning the strip poker game, I suppose. But that doesn’t mean her evening isn’t shaping up rather nicely nonetheless:
Another artwork by Underrock, who has a Patreon.
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Saturday, September 12th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
She just barely cleared the fence ahead of the angry bull. She made it, but her knickers didn’t:
Cartoon is from the August 1959 Gaze magazine.
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Tuesday, January 29th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Via Kinky Delight, this photo of Christmas lights hung like enormous panties over the holiday streets of a European town piqued my curiosity. What’s going on with the erotic holiday lights in vast lingerie shapes?
It took some doing because this photo has appeared in every holiday-roundup “50 Funny Clickbait Fails That Will Make You Click!” article for the last five years or so, but I finally managed to track down a German-language story that explains the situation. Google machine translation (below) is far from perfect, but from it we can glean some details. The lights grace Eislingen in southern Germany, and the display dates to the beginning of the 21st century. Their official name is Sternenregen (Star Rain). Local opinion on the panty lights seems mixed, but there’s plenty of positive opinion:
“Shining panties” – lace or horror?
04.12.2015
Smirking or embarrassed turning away at the sight of the “shining panties” in Eislingen’s main street? The Advent decoration in the Baden-Württemberg town becomes a controversy.
Are they glowing underpants? A photo of the Christmas decoration in Eislingen in Baden-Württemberg provides amusement in the net. Hanging over the main street are lights that are reminiscent of triangles on the head – or even on radiant knickers.
“The Eislinger stand for their lighting, because it is not zero fifteen,” said a spokeswoman for the city. The “star rain”, as the lighting is officially called, has been decorating the city center for 15 years, always in the Advent season.
“The underpants belong to Eislingen, what would Christmas be without this decoration?” Wrote a user on the Facebook page of the Stuttgart radio station Die Neue 107,7, who had posted the photo online. Another wrote: “I am ashamed to be an Eislinger.” One asked: “What is going on with you?” Someone demands: “Get away with the things. New jewelry must come !! ”
For some “terrible”, “poor” and “embarrassing”, but for some “cult”, “hehehe”, “legendary” and “that’s been so for 20 years”. A citizen says: “Yes, we old Eislinger are every year proud of our underpants again!”
Thursday, March 22nd, 2018 -- by Bacchus
The “stuffing her own panties in her mouth to muffle her screams of pain and/or orgasmic delight” is a common porn trope in mainstream and BDSM porn alike. But when you actually see it performed, it’s usually a half-hearted affair, quickly abandoned. Which is why I assembled this triptych of details from the serious-as-a-heart-attack BDSM movie studio Paintoy (where nothing they do is half-hearted):
That’s the lovely Penny Lay getting her panties stuffed into her mouth to muffle her squeals during a heavy whipping shoot in November 2017.
Monday, November 21st, 2016 -- by Bacchus
I’m just not into knife play. Searching tells me there are only a few references to it in all the years (fourteen now!) of ErosBlog archives, and one of those few is cautionary.
Not only don’t I like knife play because the frisson of blood and potential death the knife symbolizes and eroticizes for many people just leaves me cold, I also do not like it because there’s a sort of side-pool of knife enthusiasts for whom the knife is a symbol of their enthusiastic disregard of consent. These are the people who, at least in my imagination, can utter the phrase “cut a bitch” without irony, and whose Tumblrs seem to get deleted every few weeks for seriously over-the-top violent expressions of misogyny. I don’t want to encourage those people, nor to be mistaken for one of them.
Nope, I’m just not that into knife play.
However…
It turns out that there’s a tiny chink in my erotic armor where blades are concerned. The chink (microfetish?) involves using knives as sexual tools. Probably the most well-known example I can think of are those two scenes with the Captain’s dagger hilt, from Beauty’s Punishment by Anne Rice:
He held something dazzling and beautiful in the light before her, and she blinked to see it. It was the handle of his dagger, thick, encrusted with gold and emeralds and rubies.
It disappeared and quite suddenly she felt the cold metal against her wet vagina. “Ooooooh, yes…” she moaned and felt the handle slide in, a thousand times harder and crueler than the largest organ, it seemed, as it lifted her, crushing against her smoldering clitoris.
She almost screamed with desire, her head falling back, her eyes blind except for the Captain’s eyes looking down at her. Her hips undulated wildly against his lap, the dagger handle going back and forth, back and forth, until she could not endure it and the ecstasy came again paralyzing her and silencing her open mouth, the vision of the Captain vanishing in a moment of total deliverance.
And:
But something touched her pulsing clitoris, scraped it through the thick film of wetness. It plunged through her starved pubic lips. It was the rough, jeweled handle of the dagger again … surely it was … and it impaled her.
She came in a riot of soft muffled cries, pumping her hips up and up, all sight and sound and scent of the Inn dissolved in her frenzy. The dagger handle held her, the hilt pounding her pubis, not letting the orgasm stop, forcing cry after cry out of her.
Even as she was laid down on her back on the table, it tormented her, making her squirm and twist her hips. In a blur she saw the Captain’s face above her. And she writhed like a cat as the dagger handle rocked her up and down, her hips spanking the table.
A pedant might argue “That’s not really using the blade as a sexual tool; the dagger hilt’s just a fancy dildo with a knife on the other end.” Yeah, dude, whatever, you get back to me with that argument after it’s been up your hole. But sure, I get what you’re saying.
You want a better example? I have a better example. This is from the “Heavy Metal” shoot (November 4, 2016) at Infernal Restraints, starring Raquel Roper:
At least in my imagination, there’s nothing menacing about this knife. He’s not threatening to stab her, she’s not at risk of losing any body parts, there will not be blood tonight. However, he is about to use the knife to cut off her panties, which he has judged to be in excess of her immediate clothing needs. It’s a completely utilitarian act. Fuckin’ panties got to go. But she’s wiggling, the knife is sharp, tender bits are tender, we don’t want any accidents, we have big plans for those tender bits. All observers agree: the lady wants to be holding still for a moment. And so she feels right now the tiniest prick at her tender skin with the tip of the knife, a little touch that she can’t ignore, one that says “hold your horses, girl, calm down, you want to stop moving at this time, a sharp knife is on the field and in motion.” It’s a twofer; it’s knife-as-panty-remover and knife-as-safety-signal.
Other people may see it differently. But that’s how this picture grabbed me.
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Wednesday, January 27th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
Some of the art choices on this pulp cover are pretty funny. For one thing, his enema nozzle seems very erect, don’t you think? And for another, aren’t her panties somewhat in the way for a procedure of this nature?
This is a detail from the cover of Water Power: Enemas for Pleasure And Punishment.
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Thursday, March 19th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Is there a micro-fetish for panties with invitations written on them? Because if there is, I might have it:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Saturday, March 14th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
The interesting thing about art is that it’s not literal. Unlike a photograph, a painted image doesn’t represent an actual thing, event, or situation. The viewer has more freedom to decide what’s happening, in a painting. Take this one, for instance:
Do you see a creepy old man, leering as his wife spreads tanning lotion on their innocent-but-nubile teen daughter? Ewww! That would be icky! What a filthy mind you have!
But really, all we know about the sunbather is that she’s got a great butt and that she usually wears a bikini bottom. She could be their slightly-younger unicorn-bisexual-poly dream partner. Maybe she’s using them, because they have incredible sex toys, an awesome swimming pool, and great taste in expensive booze.
Freedom. You get to decide. And that’s a big part of why I love erotic art so much.
Provenance: I’m pretty sure this is cropped from the cover of a sleazy pulp novel. That’s all I got for ya.
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Monday, December 15th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Oh, no, she doesn’t like this at all:
From Squirting Bondage Sex, with Derrick Pierce putting his hand in Savannah Fox’s panties.
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Monday, March 17th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
There seems to be a certain imbalance between the grooviness levels of the panties these two women are wearing:
I first saw this image in a vintage porn gallery, after which I tracked it down to its source on page 44 of a vintage lesbian porn magazine (that’s woman/woman porn made for men and marketed as “lesbian porn”, not porn for made by or for or featuring actual lesbians) called Dolls On Dolls (#8).
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Wednesday, July 24th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
The adult world is aware that men sometimes steal panties. Catch the right women at the right stage of drunkenness and you’ll get an earful of outrage about the favorite lingerie they’ve had stolen. But the men who do it (and a lot of men have done it!) aren’t usually forthcoming about the reasons. Either they have more fetish for a women’s smells than they think it seemly to admit, or because it’s in aid of masturbatory practices and guys generally don’t get much social reinforcement when they admit to jacking off. Plus, you know, panty theft is kinda modestly criminal.
Here’s that rare thing, the detailed account of an unrepentant panty thief. Passing on this sort of thing is why I’ll never be able to stop blogging about sex:
Someone stole my underwear at the gym.
It’s a West Hollywood gym, where lots of huge gay muscle studs work out. So someone stole them to sniff them and jack off, I think. That was the first place my mind went, after I fruitlessly searched through my fucking bag for them like Tel Aviv airport security going through some Palestinian college kid’s backpack. Someone stole my underwear to sniff ’em and jerk off.
I can feel no moral outrage about this, because a warehouse full of underwear would have to be stolen from me, sniffed, and jacked off into before the cosmic scales are balanced. I used to do this same shit all the fucking time. When I did coke, getting down to my last couple bumps, I knew I would be up for several more hours with no drugs left and a crazy desire to beat the meat, and I would go to my building’s laundry room and raid the lost and found shelf. Nine times out of ten there would be a pair of panties there. If I was lucky, it would have been one that tumbled out of the laundry basket before even going in the washer and they would still have a good head of cuntmusk on ’em. This was when I was living on a floor full of aspiring actresses so the odds were good that I would be sniffing the vagina residue of someone hot.
Or if I was at a girl’s house after a date and I was drunk enough to do something truly sleazy I would reach into the hamper while she was taking a piss and sneak a crusty thong into the inside chest pocket of my first date blazer. Whether or not I actually scored, I knew I would be having a satisfying jack later with her taint-infused chonies draped over my face. And with luck, I’d have chosen a pair from when she was ovulating and her cunt juice was at its peak of sweetness. But either way. It just adds an element of realism. You jack off after a long drunken hookup with a chick, you have every detail of her body fresh in your mind. The taste of her skin. Add a whiff of her cunt flavor and it’s like you own a fucking holodeck.
So I get why they did it…
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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
You wouldn’t think skimpy panties like this could conceal much … and they don’t. But they are about to be concealing a great deal less:
From the 21st Sextury Network.
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Friday, March 29th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Nope, none. Because George Lucas said so.
From the Erotic Mad Science tumblr:
Carrie Fisher, in her memoir Wishful Drinking reports the following exchange with George Lucas about her Princess Leia dress:
Anyway. George comes up to me on the first day of filming and he takes one look at the dress and says “You can’t wear a bra under that dress.”
So, I say, “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?”
And he says, “Because…there’s no underwear in space.”
I promise you this is true, and he said it with such conviction too! Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties or briefs anywhere.
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m not old enough to remember, but my parents used to speak of an era when Nylon was a new miracle fabric. That was before the space age (speaking literally); U.S. soldiers in Europe were swapping nylons for sex in the same war that saw Von Braun chucking the first serious ballistic missiles across the English Channel. Presumably this sex-shop gag-gift box of crotchless Nylon panties dates from a couple of decades later:
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Friday, October 5th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
There’s nothing wrong with a good panty fetish. Of course. To this audience, I don’t even got to say that.
However.
There’s a certain sort of creep in the world who gets off on various sorts of fetishized interactions with members of the public who totally didn’t consent to a fetish exchange. Shoe salespeople get this a lot. I once heard an account of a toe rapist who would drop to the ground in department stores, grab the feet of salesladies, yank off a shoe, and forcibly suck a toe. Or ask a librarian about guys whose thing is to masturbate into books and then re-shelve them…
So. Fetish is OK, but don’t overshare, right?
If you sell panties for a living, a world where creeps won’t try to use you as an unpaid extra in their panty-buying fantasy LARP scenarios looks like an possible dream. But there are strategies for self-defense:
The Panties Of Yeast Resistance
(I am the lead in the lingerie department. After watching me for 15 minutes, a middle-aged man approaches me as I’m folding underwear. Note that this customer has bothered other female workers and is clearly a panty fetishist.)
Customer: “So, I’m buying some panties for my teenage daughter. Are these something that she would like?” *hands me a satin thong*
Me: “It depends on your daughter, but the pattern on them is nice.”
Customer: “But, will she like them? You’re about the same age. Do you wear panties like these? You said that they were nice. Do you own a pair of these panties?”
(I’ve worked in lingerie for awhile now and know what this customer is up to.)
Me: “Oh no, sir. Thongs are very bad for vaginal health. They help bacteria move from the anus to the vulva area and can cause urinary tract infections. Plus, cotton underwear really are the best, as satin doesn’t breathe properly and can lead to yeast infections.”
Customer: *stunned silence, turning red*
Me: *leads him to the “granny panty” section* “Really, these would be the best for your daughter. They’re the only underwear that I’ll wear! It’s best for her vaginal health. This four-pack is very economical. Is there anything else I can help you with?
Customer: *drops satin underwear and walks away very fast*
Me: “Have a great day!”
(My manager saw the exchange and gave me a high-five. The customer still bought underwear from us, but he never bothered another female worker again!)
From here. But that comes with a link warning, due to rotating ads that autostart both video and audio. So if you leave that window open in a tab, it will randomly shout at you. Forever. Even if you pause the video ad the first time it shouts at you. Totally not cool.
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Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
The Nymph would totally buy/wear these panties, oh yes she would.
Via Kinky Delight.
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Saturday, July 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’ve always liked panties of a minimalist nature. Of course, I go to extremes — in my book the best panties are no panties at all! But I’m willing to make an exception for these:
That’s art by John Kacere as seen at Unscathed Corpse.
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Wednesday, March 28th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This infographic pretty much nails the underwear selection process at our house. Or, at least, it nails mine pretty well. The Nymph’s flowchart is, I think, somewhat different from this one; her underwear selection process follows some similarly lengthy and slow-to-execute algorithm, but in fairness there’s less buying of new stuff on her flowchart.
From C-Section Comics.
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Sunday, June 12th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I know a girl who needs these panties in a bad way … I wonder if anybody makes them in a modern version?
Via Frequently Felt.
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Thursday, May 5th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
“I’m sorry I got here late. I had to stop and help a couple of girls get over a fence.”
Wednesday, May 4th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know about you, but if I saw this on the street, it would certainly brighten my day:
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Sunday, March 6th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I imagine (I hope?) that the “cocks” she’s encouraging are a sports team. Even if so, you have to admire her cheerleader zeal:
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Monday, January 24th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
If you ever wondered about Gwyneth Paltrow’s panties, now I’ve got a photo to satisfy your wonderings:
Photo is from Dlisted, where I don’t think they have their priorities entirely in order; they say: “It’s a good thing Gwyneth Paltrow had on her favorite pair of $400 ‘working mother’ panties made from the cocoons of organic mulberry silkworms, or else we’d all get a clear shot of her apple maker.”
They say that like it would be a bad thing…
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Monday, November 15th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Behind the following link is an animated .gif that some of you won’t be able to stop watching:
Click here for an endless bottom squeezing!
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Thursday, October 28th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This is a post about attribution, with digressions; but it also has a damned fine photograph in it.
Let’s start with the photograph, in the degraded condition that I first found it in. It was a large-format version of this:
What are your first impressions of this photo?
I’ll tell you what my first and second impressions were. First impression: It’s a very attractive pic, despite being fully-clothed and very soft-core, because the girls have shapely asses and the schoolgirl outfits are quality fetish fuel. Second impression: But it’s also transgressive as hell! The girls are right there in a church, kneeling on an altar bench of some sort in front of a nun, showing their panties and pretty asses to the camera. Surely that’s not right!
And right about then my third impression kicked in, in which the blogger internal voice was speaking louder than the porn-viewer/art-critic voice: “Hey, you’re wasting my time, I can’t use this shit at all! In fact I don’t dare put this visually excellent shit within a mile of my server, because I’ve got no idea who made it, it’s got no watermark, and most importantly you perv, we’ve got no fucking idea how old those girls are … they’re pretty full-figured, but for all you could prove by that photo, they might be the tweener daughters of a United States senator with an iron rod up his butt, and how fucked would you be then?
Packed into that paragraph are the seeds of several digressions, into which I shall now dive with a quarter of the verve and none of the panache that a digressory artist like Neal Stephenson would bring to the digressory project:
Prefatory Digression: No. So far as I am aware, “digressory” was not actually a word before I made it up, just now.
Digression the First: The lack of a watermark explains why I’m not going to tell you where I found this photo. There are Tumblr sites that routinely strip the watermarks off of the porn they “repost” from around the web, and this was one of those Tumblrs. Sometimes such a crop makes aesthetic sense (you’ll often find me doing this on ErosBlog) but there’s no excuse for not giving a text credit in such cases. I simply don’t feel that sites which are actively and aggressively working to break the chain of attribution deserve to be included in the chain of attribution.
Digression the Second: Attribution is important for more reasons than giving honor and credit to the artists and producers. Specifically, in porn, attribution is one of the ways people can pay attention to whether the porn they view, enjoy, and reproduce is ethical. As I wrote long ago, knowing where your porn comes from and who makes it, under what conditions, is how you make sure that the models aren’t making it against their will or under other awful conditions. If you merrily strip all the watermarks off the porn you reblog all day, you make it easier for unethical porn producers to flourish and harder for consumers to hold porn producers accountable. Branding in porn is a good thing. Brand-stripping? Not so much.
Digression The Third: Isn’t it actually a little bit odd that the age of the girls loomed so large in my thoughts so quickly, given that they are rather heavily clothed and exposing nothing more salacious than some rather sedate panties? It would take a whole blog post to unpack that one, so let me just assert for our foreign audience that the local cultural imperatives are even stronger than the legal risks: In the United States it really isn’t a good idea to post pictures when you aren’t damn sure that the models are legal adults, even when they are fully clothed and engaged in nothing sexual. That’s so even where, as here, you can tell from style and context alone that the photograph is very likely to be a glamor/fashion/porn shot done with adult models dressed to tweak our cultural fascination with youth. Moral confidence is not enough; you really want to know, if you want to stay safe from the mobs with torches and pitchforks.
Enough digression. So there I was, thirty seconds into my encounter with this photograph, thinking it was a lovely, sexy, softcore, heavily transgressive, fetishy, pervy shot, probably something from a fashion shoot like this one. But I’m also absolutely convinced that I’m wasting my time admiring this photograph, because there’s an-ever-so-slight chance it comes from some weird European or Japanese source and the girls really are way too young to be admired in the way we like to admire women on ErosBlog. Worse yet, there’s a much bigger chance that I’ll simply never be able to identify the source of the photo well enough to rule out that slight-but-crippling possibility.
By now I’m mentally cussing out whomever it was that stripped this photo of any context, provenance, watermark, or identifying information it might have had before they Tumbled it. Fuckers.
However, all was not lost. The Tineye Reverse Image Search fails me utterly about nine times out of ten — their database of photographs is simply not large enough — but when it succeeds, it can save my blogging life. This was one such time. This time, there were some results, the best of which took me to a notorious Russian image-stealing forum. But that was not a bad result, because the picture there had its original watermark. And hey wow, doesn’t this brand name put a whole ‘nother complexion on the photograph?
Be sure to click this one for a nice big version. Club Jenna is a highly famous and reasonably respectable porn brand, and Jenna Jameson is for damned sure no schoolgirl; indeed, at a publicly-claimed 36 she’s getting a bit long in the tooth by the unforgiving standards of the industry, not that her legions of gallant and loyal fans would ever say so. In this picture, she appears with Ashton Moore, who is the same public age.
So, despite fetish fuel schoolgirl outfits and tiny little backpacks and a knee-jerk reaction from me that would have made the old 1980s Tipper Gore proud, the actual photo turns out to be one from a series shot for a wildly-popular porn site by a pair of almost middle-aged very big-name porn stars. If it weren’t for TinEye, I wouldn’t have been able to blog about it; I would have just cursed a stale curse, as indeed I do a dozen other times every day, and passed the photo by.
This time, I’m glad I didn’t have to do that.
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Monday, October 18th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I am going to offer this post from Spanking Blog as evidence in support of the argument that sometimes, photos of a girl wearing panties are “dirtier” than the same photos would be if she was not wearing them. Of course, I mean “dirtier” only in the nicest and most erotic way…
No pictures here, because you can’t really see what I mean at the small size anyway, you’ve got to click through for the big detailed photos.
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Monday, April 26th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
I thought the best scene in the otherwise-forgettable movie Good Luck Chuck was the bit where the Jessica Alba character catches her skirt in a car door, loses the skirt, and has her penguin panties revealed to the world.
Now, there’s an animated .gif, so you don’t need to watch the movie:
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Monday, January 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
It’s a little unclear in this thumbnail, but if you click through to the large version at Kinky Delight, you can see that the women of this bridal party have chosen to label their panties, presumably to avoid any drunken confusion that might later be regretted:
The two bridesmaids on the left are labeled “Bridesmaid”, the bride herself has sensibly gone with “Mrs. [illegible]”, and the woman on the right is wearing panties that say “Maid Of Honor”.
Friday, October 9th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
The Nymph and I went to see Whip It (starring Ellen Page) the day before yesterday, and we pronounced it good.
If there’s anybody out there wondering what her bottom looks like, I must report that it does not appear (unclad) in this movie. However, without giving too much away, I can report that viewers are treated to an extended scene in which her bottom is on athletic display in soaking wet underwear.
Why, yes, yes I do feel like a dirty old man for noticing, thank you for asking!
Monday, August 24th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Panties, they just keep falling down:
Stolen from something that looks Swedish. In the original, she says “Hjälp!”
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Thursday, February 12th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Maybe my standards for “art” are too low, but I’d classify this as another example of art photography discovered among the porn:
From The Training Of O.
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