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Monday, July 22nd, 2024 -- by Bacchus
Either she’s exceptionally horny for some urgent male company, or she’s pulling off her shirt as an enticing distraction. Why? Well, we don’t know. But my best guess is that she’s got a boyfriend with a pump shotgun crouched down behind that rock to her right, and her job is to lure those belligerent fellows into an ambush:
Artwork is from the May 1973 issue of Adam magazine.
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Friday, July 12th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
I know there must be at least a few of my readers who appreciate the manliest of men, all burly and bronzed by the sun and displaying the capacity for imminent violence:
Artwork is by Hubert Rogers, and originally graced the cover of the May 15, 1935 issue of Adventure magazine.
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Tuesday, May 14th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
This artwork by Barry Waldman was an interior illustration in the December 1958 issue of Real Men magazine, for the story “We Stalked The Ghost That Fed On Human Flesh!”
The caption narrates the topless dancing thusly: “As the sacrificial pig was lifted, a beautiful young woman… writhed in glistening frenzy!”
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Friday, December 10th, 2021 -- by Bacchus
Yes, she woke up looking mighty fine. But now, sadly, the wench is dead.
Or at least, that’s the title of the story she’s in. This artwork (there’s an artist signature lower right, but I can’t make it out) was the front illustration for The Wench Is Dead, a story by Fredrick Brown in the July 1953 issue of Manhunt: Detective Story Monthly:
She sat up in bed and stretched, the covers falling away from her naked body. Beautiful breasts she had, size and shape of half grapefruits and firm. Nice arms and shoulders, and a lovely face. Hair black and sleek in a page-boy bob that fell into place as she shook her head. Twenty-five, she told me once; and I believed her, but she could have passed for several years less than that, even now without make up and her eyes still a little puffy from sleep. Certainly it didn’t show that she’d spent three years as a B-girl, part-time hustler, heavy drinker.
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“About that drink,” I said.
She laughed and threw down the covers, got out of bed and walked past me naked to the closet to get a robe. I wanted to reach for her but I didn’t; I’d learned by now that Billie was never amorous early in the morning and resented any passes made before noon…
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Tuesday, July 21st, 2020 -- by Bacchus
That’s the title of this artwork: And So The Story Ends. It dates from 1927, is by Charles Wheeler, and hangs in the Art Gallery of South Australia. At some point they must have done a nice restoration or cleaning, because all of the other internet photos of this canvas lack the vibrant colors that the gallery photo displays:
I don’t mind admitting I’m more interested in the “end” than I am in the story, but just for my friend Dr. Faustus, here’s a full zoom on the magazine she’s reading. I was hoping to find out what kind of pulp magazine that is, but no joy:
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Sunday, June 16th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
It didn’t take her long to figure out that if they were wearing pressure suits in her bedroom and breathing their own air, they weren’t who she was expecting. Or even from the same planet as the gentleman she was expecting:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Friday, March 1st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Wrangling loaves in and out of a hot brick oven is warm work. You may not see a naked baker every day — aprons are just prudent — but after the apron goes on, there’s certainly no reason to wear much else:
Artwork via the cover of Gigetto #5.
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Wednesday, December 12th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
This pulp-looking art is from a 1970s comic magazine Scream, possibly by the artist “Suso”:
I think our girls are in trouble!
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Saturday, December 1st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Remember travel agents? Remember when every high street and business district and mall in the world had a dozen of them, each with a nicely-dressed window full of posters and displays, all designed to entice you inside so you would buy tickets to some distant, expensive, scenic or exotic destination? Well, this travel agent found a better-than-usual attention-getter for its “Visit Africa” display window:
Honestly I have no idea whether “topless Bedouin-styled belly dancer” was ever a thing, or whether that’s just the colonialist lust-dream invention of a nameless Italian pulp cover artist. The art comes from from the cover of Notti d’Amore #6.
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Monday, November 19th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
You hate to see that sort of thing at this level of play, but yes, my friends, he really did it. He invited her up to his observatory because, he said, the conditions were perfect for “observing Uranus.” And so there she is, over his lap with no pants on:
Artwork is from the cover of Le Avventure Di Cappuccetto Rosso #22.
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Friday, October 12th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
There are a number of possible ways to interpret this artwork, but since our observer has a heavy cop/investigator vibe and the artwork comes from the cover of an Italian scandal pulp, I am going with “caught in the act of adultery”:
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Wednesday, September 12th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
There have been several posts here at ErosBlog exploring the curious recent rise of cuckolding insults on the US political right, as well as the related question of whether “cuck” in its modern usage (or cuckold fears and fantasies generally and historically) is necessarily a racialized concept. It’s become clear to me that there’s a greater racial component than I realized at first, which is probably because my first exposures to notions of cuckoldry came from Victorian porn. Another data point, if you are of a mind to consider Italian pulp cover art as sociological data:
From the cover of Pussycat Gigante #1.
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Sunday, August 26th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Look, I have no fucking idea what is supposed to be going on, here on the cover of Le Aventurre Di Cappuccetto Rosso #23. But I am convinced in the heart of my marrows that the masked topless blonde isn’t even close to looking worried enough about it all. Between the three-fingered (?) duck with his hand in her panties, the hooded criminal unzipping his leather pants, the skeevey stage magician pulling who-knows-what out of his hat, Frankenstein’s own monster waving a mellow greeting from his chill-coffin, and that terrifying doll attacking her from behind, I think she’d be well within her rights to panic and/or flee about now:
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Just another mad scientist, about to push the fatal button. Where do these guys keep getting their pretty victims?
Artwork is from the cover of Jungla #28.
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Wednesday, July 11th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
“One ringy-dingy, two ringy-dingy…” Hooking people up is a lonely job, but sometimes it can be rewarding, especially if you listen in afterwards:
This artwork of the self-pleasuring telephone switchboard operator is from the cover of 1985’s I Casi Della Vita #22.
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Monday, January 1st, 2018 -- by Bacchus
The dyspeptic look on our slightly-mussed hero’s face tells me that he originally brought the rope along on this little safari/expedition with kinky games in mind, but he was emphatically not intending to spend any time tied to a tree himself. Sauce for the goose, it turns out, has a flavor the gander is not enjoying, especially when fed to him by local bandits he had assured her “were entirely a myth” during the planning phase of the trip:
Artwork by Louis Carrière is a detail from this French-language pulp cover originally seen at Au carrefour étrange.
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Friday, November 24th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
The bare-chested lady on the cover of Miss Eros #24 might not be in very much doubt about what Mr. Glowing Metal Fist wants from her, but she understandably doesn’t seem too keen for the power-fisting:
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Tuesday, November 14th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
These femdom illustrations are from three different covers of the French pulp publication Sexopolis; click each one for the uncropped cover:
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Sunday, October 8th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
I’m not the first to have said so, but if you needed any more evidence, here it is: never ever go home on a first date with a stage magician!
Artwork is from the cover of Maldrak #4.
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Tuesday, September 19th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
The artwork of these particular scholarly beauties comes from the cover of an Italian pulp with a title that suggests these ladies aren’t just smart, they actually have a sound financial strategy to fund their higher education, and one that’s not so very rare, either.
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Sunday, June 14th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Word has reached me from my good friend Dr. Faustus at Erotic Mad Science that yesterday’s post marked the beginning of a series of perhaps 20 posts featuring pulp art reconstructions. The series, which is tagged PAR1 for your viewing convenience, is an example of Dr. Faustus’s views on hedonic philanthropy being put into action: he engaged a variety of erotic artists to recreate classic pulp images, bringing us new versions of old art, versions that make explicit what was previously left to the imagination. As he explains:
The basic idea is that we’re delving into the past of old pulp and comics covers and looking for relevant art for modern artists to… sex up a bit. Or rather, a bit more, given that these covers were pretty racy to begin with.
I’m really looking forward to seeing all the images Faustus has commissioned. To give you an idea how it’s going, here are some side-by-side thumbs of the art in yesterday’s first post from the series. On the left is the vintage art from the cover of an Italian pulp magazine; on the right is the 2015 reconstruction by Netherlands artist Frans Mensink:
If you’re still curious about the purpose behind all of this (and you’ve already followed the hedonic philanthropy link), Dr. Faustus has a page here explaining his project in greater detail:
As part of my project of commissioning and publishing art for Erotic Mad Science, I am setting up a series of commissions in recreating various old pulp covers. I love these things: they were lurid and shameless, an attempt to titillate the mid-twentieth century viewer into buying the magazine for the genre-fiction contents within. Of course, they couldn’t be too lurid – the nudity had to (usually) be implied to keep news dealers from getting in trouble with the local prosecutor – but they went pretty far.
One of the delights of living in the twenty-first century is that we have a medium in which we can really let our respective freak flags fly, and this is one of mine. The objective here is create psuedo-pulp covers that make explicit what might only have been hidden before.
Budding erotic artists, are you paying attention? Dr. Faustus is not just explaining himself at this link, he’s actively recruiting additional artists to work on his project. This is paying work, and by my count, Faustus has more than forty pulp covers that he has not yet assigned to anyone, in addition to the approximately twenty that he’ll be publishing during the remainder of June. Get after it!
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Saturday, January 29th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
This pretty blonde comes to us from the cover of a pulp novel called Naked and Alone, found at Deroli:
Saturday, December 20th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
This is just too funny. Plus, for some reason it makes me want to start singing “If I Had A Hammer”:
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