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Wednesday, September 28th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Honestly, it’s no shame for a young woman of passion and romantic imagination to be seduced by a satyr she chances to meet in the woods. Seduction, after all, is a satyr’s core competence. It’s literally what they do. However, it’s perhaps a little bit humiliating when he runs off with your underthings (is that a chemise?) as a stolen trophy. That’s just rude!
The full artwork (the above is a detail) is titled Le Trophée; it originally appeared in a risque French magazine called Paris Plaisirs. Artist credit is given as “Ch. de Lugo”. There’s a caption “Mas, que dira moman?” — loosely, “What will my mother say?”
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Thursday, August 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
The ancients have much to apologize for when it comes to the sorry state of sport, and if you don’t believe me, just watch a 21st-century Olympiad. But to their credit they did invent a few jolly sportive frolics, among which nymph chasing ranks high in my esteem:
Artwork is by Norman Pett.
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Monday, July 9th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
This Bacchante has just discovered precisely why the wild woods and windswept islands in which she takes such joy remain so wild and windswept. It’s not that she hasn’t been hoping to meet this legendary satyr, she just didn’t expect that there would be quite so much of him:
The artist is said to be Jean Jouy.
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Wednesday, June 6th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
If ErosBlog were the sort of billionaire’s hobby that meant we had purpose-built premises, and commissioned art to put in the colonnaded lobby, this right here is the sort of art I would want to commission to put in it:
If startled ingénues in short dresses, tall shoes, and summery hats suddenly inherit a new set of ancient Mediterranean erotic dreams and obsessions, well, what harm in that?
It would delight me to learn from some student of art history that this is a representation of an actual famous statue that exists in the world (Vatican library, anybody?) but until so informed, I must sadly assume it exists only in the fevered imagination of artist Giovanni Romanini. Let’s just look at the statuary detail, shall we?
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Monday, April 23rd, 2018 -- by Bacchus
In this engaging erotic short story, an old satyr named Encelados is living alone and lonely on the burning shores of Australia, or the Kurengai shore of Van Diemens Land as he styles it. He’s hot and, even though immortal, feeling old. So he trims his fur and goes for a swim and then he meets … well, you can decide for yourself who he meets, although I think she may be a silkie:
Then she rolled away and was hidden, half-hidden, a pale northern creature, a gleam through the long grass.
He waded, and as he did so he felt a change. Unaccustomed, but welcome, that made him feel young again. The cool water ran along the flanks of his cock as it rose and tightened and his balls squirmed, pulling tight. And when he reached the bank, it stood before him, making its own wake, like the prow of a ship.
At the edge, the water came up to his ribs and the tip of his erection nestled in among the roots and the earth of the underbank, and he rested his forearms on the grass and looked at her, full length, for the first time. This was no nymph and no naiad, but something else, something other. She was not dark enough, nor fleshy enough for his Mediterranean world, but slim, strong and pale, with the cheekbones of the far north and eyes as blue as the pack ice. She was arranged artfully…
The story is The Burning Shore by E.T. Costello.
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Monday, December 21st, 2015 -- by Bacchus
Via Kinky Delight, a nymph and satyr at play:
This is “Satyr Satisfies Nymph” by Arthur Fischer, dating to 1900. Here’s a less-cropped version with possibly-more-pleasing color balances:
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Monday, March 9th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
A 1527 satyr, ready for action:
From Kinky Delight.
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