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Monday, October 21st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
This pleasant and pastoral scene of seduction is from an old French postcard, perhaps one of the famous Studio Biederer / Ostra Studios postcard series:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Sunday, June 4th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
One of my fauns (and yes, they all work for me, am I not Bacchus?) caught a pretty lady down by the river. Of course she didn’t mind being caught even a little, because my boys are very good at what they do:
Artist is T. Mertens.
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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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Tuesday, January 4th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
Today we are casting our minds back to that benighted age, ending sometime in the 20th century, in which your options for hooking up and sneaking away for some fast nookie were much more limited than today. It’s possible that people these days have been spoiled by the easy ability to use an online dating app or sex hookup site to make fast and easy sexual connections. And, too, nowadays it’s so very much easier to find space and privacy for a quick tryst. You need quite a bit of historical perspective (or to be even older than me) to remember that once upon a time, you couldn’t even rent a motel room without persuading the front desk clerk you were honestly and thoroughly married to your companion of the hour. You were better off looking for a pleasant meadow with an apple tree in it, or a secluded sand dune at the beach.
That’s why the automobile (and before it, the horse and carriage) were such liberatory sexual technologies in their day. It’s not easy to explain to the youth of today that once upon a time, the humble picnic was a notorious and successful technology of seduction. Pack a picnic basket, repair with your would-be lover to a pleasant and private rural scene, enjoy some bottles of wine and nice sandwiches, tickle somebody with a wildflower, another bottle of wine, perhaps a bit of “sunbathing” or a quick dip in the brook… That shit worked. And it was popular with just about everybody, too. Maybe it took more planning and logistics than a hookup app, and possibly even a horse or two. But it was what they had to work with, so they did it, with enthusiasm, gusto, and panache.
So notorious was “taking your date on a picnic” that popular culture abounds with salacious and comic references. Everybody understood that a picnic for two was likely to be for sex. And thus sex-adjacent jokes abounded. This being also the era of the comic postcard, it’s not at all hard to find postcards joking naughtily about sex picnics. There are hundreds of them!
I honestly think this is one of the reasons why people consider sexual puns and double-entendre such a low form of humor. These jokes are just so easy to make! For every man with a fishing pole, a pretty girl, and a fishing basket, there’s guaranteed to be a wise-ass kid in the bushes asking if he’s getting lucky:
I have no data, but I think the popularity of seduction-picnics has declined in recent decades. It’s not so easy these days to find picnic locations that are secluded and private enough for picnic-blanket nookie. But if and when you find yourself in a suitable spot, I highly recommend giving it a try!
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Monday, December 16th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
What do the fauns and nymphs get up to, there in the forest, when nobody is watching? We all know, but nobody much talks about it:
Artwork is Faun und Nymphe by Alfred Schwarzschild.
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Tuesday, May 21st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Early tube radios didn’t plug into the wall; wall current wasn’t all that ubiquitous anyway, and radio tube technology of the time worked easily on DC voltage most easily delivered by dry-cell batteries, albeit fairly large and heavy ones. So this heavy “portable” radio is not as bizarre as it seems to modern sensibilities. And it certainly seems to have been effective for our high-tech dapper dandy as a tool of flapper seduction!
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Sunday, April 21st, 2019 -- by Bacchus
It is a rule of courtship and a “pro tip” as old as the human species. If you want to court a young lady, whether for marriage or romance or a quick shag up against the wall, nothing works as well as first charming her mother. The only error in executing this strategy is to assume that it has limits — but that was not a mistake this enterprising young GI made here:
Cartoon is from the July 1974 issue of Army Laughs magazine. Caption reads “Dear, it’s time you met our daughter’s new steady.”
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Thursday, January 3rd, 2019 -- by Bacchus
It looks like our soccer dude has just been deprived of his pants — somewhat to his surprise. And he’s about to be drained of some of his vital essences. Does European football have a tradition of aggressive “cougar” fans who lurk in locker rooms and ravish sweaty sports heroes?
Artwork is from the cover of Infedelta #7.
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Saturday, November 10th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Nobody defines “hard act to follow” like Rudolf Valentino. This may be why the 1977 biopic Valentino was a flop — who could play him? But Rudolf Nureyev gave it the old college try, and this lobby card and poster art suggests he at least looked the part:
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Wednesday, March 28th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Sometimes you just want to sit your ass on a cushion and eat a piece of fruit, but old boy just will not stop mackin’ up on your neck:
This is another illustration by Paul-Emile Bécat from that 1948 edition of La Vie Des Dames Galantes. (More information and links in my previous post.)
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Saturday, July 29th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Seduction was a different and apparently more hazardous business back in the 1920s, but a bold man could make some progress, as in this cartoon by Field Smith in The Merry Magazine (March 1929):
The caption reads:
She: “I never thought you would dare to kiss me!”
He: “Well, there was a good deal of danger about it, so — er — I thought we’d better face it together.”
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Friday, June 2nd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
This artwork is part of a larger vintage piece that I have not had time to track down a provenance for. My guess is that it will prove to be a watercolor plate from some 100-year-old novel of dubious propriety.
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Monday, March 7th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
The American women I have known who belly dance as hobbyists (and I’ve known several) have each had a quirky thing in common. At the drop of a sequin, or at the first hint of a risqué comment, or sometimes with no provocation whatsoever, any of them would deliver a stiff-necked and puritanical little speech about the venerable art of belly dance.
Belly dancing, they would proclaim, is an utterly non-sexual practice. What’s more, they would have you know, belly dance “in its proper cultural and historical context” has nothing whatsoever to do with stripping, and even less than nothing to do with any of the more intimate models of sex-work. (These were 1990s women, though, so they didn’t say “sex work.” They said “prostitution”, loading each syllable with disgust.)
Festooned with their coin belts and sequined bras and tasseled shawls and fringed wraps and at least the proverbial seven layers of veils, any of these women could almost sell you this load of sex-negative codswallop. But when they’d go back out on the dance floor and start to shimmy, the spell would break. Whatever its “proper historical and cultural context” may be, belly dance with all of its artifices and accouterments is manifestly a time-tested and well-honed technology for raising and hardening the penises of men.
If you require further evidence of this straightforward proposition, I offer you the photographs illustrating this post. Our belly dancing model goes by the unlikely name of Kissa Sins, and as her photos make clear, she definitely does not view belly dancing as an art that’s in any way distinct from its power to arouse!
You can find Kissa’s belly dance seduction and blowjob performance as the second-to-last scene on Happy Endings Volume 2 from Brazzers Studios.
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Saturday, January 23rd, 2016 -- by Bacchus
This is precisely the sort of photograph that allows me to predict the future:
My prediction? Dude, Alexia Gold aka “Miss Goldie” is about to take your pants off. You’re not going to object. After that, the possible futures diverge, but in all of them, her face ends up kinda messy.
Photo credits: Velvet Ecstasy.
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Thursday, June 4th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
She had 90 seconds to convince him to unbutton his pants. She used the time wisely:
From House of Taboo, which is part of the DDF Network.
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Saturday, November 8th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
She was having a quiet afternoon in her art studio. He was bored, and looking for fun. So, he pounced on her with lust in his heart and with his hands full of soft bondage rope:
However, somehow they never quite manage to get around to the “her getting properly tied up” part. He was having too much fun painting her nipples with ice water, and she was too:
From Sssh.com.
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Wednesday, September 11th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Charlie Glickman’s essay “Playing The Long Game” is all about remembering that all your interactions, flirtations, and seductions don’t happen in an isolated bubble of time. You move through a community and everyone’s availability ebbs and flows with the unpredictable changes that happen to all of us:
When it comes to creating a sexual connection with someone, one of the most useful things you can do is play the long game.
That means that rather than only focusing on what can happen tonight or right now, you lay the foundation for the future. Of course, there’s still plenty of possibility for a hook-up or a one-night thing or having sex on the first date, if that’s what you both want. But even in those situations, playing the long game means creating opportunity for a future connection with that person…
Thursday, June 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
In an entertaining-sounding 1962 cookbook for would-be seducers, we find this wisdom about appetite:
What we are concerned with here is the delectable and subtle art of luring, tempting, enticing, leading someone into going to bed with you in the most delightful way possible. For if the seduction is planned artfully, it can whet your sexual appetite in the same way that a piquant hor d’oeuvre prepares your palate for the main course to come.
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The urge to eat and the urge to procreate are basic, natural and deliciously intertwined … and certainly no other method of seduction is as healthful or nourishing. No matter what else may go wrong, at least you’ve had a good meal.
It may be worth nothing here the three sorts of appetite described by Dumas père in his Dictionary of Cuisine – as applicable to sexual hunger as to gastronomic.
- Appetite that comes from hunger. It makes no fuss over the food that satisfies it. If it is great enough, a piece of raw meat will appease it as easily as a roasted pheasant or a woodcock.
- Appetite aroused, hunger or no hunger, by a succulent dish appearing at the right moment, illustrating the proverb that hunger comes with eating.
- The type of appetite that is roused at the end of a meal when after normal hunger has been satisfied by the main courses, and the guest is truly ready to rise without regret, a delicious dish holds him to the table with a final tempting of his sensuality.
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Saturday, September 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This story makes me shake my head:
At one point the subject turned to sex and the difference between making love and fucking, and gentle and rough sex.
Mr. Suit was quite opinionated and said he thought that only whores liked rough sex.
After noticing that I had been kind of quiet for a bit he turned to me, put his hand on my leg, and asked me what was wrong.
As I gently but firmly removed his hand, I told him “ummmm, nothing’s really wrong, I just think that you spent a lot of money tonight taking a whore out to dinner, and she’s not gonna fuck you.”
The obvious part is, dude shot himself down by being fetish-negative and judgmental about rough sex before he took the elementary precaution of finding out how his dinner companion felt about it. Stupid!
Hardly the first time, though, that a man’s arrogant assumptions cost him in lost nookie opportunities.
But in my book, he committed double-extra-stupidity by using “whore” pejoratively. It’s one of those words — like “cunt” when it’s used as an insult — the utterance of which implies a huge package of the speaker’s bad attitudes toward women in general. Definitely not a word to trot out when you’re wining-and-dining!
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Thursday, April 28th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
“Whether a pretty woman grants or withholds her favors, she always likes to be asked for them.”
Saturday, October 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Learn the pipes. Play the pipes. Trust the pipes. The pipes will come through for you:
But only, perhaps, if you are a minor forest deity. Your mileage may vary.
(I’d really like a provenance for this art; right now, I don’t have any.)
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Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 -- by Bacchus
Much as I enjoyed (re)publishing the naked pictures of Sophia Loren’s boobies from her 1950s French-movie semi-nude harem scene, the truth of the woman is that she could be seductive wearing a gunny sack. Or, in this case, a black corset and pearls:
I’m told (and why have I never seen this movie?) that this is a scene from The Millionairess, in which she spends the whole flick failing to seduce a character played by Peter Sellers. (Details here; thanks to Silent Porn Star for the link.) Youtube has the scene:
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
Slash fiction isn’t usually much on the menu around here. But in keeping with the theme from Sunday, I can’t resist posting this little gem involving the practical jokes of elves. Herewith: What to Do with a Tied Up Marchwarden by Khylaren and Larien Elengasse:
The proud marchwarden of Lothl?rien was nude and trussed neatly like a wild turkey, left for the seneschal of Rivendell to find.
“Well,” he drawled softly, crouching down next to Haldir. “Someone left me a wee gift.” He grinned inwardly as he saw the Marchwarden stiffen at the insult. There was nothing small about the L?rien Elf, and Glorfindel knew it. Broad shouldered and slim hipped; the other warrior was easily as tall as the Vanya.
Haldir’s eyes narrowed above the gag that prevented him from speaking, but his expression was plainly read; this was not his idea.
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His perfect lips pursed slightly as he considered his options. Ravishment? No, he did not think that would do at all, for Haldir did not seem to be the type to be ravished. Seduction? Ah, yes, that was the answer. It was the key to unlocking the chains of composure that bound Haldir so tightly. The question was, how to seduce such a creature, and make him give into the need he so obviously suffered from? And to make him delight in giving in to it.
Haldir turned his head to the side, studying the shadowed profile of the Elf lying next to him, wondering if Glorfindel had fallen into reverie. He was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry at the seneschal’s treatment of him; swatting his behind like a naughty Elfling! And then leaving him this way, trussed up with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but feel the delicious ache of desire that had build steadily within him. He closed his eyes in frustration, and felt the mattress dip slightly as Glorfindel rolled to face him.
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