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Tuesday, June 28th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
I do not know and cannot seem to discover the origin of these erotic artworks in a classical style. I’d love to know if they are genuine erotic treasures of great age, or modern homages to our horniest ancestors.
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Thursday, August 13th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
The rich are not like you or me, and I’m told that loving one can sometimes prove to be a disappointment. But in or out of their clothes, they usually offer good value as spectacle. This naked flapper-era chick is no exception:
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Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018 -- by Bacchus
A chance retweeted photo caught my eye and stimulated my curiousity this morning and sent me down a rabbit hole of provenance research.
By the time I surfaced, I had discovered this rather astonishing photo shoot from 100 years ago. It’s said to be by Jules Richard, who is best known for the invention of the portable Vérascope stereocamera, but also quite well known for his erotic photography work.
Sometime between 1908 and 1910 (if the provenance information is correct) he assembled the four lovely models we are enjoying in today’s post at a museum-quality mansion (or a really-persuasive photo studio) for a classically-themed erotic photo shoot.
A bust of my namesake Bacchus supervised the entire thing with beaming avuncular approval:
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Friday, January 6th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Image is from a photographic cabinet card found on Flickr.
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Saturday, August 20th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
The vintage (pre-1930) French erotic movie Massages features the earliest film I have seen of an electric vibrator being used for male arousal and erection-stimulation. It’s interesting because it features a storyline of a man shown to have arousal difficulties. Of course he gets those difficulties quite thoroughly and happily resolved, with the help of two pretty “nurses”, their newfangled electric vibrator, and their professional-level skills with fingers and tongues.
Our story starts when, as one does, our man is leafing through the back pages of his newspaper, looking at and laughing over the ads for bogus “impuissance” treatments:
Wait, did I say “bogus”? Silly me. This was in Paris, before the Nazis came. If your erection needed some assistance, there was genuine help to be found in the back of the newspaper! And because this silent movie has its intertitle cards in both French and English, we can read this next ad right along with our interested Frenchman:
Hey, it seems worth a try, or at least a laugh, right? There follow a few frames in which an offscreen presence speaking via an intertitle card — perhaps his wife? — encourages him to go and “try once more”. So off he goes to the massage parlor “Castle Anthrax” for a professional visit with Dr. Winston and Dr. Piglet. No, wait, that’s rather a different movie. Right, he goes to Lady Irma’s place to find his youth again, in the care of two oh-so-respectable nurses:
These nurses are very high-tech for their times. They have an electric massager!
The vibrator feels very good on his bare butt. He can’t help arching his back and thrusting his buns up into the air:
“But sir! That’s not why you’re here. Now roll over, we have business with your business.”
Have you played with the early wall-current massager/vibrators? I have. No dick that can rise will stay limp for long under those vibrations. And because this is porn — if for no other reason — this dick can rise. It does:
Once the trick is begun, it’s nothing that four professional hands can’t easily encourage:
I am going to go out on the limb and say that our fellow is a happy customer!
It’s at this point that the movie begins to seem quite thoroughly modern, as our nurses collaborate to give the man an efficient double blowjob. I found myself quite charmed by their evident delight in sharing his dick with each other and with the camera:
Lady Irma predicted it: “If you come, you will come again.” Hell yeah, this man’s coming back.
Monday, April 18th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
“You want something your camera-box has never seen before? My sister and I can make that happen!”
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Sunday, February 28th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
That game with the hoop and the stick is usually thought to be for children. But sometimes exception can be made:
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Tuesday, June 9th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
According to Wikipedia, American miniaturist Sarah Goodridge painted this self-portrait of her own breasts in 1828, at the age of 40. She called it Beauty Revealed, and gifted it to Daniel Webster following the death of his wife, perhaps in an effort to get him to marry her. (He didn’t.) The painting is a small watercolor on ivory, said to be thin enough for light to penetrate and give the breasts a certain glow.
Thanks to a loyal ErosBlog reader (who sometimes comments here as “a fan of moral erotica”) for sending this in.
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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Kinky Delight brings us this detail from a vintage erotic stereo card of a nun baring her breasts to the breezes on a hot day a long time ago:
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Friday, June 14th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here she is:
The picture must date from the 1890s or thereabouts. According to Wikipedia, Louys is thought to have taken more than ten thousand erotic photos. Image source: Vintage Lust.
Sunday, September 16th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
It was good advice, so they took it:
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Tuesday, February 1st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Oh, my, yes. I’m sure a little disturbance could be arranged:
Via Usenet.
Monday, January 3rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I suspect I’d trust Violet Blue’s advice on the subject rather further, but one Hugh Morris made a stab in 1936 in The Art of Kissing:
Then, with a series of little nips, bring your lips around from the nape of her neck to the curving swerve of her jaw, close to the ear. Gently kiss the lobe of her ear. But be sure to return to the tender softness of her jaw. From then on, the way should be clear to you. Nuzzle your lips along the soft, downy expanse until you reach the corner of her lips. You will know when this happens because, suddenly, you will feel a strange stiffening of her shoulders under your arm. Kiss her! Kiss her as though, at that moment, nothing else exists in the world. Kiss her as though your entire life is wrapped up into the period of the kiss. Kiss her!
From Variorum of Classic Tracts and Pamphlets.
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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Nice vintage pose. Very nice smile. A “perky” presentation:
Bummer about the wallpaper, though.
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
The demure clothing makes this Vintage Lust pussy flash all the more enticing:
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Thursday, February 25th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
You always gotta love flexi girls, even vintage ones:
From Vintage Lust.
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Monday, February 22nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This looks like another one of those vintage “Oh, Hai!” moments:
From a set at Kinky Delight.
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Saturday, January 9th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
Faustus recently called my attention to Erotic Comics: a Graphic History from Tijuana Bibles to Underground Comix. The many vintage erotic gems to be discovered therein include a well-hung Joe Stalin spreading sexual satisfaction among the proletariat:
Also not to be overlooked: buggery!
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Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Music marketing used to be so much more interesting:
From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.
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Thursday, December 17th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Since yesterday’s foray into modern depravity seems not to have met with universal acclaim, I thought perhaps today we could drop back a century and a decade, and visit the modern depravities of 1900, courtesy of artist Edward Fuchs:
All hail King Richard! All hail King Richard!
Friday, December 11th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Here’s another approach to the sexy phone problem explored the other day. Instead of a sexy phone made of crappy plastic, just use the solid old black rotary (just like Mistress Matisse!) but get yourself a sexy telephone table:
Leather straps and ball gag not included; no batteries required.
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Somebody is going to do a database search on me someday to find out just how often I lazily present an image with the same line: “I love this…” followed by a few words and a picture. But it’s true. On a day when I’m busy (gobble gobble, turkeys to catch!) there are always pictures. So…
I love the pose and the mischievous expressions on these two models:
From Usenet.
Monday, October 19th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
They say bath time is always more fun when you’ve got somebody to scrub your back for you:
From Usenet.
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Monday, August 17th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
I wish this old vintage erotica “wallet photo” had a better image quality, but it will do. I like her smile for the camera:
Monday, August 10th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
Seriously, now. Can a blog ever have too many topless dancing girls?
I didn’t think so either.
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Monday, August 3rd, 2009 -- by Bacchus
This vintage topless photo amused me because of the ambiguity of the model’s gaze. Is she uncertain about taking her top off? Or just looking to the photographer to make sure he likes the way she’s doing it?
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Thursday, May 31st, 2007 -- by Bacchus
I’ve been saying for years that blogging services suck. I said it in 2004 when LiveJournal destroyed a vintage erotica journal that I liked. I said it again in 2006, when, you guessed it, LiveJournal started threatening to suspend users for posting pictures of nipples.
Well, I’m saying it again.
Of course it will come as no surprise that I’m saying it — again — because our old friend LiveJournal (that outfit makes a wonderful bad example!) deleted a bunch of journals for posting dirty stories that management didn’t like.
“Our decision here was … based on what community we want to build and what we think is appropriate within that community and what’s not. We have an awful broad range of discussions and topics and other things going on in LiveJournal, and we encourage other broad-ranging conversations on all sorts of topics. This was a specific case where we felt there was not a reason (for these journals to stay online).”
This is not a censorship issue (it’s their sandbox and their rules). This is not a rights issue. This is a no-brainer “poor stupid fuckers spent years of their lives writing their shit on a blog service that could, and did, turn them off and delete all their posts” issue.
“We felt there was not a reason for these journals to stay online.”
Why in the name of Odin’s enormous penis would you put your creative efforts at the mercy of someone who had the power to say that, and make it stick?
Dude, don’t do that. It hurts.
And it hurts to watch.
I’m telling you for the third time:
Anything worth doing on the internet is worth doing at your own domain that you control.
Aw, hell, I’m going to say it again for the kids on the short bus:
Anything worth doing on the internet is worth doing at your own domain that you control.
And this is for my slowest reader, the guy who is sounding out the words with his finger touching the computer screen, which he can’t see very well because of all the pizza sauce and popcorn butter that gets on there when he does that:
Anything worth doing on the internet is worth doing at your own domain that you control.
Are we clear?
Also, let me be clear: Livejournal is just the bad example here, not an especially bad service. All blogging services have the power to screw you over. The potential screwage is inherent in the nature of what they do.
Use your own domain. (Your registrar won’t care what you write.) Buy your own hosting. (Your host won’t care unless you post something that’s actually illegal.) Own your own shit. Don’t put yourself in the position to be messed with by somebody who can say “we felt there was not a reason” for your blog to be online.
There are other good reasons to own your own shit. We live in the era of the global microbrand. If you do anything creative, your brand identity is tied to your domain, the place where you publish all your creative stuff.
What? You don’t have a domain? You’re still putting all your shit up on a domain somebody else owns? You’re using your stuff to help them build their brand? WTF, HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LISTENING TO ME?
OK, I’m done ranting for comic effect. But I’m not kidding about this stuff. Blogging services still suck. Get your own domain. Control your own shit. Build your own brand, for you. And own it. For you.
You’ll thank me later.
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