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Polaroid, Inspired

So, I'm pretty sure this is a modern photo with a "polaroid" plug-in added (complete with the fake thumb print in the corner). But even if it's not truly vintage, it's still unquestionably sexy. 

So sexy.

Rocking her pits

Here's a girl proud. Go girl.

(Originally posted on Hairy Pits Club.)

Bettie, oh so bad.

As long as we're showing some sexy vintage photos that are a little small and of lower resolution quality, I thought I'd share a couple rare images of Bettie Page, the iconic pinup. 

Bettie modeled in an era of the Comstock Law, which meant any image that wasn't clearly "art" could be  deemed "lewd" and send the model, photographer, and publisher/distributor to jail. Since there's no clearcut line between "art" and "porn," courts often made the arbitrary distinction of "can you see pubic hair?" 

"Art" like a Greek statue, had no pubic hair, whereas "dirty" pictures showed pubes. As a result, the famous images of Bettie performing bondage in her spike heels and bull whips don't show her nude at all. No nipples, and certainly no pubes. In that way, the sexual content was implicit rather than explicit. And although some could easily argue that the bondage images are far more "lewd" than the simple sight of a pubic patch, the clothed, but implied BDSM Bettie were harder for a court to rule on what exactly was breaking the law. 

So it is very rare to see an image of Bettie (or any famous model from the 1930s-1950s) posing the way we see today--girls with open legs, splaying and spreading for the camera. Luckily, these images of Bettie survived. Although the image quality is not the best technically, if you can imagine it being taken with a digital camera today, it would certainly have a very contemporary feel. Bettie was certainly 50 years ahead of her time.

Free Bird

“I love to swim in the nude and roam around the house in the nude. You’re just as free as a bird!” 
– Bettie Page

Summer Memory

I know this image is a little small (we try to keep our images fairly high rez) but isn't this just gorgeous? Three beautiful women sunning themselves on a flat rock. A lovely summer memory, long ago.

Bad Ass

Marge Monday

Marge loves her wine. Gets her in a mood for some special snuggles.

The secrets that get kept

Some things you just don't tell new boyfriends. Some things you don't even tell best girlfriends. Some things you keep to yourself. She wasn't ashamed, or proud. She wasn't trying to hide, or brag about it. That's the thing when you do something really naughty. It's not one way or another. All good or all bad. 

For her, the naughtiest thing she'd done in her life was during spring break. She was really drunk and she took a random guy back to her motel room for a quickie. She knelt on the bed. He didn't even unknot her  bikini. He fucked her hard and fast in the ass. She wasn't expecting it, but she hadn't stopped him. It hurt and it felt good. He pulled out and shot his load on her butt. Then he walked out and she never saw him again. It happened so fast, and yet it also felt like the moment was the longest moment of the entire spring break.

Poolside

Nice Move

She's riding her fella and then decides to reach back...

Favorite View

One of the very best views you can have of sex.

Bike Bottomless on Beach

She was on vacation, making a road trip from Portland down to Northern California to check out the Redwoods.  She had never been. She assumed the Redwoods would be packed with tourists, and in some parts, they were, but the forest also stretched 100s of miles, and if you got on side roads, and then forest roads, you could be totally alone. She had her mountain bike, which let her get farther than the tourists in the parking lots and visitor centers. 

More than once, she got out a ways to herself, felt warm from the sun and the light exercise, and decided to peel off her shorts. The bike seat was smooth and slippery compared to the chaffing of her clothes. She loved the pressure and rubbing on her clit. She could make herself cum on a bike seat. Something she'd discovered when she was much younger, but something she didn't have many occasions to practice and enjoy. 

The Nextdoor Babysitter

When my sister and I were younger, the nextdoor neighbor, Marisa, was our babysitter. She had long, wavy, sandy blonde hair, much like Farah Fawcett, who we watched on Charlie's Angles. Everyone loved Farah. And Marisa was like our own real-life Farah. Everything about her was older and mature, and although we couldn't define it, sexually-charged.

Marisa loved hanging out in our backyard, on the redwood deck. She loved tanning. Back then, no one really knew any of the dangers we know now. AIDs hadn't been discovered, and the only thing girls like Marisa worried about was getting pregnant before high school graduation. 

In the late 70s, everything seemed sexual. All the TV sitcoms were loaded with sexual innuendo, even silly ones like "Three's Company" often played off of the current trends of swinging and casual sex. Films strived to get an R rating, just to drive audience, and so nearly every movie seemed to have a gratuitous topless shot. Perhaps for this reason, going topless was seen as trendy, and very "grown up." 

When Marisa did her sunning on our back deck, she spread out my baby blanket, which had been a patchwork quilt made by my great-grandma durning the Depression, and then handed down over the generations. Marisa loved it's soft well-worn calico fabrics to lay out on. She'd walk out in her very cool rainbow bikini. Then casually peel off her top and lay back, topless, and soak up rays.

I remember in 5th grade we had our first "sex ed" class at school. The teacher had a drawing of a male and a female at every step of puberty, lined up like a stair case. It was easy to spot which stage my sister was--small swells of breasts, but before the "curves" of a more mature woman. Marisa, on the other hand, had the full rounded breasts of the last and final stages of womanhood. She was 18, a high school senior; that meant the final and last chapter of youth. 

The next year, she'd be gone to college. My sister and I would be old enough to watch ourselves. But I missed being able to watch Marisa. Sure, I spied on her from my bedroom window. I don't know if she knew, or cared. To me, she was a role model of being comfortable and confident with her body. 

Outdoor Yoga

It's been a while since we posted something yoga related here on Sexy Sex. So in that spirit, here's a post to all those who appreciate outdoor yoga. Body. Nature. Harmony.

Morning Dressing

Hey

Nettie Harris may be the hottest art model in America right now. Damn.

photo by cameraforaface(?)

Old School

The Notorious Nettie

Here's a photo of Nettie Harris, my new favorite model. Such a cutie. It reminds me of classic images from the era of film noir. There's a little bit of a naughty Lauren Bacall vibe here, or the mystery and allure of Hitchcock. What an amazing photo. Sorry don't know who the photographer is. 

Higher Education

What she really learned in college.

Girlfriend and green bra

Baby Blue

So cute! Sometimes there's nothing to say but wow. Somewhere at some point some art director just got it right.

Nettie

I don't know who this is, but I believe it is a model is named Nettie Harris. She's gorgeous. 

I also don't know who the photographer is, but one of the things I love most about this series is that it looks so much like self portraits. I had a girlfriend patricia who once tested out a new camera and flash by mounting it on a tripod. setting the self timer, and standing in various positions and various states of undress on her bed.

It also reminds me of a time several years ago when I was interview applicants for a photo assistant job. After about a dozen interviews, one young woman, about 23 years old and newly out of college came in. She had a three-ring folder of photos as her portfolio. It was a photography class she'd taken in college. One of the assignments was self-portrait. And she had a series of her doing self-timer nudes. Very similar to this series. Being in the interview, I could only glance at them.  They were all a little underexposed  in the lamp light of her dorm room, but she had an amazing body, and I wanted to study those images for hours.

Photo Friend

Q: What's sexier than a girl kissing another girl? 

A: A girl photographing a girl kissing a girl!

Marge Monday

Naughty Marge likes to spreads a little pink for Homer.

See honey, it's not that bad.

Pose with plug

We'd taken sexy photos before. She was an enthusiastic model and loved the excuse to buy and show off  lingerie. We'd hang a white sheet for a backdrop and she'd step into the role of model and I'd fulfill the role of fashion photographer. 

Once, when she was modeling an especially sexy white outfit (bra, thong, garter and stockings) she wanted to do something new. She looked around for a prop to incorporate, and seeing the red butt-plug, decided to use that. 

High School Girlfriend

New Lingerie

Must be a special occasion if she's got new lingerie. Then again... who needs a special occasion for new lingerie? It is an occasion in itself.

Surfer Girl

Running back from the ocean after surfing a set of great waves. 

(It wasn't a nude beach.) She didn't care. One couple passed by as they walked. Apparently, they didn't care either. 

Too many people keep their clothes on because they feel they have to. They worry about offending others or breaking the law. 

Legally, nudity isn't what's illegal--it's often "lewd and lascivious behavior" that's illegal. In order to prove "lewd and lascivious behavior" in court, the prosecution much prove that the exposing of genitals for intended to shock or arouse unsuspecting viewers. 

And frankly, most people are pretty accepting and open minded. More often than not, they chuckle, and look away, and look back again, and chuckle, and maybe make a joke, "ya don't see that every day..." but inside are applauding the act of courage and nodding at the rebellion of harmlessly breaking social norms. In some ways, they may glance back a final time with some regret and sadness, thinking, "I wish I took on life like that."

Her Time

Who hasn't thought of this (or done it!)

European Style

Why does it always seem like Europeans have a better grasp of sex than Americans?

I wish we didn't have such a strong Puritan heritage. This looks like a lot of fun.

Arty

Amazing Bettie

Oh the amazing Bettie Page. Forever a classic. Here's a lovely rare photo, not only in color, but a much more revealing pose than usual. (Small historic note: Because of the Comstock Law, any material shipped through the US Mail deemed "obscene" could be confiscated and prosecuted in court.) Playboy, for example, never showed pubic hair in the 50s and early 60s, because revealing a woman's most intimate parts was seen as clearly lewd.

This lovely image not only show's Bettie's womanly parts, but has a gentle, almost tender mood that is far from her silly, smiling whips and ropes and stiletto heels that became part of her icon. 

First Summer Outing

She had been inside all winter. She'd worn long sleeves and sweaters. The weather wasn't hot yet, but started to smell like summer. The grass had turned green. She could smell pine sap and wood smoke in the air. She just had to strip off her layers and feel the cool outdoor air against her skin, so pale and sensitive.

Happy Flag Day

Flag Day commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States, which happened by resolution of the Second Continental Congress, June 14th, 1777.


Here's a salute to our founding fathers and their vision of granting us, the future Americans, the right to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." 

Fun in the Sun

Marge Monday: That '90s Show

The Simpson family are freezing inside their house since Homer had not paid the heating bill, thinking that global warming would compensate for his ineptitude. Bart and Lisa, searching for items to feed the fire, discover a box containing a degree belonging to Marge from Springfield University. Even more shocking than the discovery of Marge's previously unknown college years, is a snapshot photo taken apparently during Marge's time at Springfield U.

In it, Marge is wearing nothing but a transparent nightie. Her pubic patch is shaved into a landing strip, the popular style of the '90s. She has inscribed the photo, "Love Marge" as a sexy gift in the time before digital images, email, and sexting.

Homer and Marge claim it was from their dating years (which chronologically contradicts the back story established in earlier episodes). Marge and Homer proceed to describe one of the darker points of their relationship, the 1990s.

In the '90s, Homer and Marge are happily dating, living together in an apartment. Marge is an avid reader, and Homer is part of an R&B group alongside Lenny, Carl, and Lou the cop. One morning, Marge learns that she had been accepted into Springfield University, but is shocked at the high cost of tuition. 

Homer gives up his dream of becoming a musician and instead decides to work at his dad's popular laser tag warehouse in order to pay for it, where he is abused by the children. At Springfield University, Marge is impressed with her surroundings and with the radically politically correct Revisionist history professor Stefane August, despite Homer's disapproval.

Marge, enchanted with her new-found perspective from her professor, breaks up with Homer. There is a short period where Marge and Homer are separated before eventually getting back together. Marge claims that nothing happened during the time, and that she and Professor August only kissed. Homer, not wanting to imagine otherwise, decides to believe her. He tries not to think about it, especially the one nagging detail: how did Marge take the photo of herself in the nightie if her old non-digital camera didn't have a self-timer? Also, there's a beer in the shot, and Marge loves wine, but not beer. And the book, open at her feet is a sex ed textbook. Did Marge get more of an education at Springfield U than she was willing to admit?

Personal massager

When she saw the "personal massager" at the Walgreens, she chuckled. She knew the rumor that the personal massagers weren't just for rubbing sore muscles. In fact, she wondered if any had ever bought a personal massager for actual massage. As she stood in the aisle and contemplated this, she realized she had been staring at the box, and subconsciously getting aroused. Just thinking about masturbation has triggered a Pavlovian response from her body. She could feel the tingle between her legs and the warmth in her belly she always felt. Her nipples were swollen and tender. And she was flushed from being aroused and also embarrassed. She didn't want to grab the personal massager and take it to the check out. But she also didn't want to leave the store without it. She was now dying to try it, and couldn't just go home and use her hand as always. She had to have it.

Soft Slip

The Pause

There is a moment when she is just has to pause her attention from the cock in front of her because the cock penetrating her from behind is giving her so much intense pleasure.