The Age of Dragons

We at Sexy Sex blog unapologetically offer the most kick ass uber nerd porn image we've ever found--

Yes, here's to you D&D Dungeon Masters... to everyone who not only owns every Lord of the Rings movies, but insists they are watched back-to-back. Yes, here's to every Renaissance Faire reenactor, to every kid who read the Legends of King Arthur, or the Chronicles of Narnia, or any old tale of castles and dragons, knights in shining armor and damsels in distress--or damsels in shining armor (as is the case here)...

What else can we say? If this is the penultimate nerd porn, then bring it on!   

Veronica Lake

Veronica Lake. Blue eyes, strawberry blonde, the epitome of the Hollywood femme fatale. She was a Hollywood starlet and classic pin-up. Iconic for her beauty, but infamous for her troubled personal life. 

Veronica was kicked out of a Catholic school as a girl, her mother suffered schizophrenia, and she was reportedly hard to work with on set. One of her co-stars reportedly turned down a chance to work on a project, saying, "Life is too short for two films with Veronica Lake." After a series of failed marriages, she eventually died out of the spotlight, estranged from her children, and alcoholic. 

Despite the dark troubles of her personal life, she remains one of the 20th Century's most striking beauties. Her "peek-a-boo" hair, falling over her right eye, has become the very symbol of the vamp, imitated over and over, such as the cartoon Jessica Rabbit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit."

This lovely color photo, taken likely at the height of her career in the 1940s, shows her gorgeous face, her knock-out figure, and (probably to most people's surprise) a small tuff of strawberry blonde underarm hair. If anyone thinks beautiful women never have underarm hair, show them this. 

Multiple Choice

Who is having more fun?

A. Him
B. Her
C. Whoever is seeing this photo
D. All of the Above

(I would go with D)

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Well, she's clearly not the ugly. So that leaves either the good or the bad. Really could be both: she is damn good looking, and really bad-ass.  I love this image, because it reminds me of all the old "Spaghetti" Westerns I watched as a kid. I can just hear the Ennio Morricone soundtrack as I gaze at this loner gunslinger of the Wild West.


The striking beauty is Claire Rambeau, Playboy's Playmate of the Month for October 1971. She is 20 years old in this photo, and stood just over 6' tall in boots. 

The Devil in Ms. Jones

Elaine Jones loves to post photos of herself. On her tumblr there are 16 pages of shots of herself--some super silly playful, and some downright sultry. We liked shots of her with cats and books and just posing for her computer's buit-in camera or cel phone. Perhaps most of all, we loved the shots where she flashed her lovely underarms.

Pretty darn sexy, Elaine. Nicely done.

Even better

Perhaps the only thing sexier than seeing your girlfriend lick another girl is when she licks her in the back. Then, perhaps, the only thing sexier than that is when her friend returns the favor.

In Griz Country

In college, I loved going over to the grad school housing where Coleen lived. She was in grad school getting her Masters of Library Science. She seemed very old to me at the time, age 25, and having already earned her her bachelor's. She was well read, a clever writer, and always engaging at a cocktail party. 

For her two weeks vacation, she'd always go to her favorite place in the world: Glacier National Park. There she'd make a multi-day trek into the backcountry. 

I asked her if she packed a rifle in grizzly country as all the backwoods Montana packers and guides did. She said no. She figured she was going into their territory and why should she shoot them for her choosing to go into their home? It would have sounded like complete bravado, or a total lie coming from any of my other college friends, but she wasn't lying. She hiked in Glacier and saw several griz, but left them alone and they left her alone.

After two weeks in the back country, I found her back in her apartment, with her futon, her books. Two weeks in the back country and her hair had gone without razor, natural and wild as the Montana rockies. It was one of the sexiest memories I have of her.

Sizzle

OMG. What can we say but sizzling smoking sexy hot.
Mercy.

Self portrait by Alexandra Downing

Originally posted at Hairy Pits club.

Look Out

Look out, fella. Your girlfriend has plans for you tonight.

I (heart) Art

A very sexy drawing in the pin-up style, circa 1970s. 

Vintage Swimsuits, For Sale!

When we came across these lovely vintage swimsuits on Etsy, we took note. First, because they are so darn retro sexy, and secondly, we couldn't help but note the vintage-apropriate underarm hair sported by the lovely model. Sexy suit, sexy model, and historically accurate--what's not to love?

We have no affiliation whatsoever with this seller, but check it out.

Her Bungalow

My old girlfriend Patricia had a 1920s bungalow that she was fixing up. She often went nude in her home, except when cooking, she wore an apron to shield her skin when cooking. I don't know if she realized how sexy she was. When she bent over to fetch something from a drawer or her vintage fridge, I think she must have had at least a little bit of an idea. More than once, I would be so caught by her sudden flashing and provocative stance, that I'd come up behind her and make love to her.

Marge Monday

House cleaning has never been sexier.

Self Shot

Naked pictures are sexy. Naked self pictures are even sexier.

The Model Girlfriend

Last summer my girlfriend agreed to nude model for a buddy of mine and myself. I couldn't believe how hot it was to see her posing for another guy's camera and it was soon obvious that my girlfriend was enjoying herself, too.

She'd arch her back, twist, turn for the camera and then strike a pose. She would giggle and prance, "Yeah hold that," we'd say when we saw something. Click.

The more she changed poses and more we said, "yeah, hold that," click, the more uninhibited she got. She'd lean far forward so her breasts would hang down, she'd bend over, flashing her pink folds. "Yeah hold that." click click click.

I could see she was getting wet, as turned on as we were.

She cupped her breasts. click click.
She pinched her nippes. click click click.
She inserted a finger into her mouth suggestively.
"Yeah, hold that"

We never told her to stop or not to do anything. The click of the shutter was permission to keep going.

It's hard to say exactly when it happened, but to make a long story short, at one point she was on her back, her legs spread and her hand rubbing herself. She was no longer listening to our cameras, but lost enitrely into the bliss of the moment.

We continued to click away until she came.

With a smile, her face flushed, she turned as asked if we'd gotten what we wanted.

The Birthday Girl

So she had a birthday party and invited her best friends to come over and help celebrate. They got a little silly with the party hats.

Pretty

Photobooth

All photos sharp and clear, promises the sign. Well, a good thing to test out.

When in Rome

As they say, when in Rome do like the Romans...

Some have fun

Everyone has fun on a tropical vacation. Some have more fun than others. When you are old and have only memories, how thin is our reserve, and yet how complete. You can't go back and undo that choice to keep your top on or take it off.

They say it is better to regret something you've done than something you've never done. But once you do something, chances are, you don't regret it at all. 

Did anyone in the end care if you went topless on that beach that day? No. But you did. And you are glad you did. Your friends, they had fun, too, but your memory of that day is better, because you took the chance. You stepped out of your comfort zone. You tried something you didn't think you'd do. And as soon as you did it, you felt like a super star. 

Who could resist?

Marge Monday

Homer and Marge get it on!

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While taking a self snap

While taking a sexy self-snap in her backyard, she suddenly heard the sound of a car pull up in her driveway. Was it her boyfriend, her mom, or just someone lost, and turning around?

Dream Girl

When I was completely interested in girls, but had not yet really experienced them, this is exactly the type of girl I had a crush on. She'd be my perfect dream girl. At my grandparents ranch, I'd wander around, explore the old barns. I wished I had a girlfriend to explore them with. One just like her. Sigh. I'm in love.

Deep End

When you're old enough, you can swim in the deep end.

Old Favorite

He was going through old boxes of papers from his younger life and came across an envelop of long lost love letters and a few faded photos. Was the 90's really that long ago? The 20th Century seemed so modern, and especially at the end, in the 90s. But really, we didn't have internet or computers then--we literally wrote letters by hand and photos were on film. Hard to imagine now.

The good thing about leaving these physical traces, was that he could hold the photo in his hand, and remember the day they took the photo, of his then girlfriend, and how giddy and exciting it was, and how playful she was at that moment, undressing for him. Why were there no more? Why only one image that survived? It was because this was the one photo he used to look at and jerk off to. It was his favorite and at the time, seeing her bent over, her lips exposed, really did it for him. 

Funny, now that he sees it. Now she looks a little hairy. That thought never crossed his mind back then. All girls had hair; no one shaved. She trimmed even, and the fact that he could see her lips exposed was incredibly revealing for the times. Also funny, this was before anal sex had become comon; neither of them had tried it. He didn't even know he could be interested in a woman's anus back then. Had he, this photo would have had another meaning for him. Funny, he never noticed she still had her bra on. And those posters, because she was a French major. And that old bed she'd gotten at the Goodwill that rattled when they had sex. All the details come back. 

He uses the photo to touch himself, for old times sake.

Honeymoon

On her honeymoon at the Motor Lodge. 

(What a figure!)

House sitters

This picture totally reminds me of high school when my girlfriend Carrie and her best friend Gretchen somehow ended up getting to house sit a large house perched on the West Hill of Portland, overlooking the wooded city. It had an outdoor pool, which the owners said the girls were welcome to use. They didn't mention anything about inviting me over. The girls called me and invited me over. When I arrived, I found them already testing out the pool. They were skinny dipping.

I can't tell you how thrilling that was. So dangerous. breaking so many rules. It's impossible to feel that rush again, although skinny dipping is never dull. It's just that one can never go back to that very first time.

Sun, sand, surf, skin

Is there anything more perfect than sun, sand, surf, and skin in summer?

Underwater Flash

When you can't skinny dip, underwater flashing is the next best thing.

Nude Beach

At the nude beach, they spread out their towels back in the brush a bit. With the semi-seclusion, she felt uninhibited to lay back as comfortable as she wanted. Knees up, legs slightly open. Her husband noticed and standing above her, snapped a photo. At another point, she was on her side, knees drawn up, how she liked to sleep. He could see her folds and the little hairs. He took a second photo. 

She loved how his shadow was in the photos. It was like they were in the photo together, but even sexier, it wasn't him in the photo, but him looking at her, with passion and arousal and a voyeuristic quality, that was in the photo.

Things Go Better With A Coke

When I was in high school (pre-internet), sex ed was mostly self taught. A sort of DIY endeavor. We didn't even have the chains of adult stores that they do now. No one that any of us knew used vibrators or toys, but everyone had a story about a candle, a cucumber, or a coke bottle. I think it's great how inventive a girl will be when she finds an object that fits just so.

And not to sound old-fashioned (because I do love the access to erotica and sexual information these days), but there has been something lost. A classic part of a larger picture. We no longer sleep under patch work quilts hand-sticked by great-granmothers; we buy whatever is cheap and easy at WalMart. Porn is like that. And for the most part, it's pretty mindless--uncreative, and plastic. An image like this one below reminds me of a time when access was limited, but imaginations were not.

Marge Monday

Marge sips a cocktail while Homer showers. When he gets out, she has a something in mind for their evening's activities. 

Fun Picnic

This looks to be a very fun picnic.

Watching her

He stands off to the side of the bed, holding himself, stroking as he watches her. She's clearly in the midst of pleasure, eyes nearly shut, feeling the powerful sensations overtake her. I love this image because it invites the creation of a story.

The first question: what is happening to her just off camera? Is she using a vibrator on herself and just starting to feel the orgasm coming on? Is he touching himself, watching her touch herself? That would be sexy.

Or is there another involved? Is is a guy, sliding in and out? Is it a girl, lapping her tongue on a sensitive clitoris? Either option is pretty sexy. So many men would love to see their wife or girlfriend being eaten out by another woman. Or... are they watching their wife or girlfriend eat out a woman? A best friend? A stranger? Is that the reason he can't join in, but can watch?

Is he watching his wife being taken by another man? Or has a husband and wife invited this man to watch them, and part of the pleasure she's feeling now is in the knowing that a stranger is staring at her, stroking himself?

The great thing about this image is you can put yourself into any of the characters, and apply whatever fantasy fits your taste? Is this the monogamous mutual masturbation of a couple at home alone or a threesome? A girl-girl? A MFM? Is this voyeurism or exhibitionism, or both? So many possibilities. 

Apply your own.

Finally Alone

She'd been lying out all afternoon, getting a good tan, but the beach was crowded that summer day. She'd undone her bikini top so she could lie on her stomach and let her back tan evenly. She wished she could let her buns warm to the sun and tan, too. She wished she could roll over and feel the sun on her chest. She wished it wasn't some dreaded taboo for a woman to show her skin. It was just skin, after all, she thought. She loved feeling the sun on her. She thought bathing suits the most pointless invention of all time. It wasn't that she hated clothes. No! A warm ski jacket in the snow--that was a good invention. Hats, mittens, scarves... it all helped on cold days in winter. But a "swimming" suit?

A swimming suit didn't keep her warm. It didn't keep her dry. It din't make swimming any easier. In fact it was cold and clammy when she got out of the water. It sometimes rubbed her when she got sand in the elastic. The thin fabric wasn't really "covering" her. Anyone could see 95% of her body, what made a nipple so much more special than seeing the rest of her boob? 

The swim suit: What a stupid invention, she thought, frustrated that she couldn't just take it off and jump in the water.

As afternoon turned to evening, the people began to pack up. By dusk, right as the sun was beginning to set, she finally found herself alone.

At that, she did what she'd been wanting to do all day. She stripped nude and walked into the water.

The Camera at Hand, a Moment Caught

This photo is small and low-rez, and that's actually one reason I like it. It's as if (and likely) taken by a cel phone. One of those moments when a camera isn't at hand and you grab whatever is near.

This image makes me think of two possible scenarios. When I first saw it, I thought of those long, leisurely weekend days of having sex, interrupted only by a quick pee break. There's something very intimate and disarmed after having sex. Sort of an openness to sliding out of bed, sauntering over to the toilet and not even bothering to shut the door. It's as if saying, you've seen every crease and crevasse of me, smelled every smell, tasted me, explored me, know me. The intimacy of the familiar. 

Then, the next time I looked at this, I thought of those vacations couples often take to foreign or far away places, where they are on  a budget and get the cheapest room they can find. And how funny, and sometimes miserable, it can be: lumpy mattresses, leaks, funky smells. Maybe even a room furnished with a shabby vanity, and no door on the bathroom. One of those places you just have to roll with. And as she sat down to pee, he snapped her photo from the bed. She looked at him, not a glare, but also not a smile, just a resolved look of knowing right now things aren't pretty, but that this is what they signed up for. And no doubt, this exact snapshot becomes something of a symbol of their trip.