Friday, September 30, 2011
Rock Climbing is Sexy
As you can tell, we at Sexy Sex blog love the outdoors. We're campers, and backpackers, and climbers. There's something sexy about wearing only a climbing harness. And as you climb, it's sexy to be so free in your movements. And if you are belaying, pretty sexy to look up at your climbing partner.
Here's some sexy rock climbing shots as our tribute to girls who climb in the buff!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Open Door
In college, I had roommates. One year, I lived in a small old bungalow near campus with a couple. They had sex a lot, and didn't seem to notice, or care if I was in the house. I'd hear them in the morning, at night, and in the shower. If they came home really late after a party, they were especially loud. The headboard of their bed would slap the wall and bang on the radiator. She was very vocal in bed.
At first, I thought they were just caught up in themselves, simply oblivious to the fact that I might be in my room, studying. Then, as it went on, I started thinking maybe they were being rude, maybe even a little passive aggressive. But that didn't make a lot of sense, because otherwise, they were nice enough. We all got along fine.
Then I realized why it was so loud in the house when they had sex. They never shut the door from their bedroom that led into the bathroom. All the sounds from their room carried into the bathroom, and was amplified, like an acoustic guitar. Maybe it never occurred to them to shut that door, or maybe they even wanted the sound to travel, or for me to one day have to use the bathroom, and come in, and look up into the mirror, and be able to see them. And that's exactly what happened.
If I stood at just the right angle, I could see through their open doorway into their room. He was lying back on the bed, and she was gently, but eagerly slurping on his cock. Even semi-erect, he was huge. No wonder she screamed so loudly as he pounded her. How could I not help but watch?
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Window and skirt
Wearing just a pink skirt, posing by a window. The light soft. Her curls soft, exposed. Her breasts small, lovely. So pretty.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
This Bud's For you
How drunk to you have to be after a party, or at a party, to pull off your panties, hike up your skirt, and fuck yourself in the ass with a beer bottle? (Apparently at least two beers.)
The meaning of this image changes based on the assumption of audience.
Has she gone to a party all night, and returning still tipsy, cracked a beer or two and now, in the privacy of her own home, takes matters into her own hands, fantasizing about the guy who was flirting with her, but that she didn't hook up with?
Or is this an evening where a couple celebrates their anniversary with some new lingerie and drinks and one thing leads to another? Is it shared only between them?
Or is she at a party. It's late, but the guests haven't left. Everyone is drunk, and she, on a whim or a dare begins performing for the crowd, showing off just how naughty and sexy she can be?
Each story has its own wonderful possibilities.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Car Quickie
Sometimes the best moments just happen and you don't have a camera, just your cel phone. And you know if you take a picture, it'll be low-rez and pixelated and you'll always wish it were better quality. But you really can't complain too much, because an image of her, who just hopped in the back seat and pulled off her panties, now dangling on her toe, her legs drawn up, revealing her freshly shaved lips, and her smile--that's the best of all--her smile that says, we're about to have sex right here, right now, in the back seat.
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Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Van Jam
She was such a Tom Boy. All of them grew up together, at first riding bikes in the nieghborhood. Making forts. She just seemed like one of the boys. She could climb trees as good as any of them, and could run fast, and could even punch hard. Then, their bodies, and their fun, began to change.
Instead of a fort, they hung out in Dan's van. Instead of playing kids games, they went to rock concerts. They tried out whatever they could. They drank their first beers together. They smoked their first weed. They even dropped acid and did shrooms. It was a time of experimenting. And when it came to sex, they tried that together, too.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
At Plato's Retreat
In 1977, Larry Levenson opened Plato's Retreat in the basement of the Ansonia Hotel, an ornate 19th century building on the corner of Broadway and West 73rd Street on the Upper West Side. The building had once housed the Continental Baths, a gay bathhouse where Bette Midler and her pianist Barry Manilow provided musical entertainment early in their careers.
The members-only establishment required everyone to follow the club's numerous rules. Levenson didn't want the club to revert back to its former gay clientele. He insisted that only straight couples or single women be allowed to enter. If a woman left a room after a sexual encounter, her male companion had to accompany her. Sexual activity between men was strictly prohibited but lesbianism was always welcome.
The club had a disco, a house DJ, sauna rooms, and a swimming pool with waterfalls. In the Mattress Room, a small window allowed voyeurs to watch the show without joining in.
During its heyday, Plato's Retreat was considered the world's most infamous sex club and was popular with many celebrities, porn stars, and well-to-do couples. The clientele was described as "an assortment of kinky types from the suburbs: dry cleaners and their wives or fat men in toupees with their heavily made-up girlfriends." Sammy Davis Jr., Richard Dreyfuss, and the entire cast of Saturday Night Live were reported to have paid visits to Plato’s. Drugs, including alcohol, were not allowed, though they were frequently used despite the rule, adding to the hipness of the Disco-era scene.
Dan Dorman, the New York magazine writer, gave Plato’s a glowing review:
"When I arrived at Plato’s shortly before midnight, there were about 85 couples on hand, and I counted roughly 30 naked people among them. Later, at about 2 A.M., there were about 150 couples, and I’d guess there were about 70 people in their birthday suits. A variety of sexual feats were being performed nearly everywhere — in the pool, in the whirlpool bath, on the lounge chairs, and in a large, thickly mattressed swing room. Trio sex — usually two men and a woman — was not uncommon. I also spotted several women making love to each other."
A six-week membership cost couples $5. With over six thousand members and grossing nearly $100,000 a month (in 1970 dollars), Plato's Retreat was no small venture. In fact, in 1980, Plato's relocated to a larger facility at 509 West 34th Street. By the next year, 1981, Owner Larry Levenson went to prison for tax evasion.
Then AIDS hit New York. In 1985, New York City Mayor Ed Koch backed the New York City Health Department's decision to shut down the city's gay bathhouses. However, in closing the gay bathhouses while allowing the heterosexual swingers' clubs – most notably Plato's Retreat – to remain open, the city found itself in a dilemma. It realized such action would be a violation of the newly adopted anti-discrimination law. The Health Department, with Koch's approval, reacted by ordering the heterosexual clubs, including Plato's Retreat, to close as well. The club's Manhattan location was shut down on New Year's Eve 1985, ostensibly for violating public-health ordinances.
The era of free-wheelin 70s sex, and the club that embodied that pathos, ended.
Monday, September 19, 2011
In the driveway
They were goofing around in the front yard after schoool.
Why she had her shirt off, I don't know, but apparently it caused her companion (male? female?) to get out a camera. I love how candid her expressions are. She's pretty sexy in jeans and no shirt, but she's not trying to be sexy, in fact, it looks like she's cracking up.
Even sexier, she's clearly in the front yard by the driveway; pretty brave to be topless when someone could drive by or pull up. Maybe even her parents.
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Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Neighbors' View
One of her favorite parts of their house was the large backyard deck. It was one of the reasons they bought the place. She loved lying out in the sun on a hot summer afternoon. She'd start in her bikini, but as she got warmed and a little sweaty, she liked to untie her top.
She had always been proud of her breasts. She liked them growing up, and as she aged, she still liked them. At 40, they were still firm. She'd had no problem going to the mall and getting her nipples pierced. Her breasts had always been a focus of love making for her, and she loved it when her husband played with her pierced nipples. She also thought it a little naughty to be wearing a blouse at work, with the slight outline of her nipple piercings visible. She liked it when she caught co-workers staring at her breasts, but pretending not to.
So, when she lay out, as if on a French beach, she knew that the neighbor's house was just off to the side of her. She didn't know exactly what angle they had of her deck or even if they'd ever noticed, but as she lay in the sun, topless, she sort of hoped they were getting a good view.
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Saturday, September 17, 2011
Square Rock
I love the original caption to this photo:
"5 minutes after we finished about 20 people arrived."
What is more fun than a quick strip on top of a mountain vista? Being naked and having naughty fun, finishing just in time before a large group arrives? Oh to think of all the possibilities. What did they do? Just some sexy photos (that in itself is hot), did the photographer take a moment to lick her, both front and back, so easily exposed like this? (Doesn't this photo just make you want to grab each of her butt cheecks, spread them, and give her a good rimming? I'd love to feel my tongue caressing her soft wrinkled skin.) Or did the photographer take her, like this, on her knees, perhaps in the back? (How much more thrilling to get away with an anal sex quickie right before an innocent group of hikers arrives?)
So much to contemplate.
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Sunset Park, Canada
Man, you gotta give it to this couple who went for quickie in Canada's sunset Park.
So many things make this photo great. The idea of sex outside is great. Having sex in the warm sun under a blue sky is great. Having a quickie is great. Doing it in a public space where you're not supposed to is great.
But here's the question: somehow this moment was documented. There are three likely possibilities.
1) Perhaps most likely--they decided to have a quickie out in plain view, at the risk of someone catching them. Someone did catch them, and had a camera. That instant voyeur snapped the photo of them going at it and then posted it for others to enjoy.
2) They wanted to have a totally epic outdoor public quickie and wanted to document the moment. They brought a digital camera with a self timer and a tripod. Setting up the camera, they quickly went at it, their fun captured for their own records. Or to post online to prove they were so brave.
3) They wanted to do something totally bold. They not only had an outdoor public quickie, they also handed their camera to someone else (a friend they'd invited, or a passerby) to step back a few yards and get a good wide shot of them and the city behind them.
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Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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