Marge Monday: Happy Halloween!

Marge has picked out the perfect costume for being naughty on Halloween.

Snow White

Snow White, after the Halloween party.

Girlfriend in Hula Costume

We had been invited to a Halloween costume party at a friend's house. It was a clear fall day. All the leaves had fallen from the trees, and the landscape was starting to look brown and dingy like winter. Perhaps that's why she'd wanted to go as a tropical hula dancer. Her costume was brightly colored and evoked warmer climates. I loved the bikini top made of plastic clam shells. I asked her to model them in the driveway before we went into the party. I wasn't expecting her to lift them in a spontaneous flash. 

Playboy Mansion

If I had a time machine, one of the places I'd go is Playboy Mansion, circa 1977.

Learning

They were innocent and wanted to be experienced. They were all learning at the same time.

In the Kitchen, Nude

Sometimes she jokes that she's a domestic nudist. She sleeps nude, and sometimes she cooks nude. She just likes feeling free when she's by herself, and comfortable. 

No bra, warm day

Her breasts are petite enough that she doesn't always wear a bra, especially on hot days. She doesn't always mean to flash, but sometimes her shirt falls just right.

Nice Girl

She was such a nice girl, but had a naughty side.

On Vacation

On vacation, everything is sexually charged. Especially walks on the beach at midnight. The sand was cool as they walked, the surf pounding to the side, the white froth visible in the otherwise black expanse of space. A few palm fronts had fallen. At dawn, the resort maintenance crews would sweep them up, to tidy the perfect beach for the tourists perfect vacations. But at midnight, they had the beach to themselves. 

She had been wearing a bikini all day. It was like getting to wear nothing but her underwear. She'd put on a light dress for dinner, but now as she walked, she wanted to feel the warm tropical breeze on her skin. She pulled off her bikini top and unknotted her dress so the front dropped. She was topless, exposed to the night sky, the moon. She posed at a palm tree for him. Offering herself. They took one photo, and then he took her, there, at the tree, and in the sand. And it was, they agreed, romantic, like playing out a scene they'd imagined in fantasy.

The Open Door

Maybe they though Chris was still sleeping? Or maybe that he was already at class? Or maybe they weren't really thinking about Chris at all. Sometimes Jen, Scott's girlfriend, stayed over. Sometimes she'd show up in the morning before class, or just drop in. It was cool, she was nice. A cute blonde. Sometimes at night, Chris could hear them. Bed springs creaking and the headboard slapping the wall. That was fine, unless he had to get up early for a test the next morning.

It was weird, though. They shared a small house. Actually, it was a two-story old 1920s house, and the upstairs was one apartment unit, and they had the main floor. There were two bedrooms, each with their own door, and also a door to the shared bathroom. Since Scott's room opened to the living room, he always came into the front door. Since Chris' room opened to the kitchen, he always came in the back mud room. A lot of times the roommates did their own thing and didn't know if the other was around. 

Did they not know that Chris was home still? Did they not realize that they'd left the bathroom door open on their side? Scott was on his bed, naked, getting his cock sucked, so he wasn't paying any attention. Jen was on the bed, gulping down Scott's cock, focused on the task at hand, so she wasn't paying any mind to the open door. Chris had gone to the bathroom to take a pee, but when he saw the door open, and a clear view into what was happening in his roommate's room, he couldn't help but stop. He actually watched for a long time, or what seemed like a long time. Jen was giving Scott a quick BJ before class. And Chris admired how focused she was on taking the cock into her mouth and giving it a good firm sucking off.  Just as Scott came, Chris slipped back into his room. 

He sat their, realizing his cock was hard in his pants, feeling conflicted. He didn't want to spy on his roommate and girlfriend, but he had, and it had turned him on. He didn't think they'd left the door open on purpose, but he decided he'd start checking more. Maybe he could catch them again in daylight. Maybe he could see Jen naked. He wondered if she was shaved or natural. He'd always wanted to see her breasts. Once, when he was borrowing something from his roommate, he saw some silk scarves knotted to the headboard. He wondered if Scott and Jen were into bondage. Maybe even toys. He was excited at the thought of the door being left accidentally open again.

Sweater Weather

Recently fall has come on. Leaves are orange and rattle. Woodsmoke skiffs on the air.
It's sweater weather.

Marge Monday

Marge gets busy by giving Homer a hand job!

Ummmmm..... hand job.

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Roman Orgy

Some scholars say that the reputation for Roman orgy's in the time of the empire are greatly exaggerated, others say we have no idea the extent of decadence and hedonism in ancient, pre-Christian times. I'd, of course, like to project all my most carnal desires into this era. A time of fantastic religions, where gods and goddesses were like humans, complete with rage, jealousy, and infidelity. A time of little scientific knowledge, but immense wealth and power. The Romans gave us the the famous Roman baths, which they'd taken from the Persians, and wine and music, which they'd learned from the Greeks. Homes of the Roman aristocrats are covered with pornographic frescos and tile mosaics. Their statures show men and women, women and women, men and men, even men and goats.

Growing up in the US, with our indelible Puritan roots, it's nearly impossible to imagine a ruling class with nothing to do but feast off of lambs and drink wine and have sex parties. Before movies, before TV, how did the leisure class entertain themselves?  If they all hung out on pillows, drinking wine from their lead goblets, what if someone's toga slipped to the side. What if, in that warm Italian climate, the woman didn't cover their breasts? What if someone started sucking someone's cock, and then someone else reached over, and then it began.

It's such a modern and American concept that a husband and wife are alone in a nuclear family, watching TV by themselves, doing their own thing, forging their own life without regard to the neighbors. In ancient times, it was more about being part of the class, more like, perhaps, the college "Greek" system. If you were in the upper class, you partied with the upper class. You were rich by estate and birth--a little sex wasn't going to change that, in fact, it'd just make the bonds of the elite class all that stronger.

Mostly, I think they were bored. Rich and bored, and if they weren't at war, sex filled the time.

Either Or

The Picture Perfect Bride, and her Early Honeymoon

She started out as the picture perfect bride. The kind of girl you dream of taking home to mother. 

On her wedding day, everything was perfect. It was a warm summer day as they posed for photos.

Then, at the reception, things got a little wild. Especially when the new bride started doing keg stands.

Well, from there, things got even crazier. They started the Honeymoon right then. 

The groom took her  on the couch, as his best man watched. Then, the best man joined in.

You could say she was a picture perfect bride.

What They Feel

They had been saving for their vacation for over a year. They'd researched the most remote islands of the Mediterranean, to have a very secluded and sexy trip. After months of research and carefully made reservations, they found a very small, very remote spot, where they could sunbath nude and make love all day.

Then, no sooner than they'd arrived, and spent their first day on their perfect remote beach, a family showed up. It was a large, maybe Russian family--they couldn't tell what language. This family was overall obese and loud. They were really spoiling a sense of privacy and seclusion. 

The couple had spent a month's salary on the plan tickets alone, all of their vacation time, and were furious at this seemingly oblivious family who had picked the exact same spot to picnic.

They couldn't tell the family to leave--they had no idea how to communicate that in words, so they did it in body language. Literally. They'd come to have sex outdoors with the waves of the sea lapping at the rocky shore. They were going to do so. Even if it meant putting on a show for their neighbors, they would. They didn't travel halfway around the world to make love in a motel bed. She wanted to be fucked by the sea. And she was going to have it her way. He rolled on top of her and, as if an extra insult to the family, slipped into her backside. He then proceeded to hump her in the ass. And as if to test the family's English comprehension, cried out, "Oh baby, fuck me in the ass. Shoot it in my ass."

Still, the Russian family puttered around and paid no attention to the younger couple. Maybe they glance over and saw the two engaged in sex. If they did, they made no sign. They weren't shocked and they didn't leave. The next day the couple repeated the act. And still the Russians didn't seem to care in the least. 

If they didn't care, the couple decided that maybe they didn't really have an exclusive claim to the beach. Maybe they could all share. If the Russians would let them fuck in broad daylight, fine. They'd fuck. They'd be as uninhibited as if they were alone. And, in a weird way, it actually made their love making all that more hot. She loved being on her belly, with his thick sun-tan-oiled cock sliding in and out of her ass, as a group of total strangers minded their own business no more than a stone-throw away. 

Undressing

A cute little animated gif.

White Stockings, Black Stockings

To go with their sexy black leather boots, they got matching, but opposite color stockings for their special night. 

Ashley Cox

There's something very sexy about exploring an old abandoned homestead in the West. It's a strange thrill of having a place all to yourself, but still feeling like it's someone's home, like the old ranch family could show up at any moment. A lot of times in the West, the climate is so dry, that curtains still hang in windows. Plates are still stacked in the cupboards. It's like stepping back in time. The old house smells dusty, but the light is soft through old window glass. It's a great location to take off your clothes and do a shoot, like this one for Playboy, 1977.

The model is Ashley Cox, then 21 years old. She was originally from Dallas. And at 5'8", she could boast of of a 36-24-35 figure. What a natural beauty. The classic farmer's daughter.

Brigitte Bardot

Brigitte Bardot is famous as an actress, singer, and international sex symbol. But most people don't know that before her career in front of a camera, Bardot was an aspiring ballet dancer. At age 13, she was accepted to the Conservatoire de Paris, and for three years she attended the ballet classes of Russian choreographer Boris Knyazev.

Sexting

When I was growing up, we didn't have cel phones. We especially didn't have the ability to take photos and send them. In fact, cameras had rolls of film, and when you took a "personal" photo, you had only two choices: 1) drop it off at the corner photo lab where the person taking your roll would be the one processing it and the one seeing it and the one handing it back to you at pick (a rather embarrassing moment); or, 2) drop it off at a large chain store for processing, which could take a week, and when the roll was gone, there was no promise it'd ever come back. Photo Labs were authorized to confiscate any material they deemed "inappropriate." So you never knew if some prude in Kanas tossed your photos in the trash, or some creep slipped them into his pocket and made them part of his personal collection.

How happy we all were when digital cameras, and especially cel cameras could take personal photos and send them directly to a lover. How hot it was to send or receive an image of your girlfriend naked, on her bed, demonstrating what she wanted with a hair brush. 

And next...

A fun piece of pulp art. The male artist is gazing at the pin-up model, as expected, and like the implied viewer, but the model meets his gaze and counters with her own sense of what happens next.

Break all the rules

She decided she was tired of not doing things because others disapproved. She'd break all the rules and do things her way.

Late Night

When she couldn't sleep, her late night break was to get a carrot from the fridge and stick it in her ass. She had a recurring fantasy that a burglar had broken in and taken her, on her knees, right there in the kitchen. She knew it wasn't the most feminist or politically correct fantasy, so she kept it to herself. But it sure did get her excited. 

Norma Jeane

A sad, tragic life. But what a beauty and spirit.

Girlfriend and Plaid Pillows

Daisy Chain

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Bikini's away!

Bikinis are so sexy because they so barely cover anything. They leave so little to the imagination that it's tempting to simply pull the fabric aside and reveal what they were barely covering to begin with. As any woman knows, a bikini is not bought to hide anything, but rather to show off and flaunt what you've got. Wearing one, especially on vacation, makes you want to turn to your partner and give him a good look of what everyone else was trying to imagine. It's even better when crowds of tourists are nearby, but you feel like you're getting away with something naughty.

A Nod to the Original

The iconic 1976 poster of Farrah Fawcett star of Charlie's Angels. Farrah Fawcett became a cultural legend and her golden-lock hairstyle was emulated by women across America well into the early 1980s.

The poster of Farrah in a one-piece red Speedo bathing suit was an instant best-seller, becoming the top-selling pin-up poster of the '70s with sales estimates as high as 12 million copies. A copy of the poster and the bathing suit now belongs to the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History.

I don't know if Sasha Grey ever met Farrah, or even knows much about her. But surely this image of the porn starlet has to be a tribute, or at the very least, a knowing nod to the 1970s trendsetter.

 

Backyard Pool

I'd love to go skinny dipping with her at her backyard pool.

Funny

This image is really funny to me. What exactly is her expression? 

At first I thought her partner was on the bed, taking the photo, and she's saying, "You want me to put this, there?"

But looking at the mirror in the background, it looks like she has the camera on self-timer. So what pose is she trying to capture? Is that a sexy come hither look? Or a seductive, "you know what I'm going to do with this," look?

Anyway you look at it, it's playful and cute. I love her braids, too.

Queening

She liked the term "Queening" over face sitting. It was more than just sitting on his face, it was the thrill that came with the power. She loved to feel his head between her thighs and position herself just how she wanted onto his waiting mouth. She even started binding his hands together. They didn't have any rope in the house (who keeps rope these days?), but some cerran-wrap from the kitchen did the trick. Bound, he could only touch himself as she controlled his mouth against her folds. She could reach down and press his face deeper into her, forcing him to inhale her musk and lap at her wetness. She had no idea how strong her dominant side could be, until she let it out to play.

Skilled

His wife was very orally skilled. He loved to see her take a new cock into her mouth and show off her skills.

Thong Flash!