Show Us Your Sexy Polaroids!

Before digital, it wasn't easy to take sexy home snapshots. Taken with a regular camera and roll of film was not only expensive, but also meant having to drop off your roll at the local store, and then return (somewhat red-faced) and pay of it, as the clerk rang you up without making eye-contact. 

Some stores even had official polices to destroy any images they deemed inappropriate--aka home-made porn. However, sometimes I think the manager probably told their staff to pull any such images for his review (and back then you can bet the manager was a man). No doubt Mr. Manager has his own private stash of his neighbor's intimate moments.

So, at best, making your own sexy images was embarrassingly awkward, and at worse, a waste of time and money, and perhaps even worse, just supplying the guy down at the Photo Mat with his own supply of amateur porn.

Thank god for the invention of the Polaroid. Suddenly, couples could snaps away, and in a few magical moments, their own sexy images would self-devlop right before their eyes. There was one and only one copy of the image, and it could be keep safely at home, never in the hands of the Photo Mat.

This wonderful moment in time is like a layer of archeology, a strata in a rock face, a ring in a tree. There exists in the world dozens of shoeboxes tucked deep in closets or nooks of attics. Wonderful captured moments of a couple's most private shared moments. What I especially love, is how candid there are--a generation before point, click, and review. Pre-Facbook, pre-tagging, these were never moments to be posted for the public, but always held close at hand.

Now, though, is the perfect time to go snoop them back up, dust them off, and share them. Send them here. sexysexblog at gmail. We love them. We'll give them the appreciation they deserve.

Bikini Malfunction in Public Pool

Bikinis are fun, but aren't the most functional. The knots are always slipping...

Lathered and Ready

for a fresh shave.

Getting Away With It

I love her coy smirk.

Riding Weather

Perhaps it's the return of warm summery weather that has me thinking about (almost obsessing on) Harleys. Something about them is just so sexy.

Vacation at its Best

I love just kicking back on vacation.

Nightie, Night

The sexy River in her nightie.

My Summer Plans

Just hangin in the backyard. Maybe sort of nude. And reading. (With coffee, of course)

Sherri Shares Her Sexual Experience

Annie O: We're happy to post a story from one of our Dear Readers, Jim. In this story, Jim recounts when his high school girlfriend Sherri shared some of her sexual experience. And if this, or other stories and images on this blog inspire, please feel free to submit. Enjoy!

When I heard my Mom's footsteps on the stair treads, I quickly pulled my hand out of Sherri's jeans and urged her to zip up quickly.

"Make sure that door stays open," Mom said as she walked past the entrance to my room. Living at home at age 18 was a trying experience. My parents raised me "old school," and were pretty protective of any girl I may bring home.

Sherri and I had been dating a few weeks. I quickly found her to be an easy piece of ass, and great in the sack. Much more experienced at sex, she blew my mind almost every time we got together. She was at ease with the concept of sex without being "in love" with her partner. And she was determined to turn me into a great sex partner. I was eager to learn.

"Damn, I wish my Mom had a job or something," I said to Sherri as my Mom left her room and went back downstairs. "I'm dying to make love to you. I am SOO horny," I said as I stroked her crotch through her blue jeans.

"Then why don't you just fuck me in my mouth?" she asked, stroking my boner through my jeans.

"Really? I kinda wanted to share the experience," I explained. "I'm not selfish - I love to make you happy too when we have sex."

"It doesn't always need to be like that," Sherri said. "It's not selfish to want to get off... everyone loves to get off. And getting you off makes me happy. It doesn't always have to be 50-50... you can owe me one. Pull your pants off a little and fuck me in my mouth. If your Mom comes up, we'll hear her in time to get it together," she argued, pinching the head of my dick through my pants.

"But there'll be a mess to clean up," I said.

"No mess - I'll swallow every drop," she argued.

"Doesn't that taste nasty?" I asked. She had swallowed me a week earlier, the first time a girl had ever done that for me.

"It's a little bitter. But the look on your face makes it all worthwhile," she said, opening my belt and unbuttoning the snap on my pants. "If you come in the back of my throat I hardly taste anything at all, just the last few drops that I'll suck out of you... and I love that part the best."

My resistance disappeared -- this girl is a keeper, I thought as I pulled my jeans and tighty-whiteys down a foot or so. Sherri laid down on the bed, her face at exactly the right height to take me in her mouth, which she did immediately. My cock made the transformation from 90-percent stiff to 100-percent bone in her warm wetness.

Over the past few years, I had had a lot of sex with several girls. But oral sex was always a preface to fucking -- I never had a proper blow job until Sherri sucked me off last week, swallowing every drop. Interestingly, Sherri offered it as an entree -- an end in itself. I was amazed at the possibilities, and not a little sorry that I hadn't discovered that with my previous lovers.

Sherri smiled and looked at me as I slid in and out, her right hand stroking my shaft as her left cupped my balls. In a minute I was lubed all over with her spit, and the effect was that of fucking her pussy --
a warm, wet tight sleeve holding my cock as I rocked back and forth gently.

This girl fucked my brains out on our first date, taking the time to suck me almost to climax before I even tried to put it inside her. When I returned the favor by giving her head, she stopped me and re-directed my attention to her clitoris -- her "magic button." Up to that point, I had never even found a girls hot button -- I was a bit ignorant, and she brought me up to speed quickly. Clitoris and G-Spot
-- the dynamic duo. Check!

My thoughts wandered to that day even as she now sucked my dick, slowly twisting her grip as she began to lean into her work, nipping my head, squeezing my balls and working me into a frenzy. Sherri had been fucking since she was 15. Her then-boyfriend bought her a waterbed, and her Mom & Dad didn't object to her having him over -- doors closed, overnight, no questions asked. That dude hit the jackpot when he found her. He fucked her every which way you could fuck a girl, and then some. Now it's my turn.

"Come in my mouth," she said, never letting me out of her mouth. "MMMmmmmm..."

M -- my favorite letter of the alphabet when spoken into my cock. I was getting close, my left hand absently squeezing her tiny tits through her sweater - no bra again today. My right hand ran through her short-cropped hair affectionately.

"C'mon baby, let me have it. I need your come. Fill me up, baby," she mumbled as she sucked. Her pace quickened as she squeezed my balls, pulling the pair downward while her stroking and sucking continued. That was completely new to me, and had a profound effect. I enjoyed this so much I wanted it to last forever, but that was a losing battle...

"Oh God, I can't wait Sherri... I'm coming!"

Sherri took my cock as deep as any girl had ever taken it, her stroking moved to a thumb-and-forefinger "OK" shape as she pumped my pecker with one hand and pulled on my balls with the other. My cock erupted long squirts of come once, twice, three, four squirts, Sherri gulping them down as fast as they came out of me, my hands holding the back of her head as I leaned down and humped her face. Spent, I held my cock in her mouth for a long moment, then began to pull it out.

Sherri followed my retreat, making the exit a slow and wonderful withdrawal. Squeezing my balls up against my dick, she stopped my withdrawal before the head of my cock popped out. She swirled her tongue around and around, sucking out the last few drops, then tonguing the squirt-hole a few times before letting me go.

I bent down for a long kiss, my pants still at half-mast. "That's how you taste," she said. She was right - the taste of my come was kinda bitter, but I didn't mind, considering what she had just done to make that taste possible.

I zipped up and we went about our business, taking a friend of mine to the Navy Base so we could shop at the PX. On the way out the door, I promised Sherri that I owed her one, and she whispered in my ear, "If I have my way, we'll never get even."

I hoped it was true.

Psychedelic Flashback: Hippie, Harley, Art

A sexy hippie chick posing naked on a classic Harley Sporstster. The bike has been modified with a raked out and stretched front end, and she's been modified by psychedelic henna.

This image certainly evokes a time and place, at least in my imagination: late '60s or early '70s. Vietnam is still raging. Hendrix is on the radio. It's a fucked up, but also innocent time, where it seems perfectly cool to drop some tabs of acid, and get naked, and become art. 

Excess is better in moderation, but if I could have a time machine, and go back for a single afternoon to somewhere really fun, I think this might be it. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, body paint and choppers, outside in a park, maybe up along the northern California coast... yeah. That would be pretty bitchin.

Her First Lingerie, Jim's Story

Here's a super sexy submission from one of our Dear Readers, Jim. We adore the story and the snapshot. It's like getting to go back in time to that magical moment of first experiences and sexual discovery. Enjoy! (We sure do!)


Annie,

Your post regarding Robyn and her lingerie made me go find a photo of MY Robin and her lingerie.

We were 20 years old, and I knew she was the one.  I actually had my Mom order this little number from the Sears catalog, and Robin modeled it for me on her birthday.  Just an FYI -- those aren't black panties under the cammie -- that's all Robin.

Thought you'd appreciate hearing about it...   btw, married 35 years this fall...

Julia, Freshly Fucked

This picture is lewd--in all the best ways. You can tell that Julia has just been freshly fucked. And good. I heart this.

And Then The Skipper Walked In

What really happened behind the scenes on Giligan's Island.

Vintage Motorcycle, Vintage Bush

Two things that remain classic. 

Showing Off Her New Brazilian

At some point in the night, she thought it was not only ok to share with the group that she had just gotten a Brazilian wax, but that it was perfectly ok to show them.

No one complained. However, it was a little awkward.

Beach Flashing!

The lovely River flashes at the beach. So cute.

Perfect Beauty

She's so gorgeous. Crush.

Diddle Her Butt

Elevator Flash

You can have a lot of fun in an elevator.

Hardtail Hottie

Here's a hot Harley hardtail. And a hottie to go with it. 

The bike is a beautiful Harley-Davidson ironhead Sportster, in a hardtail frame that's been raked and stretched, with a killer chopper sissy bar and peanut gas tank. Pretty much a quintessential example of a classic chopper.

And the lovely lady, well, she hardly needs an explanation...

As Long as We're Here

Got to love a quickie in the car.

Her First Lingerie

I remember when Robyn bought her very first piece of lingerie. She was 18, a senior about to graduate. She seemed like she was finally an adult. She'd moved out of her parent's house and signed the lease on an apartment she'd share with her best friend Heather over the summer.

It seemed appropriate, then, to purchase her very first piece of lingerie. Back then, there wasn't a lot availible. there wasn't the internet. And even Victoria's Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood weren't in all the malls in all the small towns. She was from a small town. But there was a few pieces of lingerie for sale, mostly in the bridal wear sections, white and lacy. She picked out a baby-doll with garter straps and matching panties. 

She couldn't wait to model it for me. Of course, we snapped a few photos so we would always remember this day. It seemed like a big step, like we were finally in a grown-up sexual relationship. Looking back, it seems so innocent. 

Starbucks and Flash

A day out in the park for lovely Julia. She's got her snack from Starbucks, but skipped slipping on panties this morning. A nice way to start the weekend.

Her Photos

Sodomy Laws

Sodomy Laws, as written, were to punish sexual acts deemed unnatural, and therefore unethical. Sex between a husband and wife for the purpose of reproduction was "natural" and therefore ethical and legally protected. Oral sex and anal sex were both often defined under the sodomy laws. At the time this photo was taken, the act itself (whether the couple was in fact married or not) would have been illegal. 

While the law may have been difficult to enforce, it remained. Through the "sexual revolution" of the 60s and 70s states began to repeal their sodomy laws. But it wasn't until 2003, that the Supreme Court finally ruled that sodomy laws were unconstitutional, invalidating them in the remaining 14 states that still had them in the books.

Sadly, now more than a decade later, 13 states still have it in their books. Montana, Oklahoma, Texas, and Kansas still have laws specifically outlawing sex between gay Americans, and 9 other states outlaw anal or oral sex for for everyone.

One might argue that having a non-enforcable law on the books has no relevance one way or another. But as one reporter noted: "conservatives in those states know they can't enforce the laws, but by keeping them in the code, they can send a message that homosexuality is officially condemned by the government."

Enforceable or not, keeping outdated and unconstitutional laws on the books does send a message. And not a good one. The Supreme Court struck down the ban on interracial marriage in 1967. Alabama finally got around to taking it off the books in 2000.

Tonight, I'm going to celebrate my freedoms.  Please pass the KY...

Let Me Give You A Hand

All Natural Beauty

Things that are all natural are so much better for you than fake. There is a lot of fake in our lives. It's nice to get back to the basics.

Flashing on Trail

I remember fondly a time when we went hiking up in the Gorge, along a trail. There were a few other hikers ahead and behind us, but far enough away that we could have a little fun stopping and flashing for the camera.

Apparently, Julia had an almost identical experience. Thanks for the photo. Brought back some great memories.

Their First Film

The first DIY porn film isn't always the best quality, but it certainly is the most fun.

La Belle France

J'adore Paris.

Sexy Sex in Mirror

I love having sex with a mirror and a camera. It's like getting to be both an exhibitionist and your own voyeur. 

Harley Hotties, Then and Now

It doesn't matter the generation. It doesn't matter the decade. Hot blondes and Harleys have always belonged together. 

Get Your Motor Running

We have a sexy announcement at Sexy Sex Blog... [drumroll, please]

The addition of a new search tag: Motorcycles.

When building this blog, we always wanted to keep it simple and searchable. Since we focus on true stories, vintage real behind the scenes amateur photos, we feel that posts from the archives are just as sexy as they were when first published. Timeless. 

In that spirit, we're happy to add a combination as classic and American as burgers and fries, t-shirt and jeans: girls and bikes. 

So get your motor running, and head out on the highway with Sexy Sex Blog. 

The Pleasure of a Pinch

Let Me, Please

The Most Sultry Starlet

Hollywood has given us some sexy starlets over the decades--some glamorous, some sophisticated, some coy and some coquettish... but there is little doubt that the most sultry was Lauren Bacall.

Originally born of Jewish immigrants in the Bronx, Betty Joan Perske would eventually work her way up through modeling gigs and small roles to her breakout aside the great Humphrey Bogart. Who can forget her classic line in "To Have and Have Not," when she tells Bogart that if he wants her, all he has to do is whistle. "Do do know how to whistle?" she asks. "Just put your lips together and blow."

It has become one of the most quoted lines in Hollywood History.

The then 24 year old Bacall and 45 year old Bogart would launch a romance as fiery off screen as on. They would marry and star in four more Hollywood classics before Bogart's death in 1957.

Supposedly, Bacall placed a whistle in Borgats coffin as a memento to the touchstone of their 10-year romance.

Starting Saturday With a Shared Shower

Sharing the shower is a great way to start a Saturday. Especially a slow, leisurely shower.

Blowjob in Car

A quick pull over off the road. One of the best ways to take a break on a roadtrip.

Sundress Weather

I love sundress weather. Apparently, so does Julia.