Marsha Marsha Marsha

When the ABC TV show "The Brady Bunch" introduced the character of Marsha Brady in 1969, she became the classic image of the sweet, innocent "girl-next-door." Many who grew up in the 70s watching the original episodes, or the re-reuns, had a crush on Marsha Brady. No doubt many fantasized about what the sweet girl-next-door would look like naked. This has, with the new digital technology, lead to that very revelation. A sub-group of "fan fakes"has arisen around Marsha.

Marsha Brady from the TV show "The Brady Bunch" (1969-74)

Supposedly a real image of Maureen McCormick circa 1980.

A fan fake of Marsha in the shower.

(A funny fake with a little story.) 

Brandy Makes Her Randy

Give the wife some brandy, and she'll do anything. She'll show you exactly what she wants, and how she wants it.

Caught peeing

Kinda funny, and kinda sexy, too.

Sexy History: The Thong

Some say the thong may be the oldest form of clothing, starting who knows when, as little more than a strap of leather. Bushmen of Africa wore a type of thong as did the Sumo of Japan (but perhaps these examples are more pre-historic jock straps). Generally it's pretty well agreed that cultures around the world figured out someway to string up a man's junk when wrestling, hunting and generally cruising through jungles and forests. What's not very clear is when women began to wear thongs. 

Some say women's thongs are a relatively modern invention. They may have come into popular culture sometime in the early 20th Century worn by erotic dancers. It's not clear if dances such as Josephine Baker at Paris' famous Folies Bergère ever wore thongs. Supposedly New York's famous Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia ordered nude dancers to "dress more appropriately" in 1939. In many states, strippers cannot dance full-nude, and thus wear as "just enough" to stay within the law. The cover-up codes gave rise to dancers wearing "pasties" and no doubt influenced the reduction of as much underwear as possible.

Another theory is that when the French bikini made its way to sunny Brazil, the sun-loving south Americans invented the thong bikini, known as fio dental (literally, dental floss). 

As a form of women's underwear, the thong seemed to make a sudden appearance. This seemed to correspond with the shift to "low-rise" jeans and exposed mid-drifts in the early 2000s. When women bent over, the thong would rise, exposing a "whale tail." This sight, of course, became very popular with boys. The Wall Street Journal reported that "Thongs are the fastest growing segment of the $2 billion-a-year women's panty business." Companies, such as Victoria's Secret, Frederick's of Hollywood, Lane Bryant and even discount stores, such as Target and Wal-Mart credited thongs for their jump in sales then.

The thong craze had faded, just as exposed mid drifts, tramp stamps, and the popularity of Brittney Spears. However, the thong, while not a much in the public eye, has become an accepted, mainstream form of underwear. In fact, recent surveys place the number of American women who wear thongs as their preferred underwear style at 28%.

The Look of Lust

A beautiful moment captured. Raw. Pure.

This Day in History: Woodstock

On August 16, 1969, a young generation converged on a small 600-acre farm in upstate New York. During the sometimes rainy weekend, thirty-two acts performed outdoors in front of 500,000 concert-goers. The following year, the release of the documentary "Woodstock" brought the event to hundreds of thousands more, bringing the experience to those who missed the "3 days of peace and music" in person, and cementing the concert in the minds of Americans as one of the defining moments in popular music history and an embodiment of a generational spirit.

Like a good literature, the experience of watching the film changes with multiple viewings, and especially at different ages. When I was young and my father read Huckleberry Fin to me, I thought it a thrilling tale of boyhood adventure. When I later read it in college, it revealed itself as a portrait of race and racism in the American South. Likewise, when I saw the documentary as a 16-year-old brimming with idealism and romanticism, I connected to the music, clothing, and the "don't trust anyone over 30" attitudes of the flower children. To me, they were teens like me, and I so wanted a VW bus--especially a window van--and wanted to paint flowers and peace signs on the sides and drive around the country with my lover and "do our own thing" without "hassle." Like many of those who actually attended Woodstock, I looked at the concert as a model of getting along and a loving one another. 

Now, watching the film, I pick up on the lines about how the promoters lost millions of dollars. I see the hippies in line at the porta-a-potties and think about the behind the scenes coordination of getting those toilets there and the guy who is cleaning them and how many of the stoned concert goers would stop to think of what was being provided them. I see the shots of how trashed the field was and much garbage was left, soggy sleeping bags, and stray socks and water mellon rinds. In this light, it's easy to see the wasteful excess of the Baby Boomers, their self-centeredness wrapped in self-richousness and, saddest of all, blinded by naivety. My idolization of the Woodstock goers swung toward resentment. 

As I grow older, my opinion on Woodstock continues to evolve. As Joni Mitchell said, "I look at clouds from both sides now." (She was originally slated to perform, but canceled at the urging of her manager to avoid missing a scheduled appearance on The Dick Cavett Show.) Woodstock was a truly unique and significant event in American history, for both good and bad reasons. It captures the essences of a privileged generation's attempt to "change the world" by sitting on their asses, getting stoned, and listening to music. But, it also captures a moment of fun, freedom, and youthful energy that arguably hasn't been manifested so succinctly at one singe place at one single time. (The 20th anniversary of Woodstock, in comparison, was thoroughly forgettable.)  

My favorite part of the whole film was the skinny dipping in the lake. That really seemed to capture, to me, an openness and love amongst people. 

If I had a time machine and could go back in time and check out Woodstock, would I? No doubt about it.

DIY Porn

All you need to become a porn star: plug your digital camera into your TV. Dress up in something skimpy. Get a prop, like a wine bottle. Aim camera. Ok, ready.

The Dolphin

Marge Monday

Sexy Marge strikes a pose, suggesting she'd like it from behind.

Forgotten Classic?

When did Penthouse publish this? Amazingly sexy. 

Weekend Bliss

Is there any better way to spend a relaxing weekend?

Judging by the expression on her face, I don't think so.

The Marsha Brady Look

Anyone who grew up in the 70s no doubt grew up with the Brady Bunch. Even into the 80s through re-reruns folks knew the Brady's. And, pretty much all agreed, Marsha was hot. She became a type of innocent sex symbol to her TV fans. The other sex symbols of the time, Farrah Fawcett,  Bo Derrick, and such, were "women," older, mature, sultry, and potentially dangerous--while Marsha was like the girl in third-period class, or the student body, or the cheer squad, or the one organizing the dance... she was the girl everyone knew, and all the guys wanted to date. So pretty and so sweet that she was totally unobtainable. This of course, made her all the more desirable. 

How many have tried to imagine Marsha nude? (Me, for one.)

The real Marsha Brady

Not the real Marsha, but a striking resemblance. 

Quickies Need to be quick!

Oh yes they do.

What's for dinner?

Yum. Looks like it's going to be a delicious dinner. And no doubt an equally outstanding dessert.

Their Pretend

Their favorite fantasy was imagining that they were sharing her with another guy. She'd stick her large suction-cup dong to the mirror by their bed, and as he pounded her in the back, she'd suck on the rubber cock as it if were her second lover. He loved watching her suck on it as her rammed her from behind. She seemed to get more and more turned on as she had a penis in each end of her, pushing back and forth, filling her. He got turned on when she'd almost choke on the cock as he drove his into her. It seemed so dirty to see her that way, like a porn star.

He didn't really know how he'd feel if they ever took it to the next level. She didn't either. Secretly they both knew they were willing to try, and that it was just a matter of time.

Vacation flash

If don't come home from a vacation with a photo like this, can you really say you've had a vacation? 

Nettie, Another

Here's another great image of one of our favorite contemporary models, Nettie Harris. This image is the work of Mike Arledge. So nice. It evokes the 1970s, which was unquestionably one of the great golden eras in the history of photography. So sexy. 

Between two

Is there any place better to be?

Everyone's A Winner

Happy Camper

I would totally go camping with this chick!

The power of empathy

My wife and I know this guy Steve. He's not really our friend, but sort of a friend of several of our friends, so we always see him at most of the social events we attend. Usually it's just small talk, like, "Hey, what's up, dude?" We ask him about his wife, or his job. I think he's a computer engineer. He's one of those guys who is sort of nerdy, and was probably awkward in high school, but after college he got a high-paying job and a position where he could manage people below him, so his social skills are really extreme: he's either introverted, or sort of pushy. That's probably why we never really hit it off. Also, he seems to always be staring down my wife's blouse when he talks to her. My wife has never said anything, but she has made off-hand comments about how much she secretly enjoys being looked at lustfully from other men. I can't say I blame her; it's like if a pretty girl came up and told you you had a nice smile, or strong looking arms. It boosts your self esteem, makes you feel like a stud.

Anyway, at a recent party, we learned that Steve was going through a divorce. It was pretty rough. After a while, I didn't want to spend the whole night talking to him about his failed marriage, so I left him and my wife in the kitchen. She's much more empathetic and patient than I am.

As the evening progressed, I'd glance over at them. She would lean forward sympathetically, as he told her his sad tale. Sometimes she'd hug him and pat his back. It seemed pretty sorry to me.

Much later, when everyone was pretty drunk, and it was about time to head home, I walked back to the kitchen to find my wife. I stopped short when I saw her. She was leaning back on the kitchen counter, and Steve was standing in front of her. He was blocking the view of her, but I could she her head over his shoulder, and the expression on her face was sort of glazed over, like she was really drunk or something. I'd seen the look before, but couldn't place it. She looked like she was concentrating intensely, but also totally relaxed. She was staring off into space at nothing in particular, as if totally lost in her own thoughts.

Then I realized Steve's right arm was moving slightly. I could see his elbow moving sort of up and down and back and forth. I couldn't see his hand from where I was standing, but it was clear from the angle of his arm that he was reaching up under her skirt. The expression in my wife's face suddenly made sense; it was the same look that would come over her as she masturbated.

I was too shocked to move. I wanted to burst in and break up this business, and yet, it was also a shockingly arousing site to see my wife being secretly fingered by another man at a party.

I watched for a bit, then stepped back so they wouldn't see me. In a bit, my wife emerged from the kitchen. Her skirt was neatly back in place, her hair combed, but her cheeks flushed. She'd obviously tried to tidy herself up, but it was clear she had the glow of orgasm.

We didn't say much on the ride home. In the car, I could smell her scent of her pussy. I wondered how wet she still was. I knew she'd be ready for some good hard sex when we returned home. I asked, casually, how her conversation with Steve had gone. "Really well," she said. "Very cathartic."

The Demo

This picture is so sexy on so many levels. First, of course, is that two good looking people are putting on a sex show in front of some 50 onlookers. Second, that he's so obviously positioning himself to push deep into her ass. She reaches back with her free hand to spread her cheek wider to give the voyeurs a better view. Some guys are filming, some photographing, and some just watching in amazement. Notice in the second row, to the far right edge of the photo, a couple. That would be me and my boyfriend, who are watching with uncertainty but excitement. 

I am thinking about being that woman. I am thinking about being taken anally, and the thought of being on all fours, while my lover bent over me, positioning his cockhead at my tight back entrance. I am imagining that I am wearing the glitter sparkle fringe costume. That my face will be pushed against the soiled mattress while I am being pounded in the butt, and how I will have to exaggerate my pleasure for the crowd, moaning and crying out as loudly as I can with lewd phrases like in a porno. "Fuck me in the ass, fuck me harder, ooohhh, give it to me, fill my ass with your cum!"I would feel every eye in the room focused on the cock pumping in and out of my tight hole, and my cunt, wide open to their eyes, dripping wet with my own excitement of exhibition.

I want to be that woman. If only for one night.

Another Cutie

Another cutie with a tumbrl. Hi Carla. 

Pen question

Is it just me or isn't it pretty damn sexy when a woman sticks a pen in her ass?

Wedding Day Quickie

What is it about a bride on her wedding day that is just so sexy?

Marge Monday

What's Marge doing now? posing for another naughty calendar? Posing for another centerfold in Playdude? Or just another day in Springfield, waiting for Homer to get some beer, condoms, and lube at the Kwik-E-Mart? She certainly has an exhibitionist streak, and if Lenny and Carl walked by, or Jimbo and the pack of bullies from Bart's school, or anyone walked by and saw her on the hood of Homer's cars, naked as a jaybird, and were shocked, or even aroused, she'd like that. Everyone knows she has one of the best bodies in Springfield, the envy of the women and desire of the men. She likes that, and why not?

Word of the day: Amomaxia

Amomaxia: Having sex in a parked car.

Summer: Best and Worst

When we saw these two images, we just had to repost with the original caption, which, in our humble option, is brilliant: 

least favourite thing about the summer: being harrassed/cat-called by douchebags.

best thing about the summer: casually flashing my hairy pits so those douchebags leave me alone.

Yay for Julia, boo for douchebags.

Ready Red!

Redhead, polaroids. How can you not fall in love?

Country Girls

Country girls are so great. They love to rebel. But, being in the country, it still seems so down home old fashioned that it keeps a sense of innocent good fun. Like take these two, for example: climb up on the corrugated roof of a farm shed with their swim suits and beach towels and flip flops. 

It gets hot on the metal roof, and since no one is around to see, they have a little fun and slip off their suits. One has some smokes. They laugh. The window between youth and adulthood--savoring all the freedom of adults, and none of the responsibilities. It's sometimes a narrow window. Sometimes a single summer in life. When it happens, though, how sweet it is.

Nettie

Here's another photo of one of my favorite contemporary models, Nettie Harris. This photo is by Clay Lipsky. It reminds me of the photos Edward Weston took of Margrethe Mather in the 1920s.

Helping Hand

Everyone can use a little helping hand washing in in the bathtub.

Kate's show at the local nude beach

Kate and I went to the local nude beach recently. At first, she was very uncomfortable because she seemed to be the only female there, and the average age seemed to be about 55. It felt creepy, like all the old lecherous men were watching her undress. As she lay in the sun, she couldn't relax. She felt their lustful eyes on her. 

Normally, when she was tense, she'd rub out a quick orgasm. She'd even do this at work on especially bad days. Sometimes under her desk, even. None of her co-workers knew. She was used to masturbating in public, but doing it privately. For herself. Not for show.

She figured as long as the guys were going to stare and make her uncomfortable, she should turn the power dynamic around. Being a passive object of their lust made her feel like a victim. If she took matters into her own hands, she felt empowered. Fuck it. She opened her legs, gave the stupid old men a good look, and then proceeded to do what she wanted to herself.

Dressed up and ready

Dressed up, strapped on, and ready.

Dorm party, Hawaiian theme

I never had a party like this in my college dorm room. Such a shame! Looks like these kids know how to luau. 

Dash in

Its dark, cold, and someone says let's skinny dip! Quickly courage is gathered, clothes dropped, and we all dash in.

Sexy Swimwear

Some girls feel a lot of pressure to shave their winter hair come swimsuit season. This lady, however, did not. More power to her. She looks pretty sexy in her beachware. 

Twice as Nice

Making Copies at the office

She was making copies at work. It was hot in August and she'd worn a black dress--formal enough, but also thin and short to keep cool in the summer heat. As she copied, she thought more and more about pulling down her top and photocopying her boobs. No one had come in for the past 20 minutes as she copied the reports. Someone could come in at any minute, but that made it even more tempting. She could be caught by an intern, a secretary, or a VP could walk in. Maybe she'd be fired. But with each pass of light, she knew she'd do it. She waited for the report to finish, and then, quickly, yanked down her top and pressed her bare breasts to the glass.

What she hadn't realized, however, is that she hadn't hit reset. She thought she'd made only one copy,which she kept, but the image of her boobs was (still on double side) included in the back of the report. Because there was no way to identify who's boobs they belonged to, she was never caught, but it certainly made the board meeting more interesting.

On Our Vacation

We didn't travel all this way to have our vacation spoiled by some creepy guy who wouldn't leave us alone. Other than him, we had the entire pool to ourselves. I had my camera and had wanted to take some sexy photos, have her flash me, maybe swim topless. But with the other resort guest sitting on the pool chair, hanging out and pretending not to stare at my wife in her bikini, we were getting frustrated.  

Finally, he got up and went to the bathroom. Before he was out of sight, my wife rolled over and pulled her butt cheek aside, revealing hidden skin. Of course she knew what she was doing. Totally concealed to the stranger, but giving me a glimpse of her most erotic and forbidden spot. Of course we would have intense sex back in our hotel room. And you can guess where she wanted me to fill her.

Coors Lite

The official drink of party girls everywhere.

Marge Monday

Sometimes Marge is in the mood for some lovin', but Homer gets back from Moe's in a drunk stupor and quickly falls asleep. Once he's out, he's out for the night. And Marge is left to take matters into her own hands.