Sexy and Silly

I love a girl who can be sexy and silly at the same time.

Cum Dog

Blindfolded, on her hands and knees, she likes to play a little game she calls cum dog.

The Great Outdoors

Ahh, fishing in the Great Outdoors...what could be better? Fishing outdoors without pants!

Delicious

Bath and Kitty

A bath and a kittie. Life's simple joys.

PE Class

Physical Education... one of my favorite classes back in school.

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. 

Back to school

Back to school means back to the books.

At Plato's Retreat

Plato’s Retreat, the notorious swingers’ club, epitomized the free-sex atmosphere of pre-AIDS New York.

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.

The Disco at Plato's Retreat

Gay male activity was banned, but anything girl-girl encouraged

In the mattress room

In the mattress room

One woman enjoys being the center of attention at Plato's

Photo by Bruce Gilden, 1980

 Photo by Allan Tannenbaum

Marge Monday: Flower Power

Marge had her hippie phase when she was a teen. Homer liked it.

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.

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.

Ready, Aim, Fire

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.

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.

Soft Light

I love the soft light of morning. Sleeping naked. And this image.

Trying Her Hand At Porn

Some say porn is made by and consumed by men. But she liked porn as much as he did. She liked watching it, and she wanted to try her hand at making it.

Volvo

I once owned a Volo station wagon. My friend Laura once owned a Volvo station wagon. We never did this. I wish we had.

Yes Please

Yes please and thank you.

The wardrobe

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Pulled Tight

Backyard Nap

When I came home, I found Kate laying out on a blanket in the backyard. She was reading her book, and sipping wine from a mason jar. She wasn't wearing anything. 

Marge Monday

Marge's sisters, Patty and Selma, first bought Marge a dildo as a gift with the hopes that it would somehow show here the inadequacy of her husband Homer. Their plan backfired. Mare not only loved the toy, but she and Homer incorporated it into their regular lovemaking. 

Now, she's found herself curious about expanding her toy collection.

After Summer Has Gone

I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those
Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone

"The Boys of Summer" 

by Don Henley & Michael Campbell

lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

In Memory

Today we pause to honor the memory of 9/11.

Homecoming

She returns to her high school to show her new college boyfriend where she used to cheer on the cheerleader squad. That was so long ago, and she was so young and innocent back then. Not like now, a college Junior!

Cutie on Nude Beach

Such a cutie. I think I'm in love.

Cabin Memories

So sexy. The three of them in a cabin. A bottle of Champagne on the table, and so is she. On her knees, she's getting it hard from behind--maybe in the back. Look at the expression of both pain and pleasure, the overwhelming sensation that comes from intense anal sex. It's so hard and deep, that she can no longer concentrate on her boyfriend's erect penis that pokes at her face. He's distracted, too, though. Seeing his friend pull out and then reposition his cock to take her in the butt, the boyfriend had to reach for his camera. He had to get some video of his girlfriend's face as she was being fucked in the ass.

This was turning out to be a great vacation at the cabin. One they'd all remember the rest of their lives.

Beach Couples

They were all good friends: John and Amy, Amanda and Ian. They thought it'd be fun to all do to a nude beach together. So they loaded up a couple blankets and a cooler with beer. They spent a relaxing day hanging out, swimming, and soaking up sun. It was obvious, John and Ian enjoyed checking out their girlfriends naked. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves, too, and seemed to flaunt their nudity in small ways, like when Amy got up to grab her sunscreen, and on her hands and knees, was providing everyone a clear view of her exposed pussy. When the girls got to talking about sex, they noticed how their boyfriends were eavesdropping eagerly, but also uncomfortably shifting to hide their erections.

After an hour in the sun, getting worked up by sex talk, nakedness, and beer, they were all feeling good, and pretty drunk. The sun was going down and the beach had cleared out. They had it to themselves. It was getting a little cooler, but the alcohol kept them warm. 

The couples were each cuddling up a bit on their own blankets. Ian and Amanda were wishing they had a little more privacy, so they could act on the feelings that had been building all afternoon. Just then they looked up and saw that John and Amy had just gone ahead. Privacy or not, John had rolled onto Amy, and slid inside her. She'd drawn her knees up, and wide apart to let him in. He humped her, as her hands reached around him, caressing and clutching his hair and sliding up and down his back. She was starting to moan as he pumped into her. She arched her hips to meet his trusts, gaining friction on her clit, and making her moan loader. Amanda and Ian stopped everything and just watched their two good friends fucking. 

Her Hidden Rock

She hiked all the way down the beach to the rocks. She was far away enough from the crowds, but she wanted more. After climbing over the rocks, she found a flat ledge above the sea, warm in the sun, and just right for sunbathing. She laid out her towel. With a glance back to make sure no one had seen her, she slipped off her swimsuit.

Once stretched out, soaking up sun, the lapping of the sea on the rocks soothing her ears, she began to feel warm all over. Her right hand began to roam her body. It just seemed to explore on its own, and she made no effort to stop it. When her fingers brushed her golden curls, she shuttered. Her fingertips knew what would happen next and her hips arched to meet them. She would make herself cum, and not hold back. Not stifle her moans and her gasps of pleasure. She would cum in full view of the sun, looking down on her, exposed. 

Alicia Justin, June, 1974

Summer Dresses

I love it when its warm enough to wear just a light sundress, and nothing else.

The Bachelorette

Some friends! 

Ashley expected some silliness for her bachelorette party--maybe some silly gifts like glow-in-the-dark condoms. Or condoms blown up to serve as balloons. Lingereie was a traditional bachelorette gift. Maybe her friends would give her a thong, or even a pair of crotchless panties. Maybe they'd play a silly game like "Pin the tail on the donkey" but instead of a donkey, a cardboard cut out of a hot man and instead of a tail... well, you get the idea.

She'd even prepared herself for the silliness (and embarrassment) of a male stripper. Ashley had grown up with Miranda, her maid of honor. They'd been college roommates freshman year. Sophomore year, Miranda joined the Kappa sorority, and turned into quite the party girl, and all through college they were still friends, but just didn't overlap much in the same social circles. Still, after graduation, and back in their hometown, she couldn't imagine Miranda not being in her bridal party, and in fact, Miranda volunteered to be her Maid of Honor, and take care of all the planning. There was nothing Miranda loved to do more than plan a party. How could Ashley say no?

The evening started out about as she expected it. Some gag gifts like a tiara and fake VIP pass that said Slut, and entitled the bride-to-be to one last night of total debauchery and a "pass" to sleep with anyone before the lifelong commitment of monogamy. There was champagne, and shots, and a limo that took them to a club for dancing. 

The first dares were funny, silly, and by then she was so drunk, she went along. Miranda dared Ashely to slip off her panties and hand them to the cutest guy in the room. Embarassed and red-faced Ashley did. She turned to the first guy she could find, thrust her panties at him and said, "I'm sorry, I'm getting married and my friend made me do this." The guy, her age and not bad looking, smiled. He was cool and took her panties and said, no worries, he totally understood the whole bachelorette thing. They chatted for a bit, but the music was so loud, she eventually thanked the guy and headed back to her friends. 

More shots and more dancing. She didn't really realize that she'd been dancing without underwear, but when she did, it suddenly felt very naughty, and she smiled. She knew Miranda was just trying to get her to step out of her comfort zone and just be more open to new experiences.

Next, they were back in the limo and Miranda dared Ashely to stand up through the sunroof and wave to passing cars. Ashely stood up and as the limo slowly cruised the downtown street, she waved and shooted "whoo-hoo!" to the people she passed, mostly young couples and groups going to bars and clubs. They'd usually look up and seeing the limo, and a drunk Ashley wearing a tiara and waving, they'd wave back, and yell, "party!"  Just then, someone (probably Miranda) yanked down Ashely's dress. She was now topless, standing in the sunroof. Her bare breasts exposed to the cool city air, and all the eyes of the public. Her first reaction was to sit down quickly in embarrassment, but she realized that she'd never be in this place at this time ever again. So what if some random people saw her boobs. Maybe they were a little small, but they were cute. She wasn't ashamed of her body. And what the hell--it was her night, and her pass to break the rules. Not like a cop is going to pull over a hired limo with four drunk ladies celebrating a bachelorette party.

Next, they were in a club packed with screaming drunk women and male strippers. Ashley was quickly escorted to a VIP room that Miranda had reserved. There, they were treated to more shots, and their own private stripper. His attention turned to Ashely as he began to do his show. Ashely had dated guys in high school and college--some tall, some short, some smart, and some outdoorsy types, but she had never  dated, or even considered, the real super-jocks of school. They just seemed in a different world, and only dated sorority girls like Miranda.  And, Ashley assumed, couldn't hold a conversation beyond, "whatsup?"

But she didn't need to talk to this guy. She didn't care what his name was or his major in school. Here was a perfect specimen of the male body in a purely physical sense. He was tall and cut out of solid muscle and as he pulled out his cock, apparently longer and thicker than any man she'd ever seen.

As he was dancing, he pulled out a can of whipped creme and squirted a bit on his bicep. He then flexed and held his arm to Ashely's face to lick it off. Miranda and the others were cheering her on, and so Ashely licked it off. This lead him to squirt a little on his hard chest, and have her lick it off again. And then on his 6-pack abs. And then, on his long, thick cock. By now, Ashely had already licked his skin and she was both curious and a little turned on by the thought of feeling her lips on his manly cock.

Tentitively she leaned forward and licked. Slightly loosing her balance she licked forward. She regained herself, and laughed, and everyone cheered, and her face was still in the strippers crotch, and as he gyrated to the pulse of the music, he was growing larger and larger and harder, and the girls were chanting "suck it! suck it! suck it!"

Instinct or habit took over. With a hard cock, her lips wrapped around it. And she began to bob up and down on it, though she could hardly fit it in her mouth. It was so big and hard and she was totally buzzed and really turned on. The next thing she knew she was on her back, legs up and the giant cock was pushing inside her. She was in too much pleasure to care. She was filled and stretched and the cock was going in and out in a strong rhythmic beat. She had no sense of time or place or even her friends; everything was centered on the pleasure of being penetrated. 

She had no idea of how long it had been and no clear memory of exactly what happened. Miranda had spared no expense in renting the VIP room and hiring the stripper to give her the "full package." The final act, apparently, to steal the evening of debauchery and to mark the official transition between sungle slut and chaste wife, was a baptism of cum.

Ashley doesn't really remember it, but the pictures show, that after being fucked silly by the stripper, she was made to kneel before him. Her friends cheered her on and even held her head up awaiting his cum, and commanding her to keep her tongue stuck out to receive her "bridal shower" in hot sticky semen. 

The final picture, taken by the stripper, shows the bride and her bridal party. The bride's maids are all still dressed, while Ashley is naked, with a glob of cum dripping from her chin and coated her bare breasts. She smiles, as if still in amazement that she's just had sex with a total stranger, in front of her best friends. It's an image she'll never show her husband, and has no place in her new married life, but marks the last night when she was single, and abandoned all boundaries. It was a night to live fully in the moment with no reservations and no pre-concieved ideas of who she had to be to please anyone but herself. And going into marriage, she feels confident, because she now feels like she hasn't missed out. 

She's not going back to the club or going to cheat on her husband. But she keeps the pictures, and every couple years, when she's alone and in a certain mood, she'll pull them out and relive the memory.

Girlfriend in Mirror

In her room, bored, she decides to use her camera's self timer to take some photos of herself, naked in front of her closet mirror.

Shaving Help

Sometimes when she shaves her legs in the shower, she props her leg up to reach better. He likes to help.

Enthusiasm

Dianna was not exactly a girl you'd call bright, but she sure made up for it with a lot of enthusiasm.

Google This

Every second, 372 internet users are typing adult search terms into search engines.


Daily pornographic search engine requests are 25% of total search engine requests.


One in three visitors to pornographic websites are women.


(source: http://internet-filter-review.toptenreviews.com/internet-pornography-statistics.html)

Yay for Labor Day!

Best way to spend it: Outside, at a lake, with a best friend.

Marge Monday

Bart was playing in his treehouse, when he noticed that his parents had forgotten to close their curtain. "Ay Carumba," he said. He didn't wanted to see his parents having sex. It wasn't the first time, though; he and Lisa had both walked into them in their room, the bathroom, and such. Homer and Marge tried to be private about their alone time, but with kids, it happens.