Different Generations

Here are two women that of totally different generations, yet embody a similar beauty. Sophia was born in Italy in 1934. She's won Academy Awards, and is often ranked in the top 20 Most beautiful women of all time. She is synonymous with "International sex symbol." The other young lady is Erica. She's 18, or so. From Tenessee. Has a blog. Dyes her hair, experiments with personal fashion. Like all teenage American girls. One fashion she seems to have embraced is not shaving, like Sophia. She notes on her Tumblr that she loses followers when she shows a image of her furry underarms. That's too bad. 

These two photos are separated by at least 50 years, but just goes to show that fashion is always cyclical. And beauty standards are not always, and should not, be defined only by the haters. 

Lakeside

They'd been skinny dipping all afternoon, and the day was turning to dusk. Before they packed up and called it a day, she asked him to come over to her. 

She wanted to watch him touch himself to orgasm and feel his warm cum shoot on her bare breasts. 

She loved being outdoors and how skin felt in the cooling evening air. And how the lake smelled. And how everything felt more romantic and more sexual. 

Shopping Flash

Something about this image is just so fun, and so sexy.

Bike Change

Not sure what's going on here. Is she taking off her panties? On a dare? Is she feeling sexy? Or does she have to pee? Or is she slipping her panties back on, after a pee, or maybe after a quickie? The only thing really clear is that she's half way in or out of her sexy green thong, outdoors, with her mountain bike. Something sexy is in the process of happening. We love it when an image implies a story. 

This day in history: Octoberfest!

"The" Oktoberfest is a two-week festival held each year in Munich, Germany during late September and early October. The first "Oktoberfest" occurred in Munich, on October 12, 1810. The annual event is now attended by six million people each year and has inspired numerous similar events using the name Oktoberfest.

At the center of the celebration is the serving of strong beer by buxom women dressed in dirndls. A dirndl is a type of traditional dress worn mostly worn in Austria and Bavaria, based on the historical costume of Alpine peasants. (Dirndlgewand means "maid's dress").

We like very much.

Does she know?

She untied bikini strings so she could avoid strap lines, but does she know her bikini has slipped, just enough to reveal, at just the right angle, half of her left nipple? Maybe she's asleep and has no idea. Or maybe she's not asleep, and is thinking of all the people who walk past and catch a glimpse. She's on vacation, and everyone is a stranger. Maybe she's a bit of exhibitionist, and secretly loves the thrill of partly exposing herself and pretending like her bikini just "accidentally" slipped.

Marge Monday

Time for some snuggles!

BJ Pool Party

Looks like a fun party.

Scandal at the Local Photo Store

These days, everyone has a digital camera. Camera's on computers, in cel phones. Pretty much anyone can take a sexy picture of themselves. And pretty much, at some point in a romantic relationship, someone takes a sexy picture to send to their lover. There's a new modern danger in this: leaving your email open, letting someone borrow your phone, or getting it stollen. 

As possible as it is to get your sexy images lifted and distributed these days, it still doesn't seem even half as risky as in the pre-digital era. Back then, film came in rolls, and each roll could capture 12, 24, 0r 36 images. You clicked, and hoped the image would come out. You couldn't just look and see, and delete and take another. It was a calculated guess at best.  

Next, with the roll of film all exposed, you'd take it to the lab. Just before the digital revolution, at the very end of the film era, the big box stores would develop your film: Costco, Kmart, Walmart, etc. You could, in theory, drop off your film, maybe even under a made up name, and then let it disappear to some  mega lab somewhere else, and come back a week later. You could tell yourself that no one you knew saw the photos of you, just some lab tech somewhere else. 

But before the mega-stores, photo labs were local. Often, you'd take your film into a corner store, and hand it directly to the guy who would in 5 minutes, pull your roll and process it right there. In smaller towns, you knew this guy, at least by first name. This guy would process all your photos: family vacations, weddings, graduations, and even the most mundane things like the shot of a tree that came down on your roof and you needed a photo for the insurance file. These photo lab owners had a total window into the day-to-day lives of the town. 

And so, it seemed extraordinarily daring for someone to take a camera, work out the manual controls to expose the image properly, shoot explicit images of themselves, and then march the roll of film downtown to the local camera store and hand it over to the man who would develop it, frame by frame, and in a couple hours, hand it right back to you, looking at you, and telling you the price, and you try not to blush and hand over the money and get out as fast as you can.

Now that took guts.

A Peek

L'Origine du Monde

The story goes that a Turkish diplomat arrived in Paris. He'd been the former ambassador of the Ottoman Empire in Athens and Saint Petersburg, and in Paris was able to cultivate his taste for gambling and erotic fine art. His collection included Le Bain Turc (The Turkish Bath) from Ingres and a painting by Gustave Courbet, Les Dormeuses (The Sleepers). In Paris, this diplomat, Khalil Bey, comissioned from Courbet, what would become one of (if not the) most explicit images made on canvass. This painting offers a gynecological view of a woman's open legs, and her delicate labia surrounded by a thicket of dark pubic hair. It's name, classic for its simplicity, directness, and also irony: "L'Origine du Monde," or "The Origin of the World."

It is said that the model for painting was a woman named Joanna Hiffernan or "Jo." Jo happened to be the girlfriend of another painter, the American James Whistler, who is perhaps best known for the stoic image, "Whistler's Mother." Some say the two painters had a falling out after the release of "L'Origine."

Only two years after commissioning the painting, the Turkish diplomat lost his fortune by gambling. At the sale of the Khalil Bey collection in 1868, the painting was bought up by antique dealer Antoine de la Narde. The very next year, Edmond de Goncourt hit upon it in an antique shop in 1889, hidden behind a wooden pane decorated with the painting of a castle or a church in a snowy landscape.

A couple decades passed, until Hungarian collector Baron Ferenc Hatvany bought it at the Bernheim-Jeune gallery in 1910 and took it with him to Budapest. Towards the end of WWII, the painting was looted by Soviet troops but ransomed back by Hatvany. When he emigrated, he was allowed to take only one art work with him. He took L'Origine full circle to Paris.

In 1955, L’Origine du monde was sold at auction for 1.5 million francs. Its new owner was the French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan. He installed it in his country house in Guitrancourt. Lacan asked his stepbrother to build a double bottom frame to hide the painting behind another picture. His step brother, the painter Andre Masson, painted a surrealist, allusive version of L’Origine du monde.

After Lacan died in 1981, the French Minister of Economy and Finances agreed to settle the family’s inheritance tax bill through the transfer of the work (dation en lieu in French law) to the Musée d'Orsay. The act was finalized in 1995. Since 1996, the painting has been on public display.

According to postcard sales, L’Origine du monde is the second most popular painting in the Musée d’Orsay.

"Thanks to Courbet's great virtuosity and the refinement of his amber colour scheme, the painting escapes pornographic status," states the Musee d'Orsay. "The Origin of the World, now openly displayed, has taken its proper place in the history of modern painting. But it still raises the troubling question of voyeurism." Apparently, it also provokes some exploration of exhibitionism, too.

Here's a fantastic contribution of a tribute to Courbet's famous work of art.

A nice day for plaid

Sloppy Seconds

They found that no matter how long he tried to last, he'd cum just as she was starting to get warmed up. She loved it when he came, which made her even more horny, but after ejaculating, he'd start to grow limp.  All she wanted was for him to cum and then immediately be hard again and cum a second time.

The solution, they found: instead of trying to make him last twice as long, they'd just get a second cock, hard and ready to fill her, already loosened and lubricated. She'd have the best orgasms feeling the spray of hot cum shooting inside her, and spilling out. 

If her husband was hard again, she'd lie back and let him take another turn. Sometimes her orgasm could last as he pounded away, giving her a series of small orgasms that seemed to blend one into the other. 

That day at the River

That day at the river. It was so hot. You took off your flannel shirt, and stood in your bra. I pulled out my camera. You posed, looking into the camera, directly, but casual. As if to say, I know we will want to remember today. In the future we will go back to this day, and say yes, that is how life is supposed to be.

Country Apples

There are few things more lovely than the country in October. Although it's no longer summer, the days can be bright and clear. The country apples are ready for picking. They are so small and hard, so crispy and tangy compared to the apples in grocery stores. Just right for pies and the cider press.

Sexy Cowgirl

Pearlsnaps and chaps. The classics never go out of style.

Super Cute

Boobs in the Grass

This is a super sexy self-snap done by a very sexy Italian gal named Marika, a University student in Salerno, which is in the southern part of Italy. She has a lovely body, that she loves to photograph. I think we're all the better for it.

Velma and Daphne

Two girls who sometimes like to slip off by themselves while solving mysteries.

Oh Yeah!

Oh hell yeah. This is who I want to go boating with. (And in that boat.)