Why are amateur pix so compelling? What is it about that lack of gloss, makeup and lighting that makes the common infinitely more alluring than the fabricated? I suspect it is the same subconscious reaction that causes some people to automatically equate black-and-white news photos with authenticity over color ones.
Terry Richardson could spend tens of thousands of dollars and never recreate the purity of this series of pictures. It is sublime. Everything from her pink panties peeking out to his fully clothed stature to the tacky wallpaper and potted plants scream REAL. These are real people enjoying an authentic experience with each other, devoid of care or shame. I envy them.
For the uninitiated, this is “Rita,” a lovely lady who I only recently discovered while browsing Tumblr. Bigggjake and SexualSensualMenagerie have a metric tonne of her pictures posted. Thank you both for your posts. Perusing her pictures is like drinking fine wine, reading a classic whodunnit and being massaged by Jane Mansfield all in one.
This picture illustrates perfectly the economic principle of supply and demand. There are not enough perfectly-timed, God-sent gusts of wind in the world to keep up with the demand to see a lovely panty-clad butts. I keep trying to use my Jedi powers to make this rare event more common, but so far I’m not getting very far.
holy shit…another devotee of Young Ones. So many people love that shot. there are literally dozens of us out there.
"ha ha ha…missed both my legs!"
Fav show. Still. To this day. ❤️❤️
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guess what? remember that post from over two years ago, when I was asking everyone’s help finding a picture i remembered from my youth of a half-naked girl on the phone? (yes, of course you do. you have nothing better to do than sit around all day contemplating the nuggets of wisdom i sprout on this blog).
as luck would have it, i stumbled across that very same picture all by myself. the most amazing thing is that it is a picture of Patti McGuire (nee Mrs. Jimmy Connors), the first naked woman I ever fell in love with, courtesy of the November 1976 issue of Playboy. She was, and still is, a stunning woman. I’m a sucker for smoky brunettes, and in my book she’s the all time Queen of that category. Plus she was the only way a 1977 Dodge Charger to look decent.
how hot are you, baby? really? well, show me. yeah…do it. aw fuck….aw fuck…you’re SO hot baby. sssssssssssssssst! so hot!
i hope the photographer that shot this image has it as the first page of his/her portfolio. ’cause i would.
nothing like the sound and smell of sizzling ass flesh to get the blood flowing.
Some things just gross me out too much for words. Even I have limits. There are certain things God did not intend for his children.
Take this picture, for instance. I can’t quite quote chapter and verse, but I’m pretty sure it in the Old Testament where they talk about clothing from two different types of thread…I’m pretty sure He was thinking about this couch, that wallpaper and those curtains when he passed on that little law to the Pharisees.
Have some decency, people.
i’ve seen this picture float past on my dashboard several times, and each time i feel compelled to click on it. i don’t know what it is about this picture. but, before we get into the larger conversation let’s just play my favorite game first, shall we? What’s Going On Here? ready to play? they are obviously all getting dressed for some occasion, and in the moment they realize they are all wearing the exact same thing UNDER everything else, which they simply had to immortalize on film. the shower has just ben run, for the bathroom mirror is all steamed up. my first guess was they were getting ready for a wedding, because when girls go to weddings they wear Spanx. i know this from experience. but, if you look in the hotel room closet to the left (the safe was a dead giveaway it was a hotel room) there are no matching dresses to indicate bridesmaid status. so, we’re left with the mystery…are they going out for a night on the town in Vegas, or are they getting dolled up for a wedding for one of their sorority sisters?
now, let’s get to what’s hot about this picture and why. for me it isn’t necessarily because they are all cute and half-dressed. it is their glowing exuberance that entrances me. they are clearly having fun with the moment, embracing their femininity. and for that, they are hot. add to that the mildly taboo aspect of seeing a woman in their unmentionables and you have a wildly attractive combination. keep in mind i don’t mean “unmentionables” in the same context your grandpaw used it to connote a woman’s underwear. in this context i mean “underwear a woman wouldn’t want you to see.” no woman would ever cop willingly to wearing shapewear (for that is what Spanx are). granted, Spanx have somehow come to occupy this strange position in the undergarment Pantheon of “almost acceptable, kinda funny” shapewear. but who are we kidding, those are girdles.
and that presents a bit of a dilemma to my slow, thick, male brain. it pains me to think women feel compelled to wear such things to maintain an “acceptable” silhouette. yet, we appreciate them for it, and the pervs among us can even find erotic value in it.
*sigh* best not to think too hard about it. let’s just soak up their smiles and proud thighs wrapped in lycra.
oh, and some folks on some other tumblrs are playing “the ranking game” as in “who would you fuck first?” i’m sorry, i just can’t rank these ladies. i find each of them irresistible in their own way.
The title of this one should be “Don’t Stick Your Dick in Crazy.”
why does this woman beguile me so much? Maybe because despite so many oddball things going on in this picture she’s still outrageously attractive. First off, there’s that crooked little smile. And i’m pretty sure her nose is crooked too. Her glasses are crooked on top of that. Then there’s the granny panties and marks from the bra she took off only a minute ago. None of those things are sexy in and of themselves, but somehow they all combine to create a very real snapshot of a very real woman. And real is very sexy.
So there she sits, crosslegged on her wannabe-musician boyfriend’s shitty black couch, smiling her crooked smile at him. I hope he sees the same way we do. I hope they had great sex on that couch, and she left her boots and glasses on.
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s-ex-70 said: LOVE your captions. Very thoughtful, humorous and well written. Quite unusual for a tumblr sex blog. [° O •] P.S. Thanks for the follow.
Thank you. I just wish I had more time to contribute.
is it just me, or does anybody else think that butterfly back there looks like it has a pierced clit? i thought so
What is it about the erotica photography of the 70’s? I think you’re looking at a perfect combination of factors: film emulsions, lenses, lighting, fashion, beauty ideals, styling. All of it conspired to create this amazing palette of feminine allure. Take a look at any photograph in a Playboy from the 70’s and you’ll see what i’m talking about. Most of it was slightly gauzy and there was always this very warm, bronze-y feel to the pictures.
I present to you Ms. Candy Loving and the look of the 70’s.
I think social gender disparities are the most glaring when you look at evening attire. Men’s fashion gets progressively more complex…layer upon layer…vests, ties, cummerbunds. But what happens with women’s eveningwear? It virtually disappears. the skirts get shorter, the shoulders are bared and necklines plummet.
I’d like to go on the record as being 100% for this misogynistic imbalance, otherwise we wouldn’t have the chance to see the lass above in such a state…a simple tug of the bodice is all that is required to flash a lovely cup of breast-flesh. The male equivalent would take at least 90 seconds of disrobing. You’ve come a long way, baby.
what the fuck is going on in this picture? first off, the dog has front-row seats to the show. there is a Hooter’s sticker on the breakfast bar (WTF? when was this taken? 1991?). and, i’m pretty sure there are leis hanging from the “chandelier.”
wait a minute. holy shit. this is MY apartment from 1991. yup..there’s my “liquor cabinet” up on top of my kitchen cabinet (bitches thought it was classy). and i’m pretty sure there is nothing but beer and duck sauce in the fridge.
alas, i never had two sluts spanking each other in front of my dog. it was always just me, spanking it in front of him. oh, the shame.
they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. if so, this woman’s limpid pools of brown leave nothing to hide. some men are all about the legs…some are “tit men”…other’s favor the ass. as for me, it’s all about the eyes. give me the eyes, every time. don’t get me wrong, i’d tit-fuck this lovely lady all night long, but her eyes are the true gift. they are alive with kindness and mischief. long after her body has withered and your own gifts are but a shadow of their former selves you’d still have the eyes, portals to the soul, capable of so much more beauty, admiration and lust than any other part of the body.
look deep. drink deeper. go ahead and fall in.
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