Showing posts with label pirates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pirates. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2008

Pirates!

by Janine Ashbless

Yes, I do: I love pirates. Not real ones, of course. Not the drunken murderous disease-ridden bastards with dental hygiene that would make you heave. Fictional pirates. The ones in films and books and TV. The ones that go "Aar!" a lot.

And why do I love pirates? Well, here's Exhibit A (You knew he was going to turn up so let's get it over with).

I like the flamboyance. I like the fact men can wear make-up and really sexy clothes and strut about showing off. In fact I reckon Pirates is really Camp for Straight Men.

I like the swords and the swashbuckling. I like the accent: I can't do any accent except the pirate one, which I could keep up all day.

Aar, Jim lad.

And most of all I love the tough scary pirate women who get to hang out with the guys and act in a most unladylike manner.




But for me it goes back further than Pirates of the Caribbean. To Cutthroat Island, which is universally derided as a Very Bad Film - but OH! GEENA DAVIS IN THAT DRESS!





















I loved that dress, with or without Pirate Morgan in it. I loved it so much I had a version of it made and have worn it to a number of events and conventions. It suits me. It may be the only style of clothing that suits me. (And the rule with that dress? No knickers.)

But pirate clothing suits everyone. Even quite ugly people become strangely cute in pirate costume.

In fact when I rule the world dressing like a pirate is going to be compulsory.











And pirates always look like they're having fun (except when marooned). I mean, doesn't this just look like the most fun in the whole wide world?


Oops - are we allowed to post that kind of picture on Lust Bites? That's a still from the imaginatively-titled Pirates, which at $1 million was the most expensive high-production-value porn film ever made. Previous pirate films tended to be a bit tamer...

Have I mentioned singing yet? Once you get them on the grog, pirates love to have a bit of a sing-song. This one at right sings for the New York Opera:

And as for the Pirates of Penzance, you just can't shut them up. (Seriously - watch all that Youtube clip: it grows increasingly mind-boggling as it goes along.)






So let me know if you love pirates too!

And if you want to see a picture of me in my costume it's just over here on my blog.




Yo ho ho! Beware, me hearties -
I don't go for mutinous parties.
Fifteen men that I love best
Would walk the plank at my behest.
(Fifteen men? Yowzah! Picture is from Esquire, January 1960)











Captain Hook: so good I pictured him twice.







Do you think those leggings are a little on the tight side, though?
xxxJanine

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Group Sex: Pirates

by Janine Ashbless


It’s time for Group Sex!

Yes, I’m going to kick off a dirty story, and I want you to join in. Yes YOU – there at the back – I can see you trying to hide. Add a paragraph or two in the comments and you can come back later to see where other people have taken it. If we’re really lucky we might actually get to a happy (or at least sexually satisfactory) ending.

Fine literature is not required. Filthy fun is what is wanted. You can join in as many times as you like.

The setting is Port Royal in Jamaica , in a prison full of captured pirates. Our heroine Meg has bribed the warder to let her see her pirate lover Richard one last time before he swings on the gallows tomorrow. Don’t worry too much about historical accuracy – I myself know nothing more about the period than I’ve picked up from Pirates of the Caribbean. Erastes and Madelynne will just have to take me outside later and give me a good spanking for being cavalier with history…

xxx
Janine



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The heavy door creaked open to reveal a cellar strewn with filthy straw. One side of the room was divided by iron grilles into cages, each of which held one or more men. As Meg stepped down into the chamber a rat ran across her feet with a squeak - and then the room exploded with grunts and oaths and whoops as the prisoners realised that it was a woman walking down the other side of the bars from them: a woman with a pert face and a tight bodice from which two pillowy breasts bulged.

Meg ignored the racket, only wrinkling her nose a little as she paced down the corridor by the cages, swinging her hips to show her derision. The interstices between the bars were wide enough for the men to stick their arms through, but she was not foolish enough to step within reach of their hands. She reached the cell she was looking for; the one where Richard stood beneath the slit window, watching for her. He was on his own, she was relieved to see, and he lunged forward to the bars. His face was bruised and grimy with stubble, but she pressed herself against the iron grille to kiss him and he thrust his hands through to grab her round the waist. They gasped each other’s names.

Slowly the other men grew quiet, wanting to hear what was said. She kissed his battered lips until he groaned.


‘Meg! It’s my last night on this earth. For God’s sake…’ He looked down at the heave of her breasts and suddenly stooped to nuzzle them. ‘Give it to me one last time, lass.’


Over to you...