excerpt from SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT - SEX ORGY

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

Pornography - stag films and blue movies - were viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

EXCERPT
While Sharon stripped like she did it every day (which, I discovered afterwards, she did), Tina might have been getting ready for an unwanted shower. Down to her underwear, I gasped at just how lovely she looked, and the smile she returned did perk her up a little. But she remained edgy, and a film that I had intended as the vehicle to showcase my superstar, with Sharon merely a bit part in the background, rapidly emerged the other way round.

Another problem? Even though I told her it wasn’t necessary, Tina was now under the impression that she had to keep manipulating her own breasts when the camera was on her, and she rarely looked happy as she did so.

There was just one Tina moment that I wish I could bottle. Lying back with her legs high in the air, while Nick fucked her slow and hard, her hand slipped down between her legs and began to masturbate. And even then, my “director’s eye” caught Sharon effortlessly upstaging her without even intending to, eyes closed and mouth wide, as Kevin carried her off to ecstasy.

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An English accent

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"you're so fuckin' 'ot!". Classy!!

Doctor Who is back

Abducted by the Daleks is not the greatest movie ever made... but come on! Daleks and naked girls! What more could you want?


the ultra-luscious Jo Grant. As I was saying, naked girls and Daleks...


Amy Pond. When good ideas go very very bad.

Doctor Who is back.

Saturday night, BBC America.

There was a time, a couple of years ago, when those words would have kept me happy for days... if not weeks. (Ignore this if
you don't watch Britain's once-greatest televisual export). Now I just sigh despondently as an unnecessarily convoluted plot promises to grow even more bafflingly obtuse, and amuse myself with the wise words of my friend Dave... "Matt Smith is a Toblerone-headed cunt."

To which I add, "and Amy Pond would look better with a face full of jizz."

Which is slightly misleading, because lots of women look better with a face full of jizz. But I'm sure you know what I mean.

Anyway, in honor of the fact that I have enough old Doctor Who DVDs that I could blot out the entire rest of the new season with the classics (although I know I won't), here's a few pics to remind us of the *real* reasons why we love the show.

And here are some more. Wow, is that the best Doctor Who website on the planet?


(OMG, there's a volume one as well?)

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Mary Millington at the 1978 Cannes Film Festival by gpgoogle



The Queen of British porn, Mary Millington committed suicide 32 years ago this month (August 19 1979).


The above clip probably isn't one that will get the blood pumping. But dig into this link and you'll be browsing for hours.

Rocking with the Rainbow G

FIVE THINGS YOU CANNOT DO WITH THE RAINBOW-G

1. You can't make it cum

2. You can't make it talk to you afterwards (what's new there?)

3. You can't drive it absofuckinglutely nuts by giving it head with a mouthful of Pop Rocks

4. You can't just lie back and pretend to be sleeping

5. You can't withhold sex until it does the dishes

FIVE THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH THE RAINBOW-G

1. You can leave it out and tell people it's a really cool piece of novelty Venetian glass blowing... "omg you're right, it does look a bit like a cock."

2. You can prop it between two cushions and... (takes a little practise, but it's heavier than the average dildo, so it does work)

3. You can make sure that every ridge, contour and indent does exactly what it ought to

4. You can never wear it out

5. You can throw out all your old plastic, rubber and fake-glass sex toys

ONE THING YOU WILL WANT TO DO WITH THE RAINBOW-G

1. Switch off the computer, mute the phone and devote the rest of the day to your new 7.25-inch friend

We've All Been There - Haven't We?

College is the place we go to do things that could never be repeated in the outside world, with people we'd never otherwise do them with. And here's a movie that captures that freedom in all its glory, at the same time as making the rest of us... those who have already passed through that particular phase of our lives... grateful that we created our favorite memories without the benefit of a digital camera to record every drunken moment of them.

excerpts from SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT - SATAN'S CHILDREN

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

In the form of stag films and blue movies, it was viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

EXCERPT
There’s a moment near the beginning, when the priest raises a phallus to the heavens, to announce the start of the ritual. Margot suggested that. Later, Sally suggested using it to fuck the girl who he whips through the first half of the film, and then laughed the most infectious laugh when I reminded her she was that girl. “I know,” she said. “Isn’t it wonderful?” And then volunteered Margot to do the fucking.

But the heart of the film, of my vision and the witches’ as well, was the fellatio sequence that consumes the second half. On their knees before a raised platform, each of the girls sucks the masked wizard’s cock, while he encourages them with more flicks of his whip – first Margot, who attacks it with sharp swoops and deliberate thrusts; then Sally, who coddles it, treats it like a favorite sweet; and finally Trish, who brings him off with such passion and beauty, that I didn’t even need to think about filming; the camera did it all for me.

As close as I could get to her, the lens never losing sight of her mouth as it opened gently around his shaft, then closed slow and hungry around his thickness, while her tongue flicked and flickered on the edge of her lips. She wasn’t sucking him, she was adoring him, and when he finally came, it doesn’t matter how often I watch that single scene, her grace and her beauty still take my breath away.

As did the next scene, as she leaned over to Margot and the two shared her beauty, in a long and deep kiss that dripped the spare spunk down their chins. Then I checked the timer, and there was still time to spare.

Ideas?

More cum!

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What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

YouPorn - she swallow in car part-1
YouPorn - she swallow in car part-2

Two parts of a short home-made movie I found while browsing around Youporn (as one does).

And the question is... we all use our cameras when we're on vacation, and we all shoot mini movies to show the folk back at home.

But who, exactly, was this film targeted for? Probably not the parents and obviously not the grandkids. Which leaves friends and other acquaintances... so OMG! Why don't I have friends like this? (Actually, I do... but believe me, you wouldn't want to see them do this. Or anything else.)

excerpts from SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT - TONIGHT AT 8

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

In the form of stag films and blue movies, it was viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

EXCERPT
Back to the upstairs studio, and Albert (or someone) had clearly been busy. The furniture I remembered from my last visit had gone; just a single bed, a table, and a portable gramophone, with a pile of 45s.

Kevin flicked through them while I did some quick lighting tests, then stacked half a dozen up on the player. By the time I was ready, the whole room was jumping, the Stones “Satisfaction” was blaring out of the speaker, and Nick, Kevin and Brenda were dancing together, the girl crushed between the two boys’ grinding bodies. I shrugged and started to film.

Nick broke the clinch first, falling to his knees as Brenda hugged Kevin’s neck, raising her skirt and dropping her drawers, then biting and kissing her bum. I focused on that but stole a glance at her face, and it was just as I thought,. She was so preoccupied with kissing Nick that she probably wasn’t even aware he was down there. But when it was Nick’s turn to fall to his knees, she didn’t miss a trick.

“Okay, what I want you to do is,” I began as the Stones single ended and the next one started to drop, “just keep on what you’re doing. Dance, play, touch, but pick up the speed as we go along, just let things happen naturally. Alright?”

Naturally. Brenda and Nick weren’t even trying to disguise their interest in one another now, and Kevin was doing his best to pretend he hadn’t noticed. Interesting, I thought, as Nick turned round at one point; his cock was still soft, after all of the teasing, and Kevin was the one with a king-sized erection, and he was using it like a battering ram, piling himself in to Brenda’s backside… not into her arsehole, but into the flesh, desperately trying to catch her attention, while keeping a smile on his face the whole time.


REVIEW (from the Vintage Erotica blog)TONIGHT AT 8: Tonight At 8 takes the title by which it’s best known not from its credits (of which there are none), but from an advertising hoarding on the streets of London’s Shaftsbury Avenue, announcing the opening time of a stageshow. The two guys and a girl who spent the first few minutes browsing around showland won’t be in the audience, though; they’re back at somebody’s apartment, with the pop music presumably cranked up full blast (the film is silent, so we'll never know) and dancing in an increasingly suggestive manner with one another.

Had it been set to a Swinging Sixties soundtrack, the Swinging Blue Jeans maybe, or possibly the Yardbirds, Tonight At 8 could be an unseen out-take from Antonioni’s Blow-Up (which we would judiciously retitle Blow Job if it were); the boys are perfectly cast, young and enthusiastic, a little blundering (okay, a lot blundering), and the short-haired blonde object of their attentions might well feel more like a science project than the object of their lust, but she has a good time regardless.

And that’s the appeal of the film, a candid reminder that all of us started out fumbling at first, and how fortunate we’d have been to have had such a patient teacher to guide us. The scene where she kneels to offer the two boys a blowjob, only to be foiled by their continued insistence on playing the dancing fools cracks everybody up and, while things do settle down eventually, it’s in the knowledge that further tomfoolery could break out any moment. A wonderfully human, innocent and enjoyable film, Tonight At 8 is the perfect antidote to the over-scripted choreography of the modern sex film.

(thanks to my friends at Vintage Erotica for permission to reprint this). Tonight At 8 can be found on Classic Stags Volume 21

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Review - Soho By Spotlight

Amazon.com review

5.0 out of 5 stars Atmospheric, accurate and HOT!, August 8, 2011
By Mellon Collie "Dalek Lover" (New Haven, CT) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Soho By Spotlight (Paperback)
Books about the old time UK porn industry are rare, especially ones that go beyond the world inhabited by the stars of Simon Sheridan's masterful Keeping The British End Up and Come Play With Me. Soho By Spotlight fills that void. It is the tale of Elizabeth Clark, a waitress at a Soho cafe who finds herself drawn almost inadvertently into the universe of mucky movies - but NOT on the side of the camera you're expecting. For a little over a year in the late 1960s, she schemed the action and worked the camera on countless 10 minute stag films, and this is the story of that year.

The book is unput-down-able. Chapters are short but they hit home hard. Characters come hurtling into life, scenarios are documented with vivid detail, and more than any other book I've read, we get a genuine taste for the streets of Soho - the corruption that was a daily backdrop and the criminality that was a necessary part of her profession, of course, but also the friendships, loves and pride in a job well done that were equally vital ingredients.

XXX films demand a XXX story and no punches are pulled here as movie shoots are documented in fabulous detail... making the reader wish the book was illustrated, simply so we can see the faces and bodies that are described with such passion. But Soho By Spotlight is so much more than the usual adult read. It is also a historical document, preserving a world that is not only long gone but is almost unimaginable today. Hardcore erotica hasn't always been available at the click of a mouse, you know. Once, you could almost go to jail for even thinking about it.

excerpts from SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT - NIGHTSPOT

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

It - stag films and blue movies - was viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

EXCERPT
Watching as the action unfolded, and calling “cut” a lot more than I liked, so I could rearrange the cast in a few new positions, I realized immediately that for all her bearing and style, Carol was not a classy lover. What she was, was enthusiastic, especially when she was sucking a cock. I think women, whether they admit or not, have an instinctive understanding of the visual beauty of that act, even in the privacy of their own darkened bedroom.

Put a camera on them, and the promise of an audience, and they blossom beyond your imagination, and that’s what Carol did. One moment she was clumsy, jockeying for a comfortable position with two admittedly clumsy oafs, and the next? Cleopatra, the Queen of Sheba, all the great beauties whose names ring down through history. They may not look too special in portrait form, but if you could capture them with a cock in their mouth, then you’d know why the poets adored them.

“Okay Carol, keep doing that… Ted, shift a little to the left please…” – while she sucked one guy, the other was fucking her, and his fat, hairy arse kept getting in the way. I moved in closer, focusing on her face, but her whole face this time, not just the lips and shaft, and thank goodness I did. Because without so much as a grunt of warning, Barry came and Carol came into her own.

Back during the filming of Satan’s Children, I remembered how Sally took Marty’s load with bulging eyes and a look of such shock-surprise-triumph that you thought she’d just been given all her Christmas presents at once. Carol added birthdays, Valentines and an engagement ring to the pile. Her eyes almost popped out of her head, her mouth opened slightly to relive the flood, and then she tore into the spunk storm, a starving woman let loose in a burger bar. It was magnificent to watch, magnificent to film, and when I shouted “cut” my own voice was a barely audible squeak. That’s how magnificent it was.


REVIEW (from the Vintage Erotica blog)
NIGHTSPOT: One of the most memorable of all British stags is 1960s British threesome Nightspot, an exuberant 2m 1f threesome that peaks midway through when one of the male participants fails to warn his fellatrix of his imminent ejaculation. And what a surprise that turns out to be.

Nightspot opens with two young men entering what is clearly a classy nightclub, and inviting the buxom hostess to join them for drinks. Of course things rapidly progress from there and, at the suggestion of one of the visitors, they retire to a conveniently located bedroom. One of the men is inside her within moments of their clothes coming off; his buddy, however, is treated to a long and evidently exquisite blowjob… so exquisite that, though the camera seems more intrigued by the below the belt action, it’s up top where things are really cooking. And where he lets go without a word.

A portrait of grace and harmonic beauty beforehand, the hostess suddenly pauses for a split second, frozen in mid-movement. Her eyes bulge comically in surprise, and then she reels around as sperm cascades out of her mouth. Words are exchanged; she is clearly requesting some warning for next time. But she obviously doesn’t get it because, as the movie approaches its climax, an almost identical scene is played out with the other male lead, and the cameraman, at least, has learned his lesson. His lens has barely left her lips since the last time. And she’s okay as well - this time, she doesn’t complain in the slightest.

(thanks to my friends at Vintage Erotica for permission to reprint this). Nightspot can be found on Classic Stags Volume 287

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Faye Reagan - you can cum in her mouth

Another view of the fabulous Faye, and it would probably be a total waste of time to point out (a) nurses unfortunately don't dress like this anymore (although scrubs can be kinda sexy too), and (b) her partner really reminds me of British TV detective Cracker - who, in turn, is a less hirsute version of Harry Potter's Hagrid. You probably don't care about any of that, though, so without further ado, Naughty Nurse Faye sucks ... and damn near swallows... cock.

Watch the full scene here!



and some more here


and finally... cum in her mouth!

excerpts from SOHO BY SPOTLIGHT - LITTLE GIRL LOST

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In London in the 1960s, pornography was a man’s world.

In the form of stag movies and blue films, it was viewed by men, written by men, directed by men and filmed by men. If they hadn’t needed actresses to play a part on camera, it would probably have been made by men as well.

And then a woman came along, and changed that world completely.

This is her story.

EXCERPT
They didn’t come alone.

A girl was with them, and when I say she was adorable, she was adorable. Not much too look at, at first… I hated to admit it, but I’d developed the one thing I always swore I wouldn’t, a pornographer’s eye for talent, and she didn’t meet any of the criteria. Until she smiled.

Before that, she was nondescript. Pretty in a very vague way, nothing special about her hair or make-up, carrying more weight than I ever wanted to work with… it’s true that the camera can add half a stone, and the less clothes you’re wearing, the more that half stone stands out. If Kay had had an even mousier sister, here she was.

Until she smiled.

“I’m Liz.”

“Hi, I’m Tina. Nick and Kevin said…”

I glared at them. The only people who ever introduced themselves with the words “Nick and Kevin said” were the ones who’d been told I could put them in movies. But Nick stepped forward with his most innocent grin, read my mind, and said “really, no. We met her in the park up the road. She’s lost, she’s trying to get to… where was it?”

Tina named a street I’d never heard of.

“We told her we didn’t know where it was, but then I thought maybe you have an A-Z here? She could look for it there.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“That’s okay. Except if there is an A-Z here, I haven’t got a clue where it is. I’ve only ever been here once before.” I cast an eye round the bookshelves and cupboards, all of which seemed full. And an idea began to form.

How do you tell a complete stranger that you want her to appear in a blue film you’re making?

You start by not having an A-Z....


REVIEW (from the Vintage Erotica blog)
LITTLE GIRL LOSTFirst, a word of warning – Little Girl Lost is one of the many stags that has come down to us without its intended ending, which means we never do find out if the weeping damsel whose sorry plight opened the film ever finds her way home. Neither do we discover which of her gallant rescuers makes the biggest mess. But enough has survived to know that they at least tried.

The film opens gently; rescued from a park bench by two smartly attired Lotharios, the shyly pretty brunette is taken back to their flat, handed a mug of tea and an A-Z guide book, and she’d probably have gone on her way soon enough had one of her hosts not thought it incredibly funny to whip out his dick and pretend to fuck her ear. Of course she catches him in the act and, for a moment, she reels back in surprise. But then she reaches out to grasp him and, with all three of the cast doing their best to suppress their giggles (and not always succeeding), she delivers a bj to be proud of. Teeth and all.

Of course his friend soon requires one as well, so while he plugs her at one end, his buddy gets to work at the other, and all goes swimmingly until… the film cuts out, and we are left with so many unanswered questions that you’ll never tire of watching Little Girl Lost, even if it’s merely in the hope that it will magically repair itself….

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Little Girl Lost can be found on the Blue Vanities DVD Classic Stags Volume 211 (thanks to my friends at Vintage Erotica for permission to reprint this)

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