The nineteen seventies , the golden age of wanking.

I wasn’t even born in the nineteen seventies, let alone the nineteen fifties, but have strong opinions about both periods which have recently been resurrected as a result of a remark by my correspondent James which set  my brain working in overdrive. So yes James, this entire post is down to you!

I’ve always seen the nineteen fifties as a time of contrast, a period of puritanism and repression which as a result, turned people’s libidos into a pressure cooker of arousal and steaming need. It was also the golden age of spanking,  

but if I go down either of those alleys I might well never return and  the nineteen seventies will not be reached so I will jump to that period now and do a separate posting on the nineteen fifties another time.

What set all this off was my post on the endless possibilities for a bit of discreet and not so discreet cock teasing the bicycle offered us girls and I posted this image:-

James, clearly a gentleman to the core but not one always given to political correctness, referred to  her as “the slut in the yellow sweater” (even though the image was in black and white) and after a little prodding from me he gave me the name of the film it came from, Malizia, which hit the screens in Italy in nineteen seventy three . I’ve yet to track it down, but found some stills including this one of a the young and very sexy girl in question wearing her yellow sweater,

and now actually on the bike, but still with her suspenders on blatant display and no doubt giving the lucky young boy the stiffy of a  lifetime and no doubt a fetish about bicycles for life.

Other images  from the film gave me a good idea of what it was probably about, girls up ladders so as to give the viewer some up skirt action,

girls spied on  when putting on their stockings,

  

and girls being found in their underwear and less on a regular  basis  by lecherous men and priapic schoolboys.

It didn’t take long to realised that this summed  up this whole nineteen seventies period. Censorship in all mediums was being eased and sex and nudity were on display as never before. Sex was now a spectator sport and it was the job of us females to prance  around on the screen in very little and often less than that  so that men could letch over us.

Just before the seventies actually  hit there was the now famous Belle du Jour featuring Catherine Deneuve being tied to trees and whipped before being tied to a post and having mud thrown at her. (Don’t try that on a first date!)

Soon after this, another Italian actress, Gloria Guida, was appearing in film after  film where she ensured that randy men got to look up her skirt or got to benefit from eyefuls of naked breast, 

(NB In the above  film there is a cute spanking scene but I’ve mislaid the link, and would be grateful to anybody who sends it to me.)

Much of this sexy cinema from Italy and France, but In the dark and dismal UK we were waking up, and the low rent series of Confessions films with Robin Asquith were hitting the screens. These films gave us bare boobs and sexual goings on but were  completely devoid of wit or  sensuality and I speak with some authority having not seen any of them.

World wide, the Emanuelle franchise raised the bar with films that were dreamy and borderline erotic,  but sex in the seventies was not confined to the cinema and print media was catching up. Playboy had been spreading boobalicios pin ups across its centrefolds for some time and corporate America had been able to enjoy shed loads of  tit and bum,

 but in the seventies Playboy abandoned the airbrush and started to give the world pubic hair as well. (Younger readers  might have to Google this. Pubic hair was something that pre-dated the bible and disappeared from civilisation around the time America invaded Iraq. )

And then to add to this cornucopia of wank material, an avalanche of comic strip females hit the newsstands. First and foremost was Maghala  (Italian  again, what would we do without them?) a feisty and overwhelmingly breasty young girl whose adventures  ensured that whatever skimpy garments she was wearing the beginning of the strip were ripped and shredded by at least half way through, and pretty well gone completely by the end.

 On a weekly basis Maghella  faced near death, rape, being tied up, whippings, and just about every other sort of sexual humiliation, but emerged ready to do it all again by the next week. She had rivals in the comic  book world, again mostly Italian, but here in the UK we did our bit and gave adolescent boys Carrie who appeared,  I think, in Mayfair magazine.

 Again, Carrie had to endure much involuntary undress along with the occasional spanking to ensure she knew her place.

As I say, with all this stimulus coming at us from all directions, the nineteen seventies  had to have been a golden age of wanking provided you were a male who enjoyed sneaky voyeurism and were turned on by chirpy girls being stripped, spanked, and occasionally tied up and having mud thrown at them, or of course a girl like me who also happens to quietly enjoy the sight of  chirpy girls being stripped, spanked, and occasionally tied up and having mud thrown at them.

If of course you were an exclusively  heterosexual  female longing to see a little girl on boy action, something like this,

or this,

you were doomed to disappointment. Maybe you might have been luckier in the nineteen fifties, but then again, maybe not. I’ll do a posting on that as soon as I have the time.