#Roaring 20s

[vintageplume]

Clara Bow & Gary Cooper in 'Children Of Divorce' 1927.

[yesterdaysprint]

Boston Post, Massachusetts, August 7, 1920

[proib2]

Did Ivy ever have slumber parties like this?

[vavoom-sorted-art]

puttin' on the ritz III

The third installment of J.C. Leyendecker inspired art!

I hope you guys enjoyed my delve into the Roarin' 20's as much as I did!

Here's links to the other two:

Outfit Designs | Opulent Pillar

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ John Lavery, Hazel in Rose and Grey (1922)

via fineartamerica.com

[mysticalelta]

C.A. Cupid

But it's roaring 20s

[frostedmagnolias]

Evening dress

c. 1923

silk (tulle, lace), lamé, metallic threads

Boué Soeurs, Paris

National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

[klausysworld]

The Feel of Her

Klaus’s gaze seemed to stick to her like glue.

Her hips would dance to the saxophone as she knocked back a glass of whatever before that enchanting voice of hers filled the bar again. 

Klaus was going feral in his seat, just listening to the pure eroticness of the words masked by the song as her cherry lips moved sensually, getting so close to the mic. 

By the end of the song her gloved hands were on at least one man’s chest, stroking up to his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. 

The Original ached to get closer to the stage and be the next one, but he couldn’t stoop to the average man’s level.

Especially not with Rebekah and Stefan being there to bear witness.

Instead he sent her drinks but it soon became apparent that he wasn’t the only man doing so. She was surely bolloxed by the end of each night, stumbling into different people whilst usually holding onto some gentleman’s arm. 

Her laugh haunted his dreams, reeled him in time after time.

One night, he’d assured Stefan to take Rebekah somewhere new, perhaps a dinner or something. 

That way he was free of judgement.

That’s how he ended up on that same stage, down on both knees whilst she bent down to taste his lips. The crowd cheered and whistled as they always did, somehow always in disbelief that she’d keep doing this, maybe in wonder and hope they could be next. 

Klaus wasn’t as pliant as some of the others before him, he craved so much more of her.

The smoothness of her gloves stroked the stubble of his face, guiding his face away from hers. His teeth latched to her bottom lip, pulling it with him with a groan as she laughed. The drop of blood blurred with the redness of her lipstick before her tongue darted to catch it. 

Klaus could have cum right there.

Her fingers pushed back through his slicked hair, petting him like he was anybody else. 

His eyes fluttered and he felt the warmth of her mouth beside his ear.

“Buy me a drink, handsome.” She purred and for the first time Klaus knew how it felt to be compelled.

Soon enough both her hands were clutching his bicep as he kept her to his side, his other arm outstretched over the bar as he grabbed her glass and his, managing to balance them both whilst he got her over to his booth. 

She raised a brow at the area. 

“I thought you posh blokes preferred to watch.” It was a tease of course but Klaus felt a slight hit of some sort of embarrassment. He had constantly told himself that he was better, more powerful, more controlled, just more than any other being let alone any other man and yet he’d stooped to the behaviour of a commoner to have her. Involuntarily, his eyes did a quick glance, not wanting the others in the upper class to be judging him for his actions.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and a faint hum left her as she reached for his chin, guiding him back to her. 

“They can’t touch you like I can.” She whispered and he shuddered.There was some sort of reassurance she was supposed to be implying but it was all so sexual that it was messing him all up. “Not with their eyes and definitely not with their hands.” Her words were like fire, the heat engulfing him with no chance of escape.

“What of their mouths?” He murmured, his mouth dry as her eyes locked on his. A lop-sided smile pulled at her painted lips as she caressed his face. 

“I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me by the sunrise.” 

Her statement was clear. He was going to have her, she would be his even if only for one night.

Klaus had his mouth back over hers, his skin was burning for her. His body clinging to hers, hands grappling. The fear of judgement was out the window as he pulled her up against him, her thighs on top of his as she rocked herself back and forth over his lap. Her dress was bunched up against her hips, the warmth of her driving him crazy as the friction got more and more delicious. 

He could feel his cock throb, the need to just fuck her against the table, the couch, fucking anywhere, was killing him. His body was humping against hers like a wolf in his rut. Her gloves smoothed back his hair once more as she kissed his ear. 

“You’re such a sweetie.” She whispered to him, her eyes watching him through hooded lids as he trembled beneath her. 

Klaus could only moan, the sound deep and guttural. 

The humiliation couldn’t catch up with the pleasure as he rubbed himself against her quicker, firmer. 

She felt him stutter against her before his breathing stopped, her fingers curled into his gelled hair, lifting his head back so she could kiss his forehead once he’d finished against her underwear. 

“Take me somewhere I can really feel you.” She uttered, her voice so convincing that he couldn’t stop from nodding. 

Klaus had her by the waist, his legs weak like a baby deers as he led her to a car. The driver didn’t ask anything, just knew where to be. If the expensive booth reserved for the elite wasn’t enough confirmation, the personal driver was. 

Barely any words were needed at all.

His pants were undone in no time, her hands all over him. 

Blunt nails dug into the seat below whilst his eyes fluttered and she stroked him slowly like she knew just the pace to tease him with.

As soon as the heat of her mouth was on him he was gone, it was like he had no control of his body at all.

His hips could never stop rolling, seeking her out over and over. 

Her throat welcomed him every time, the wet gulp she made each time forced a whine from his throat until his own throat was raw.

Somehow her eyes had morphed into the image of innocence when he looked at her, the feel of her and the look of her left him no chance.

Those plump lips of hers were dripping with strings of his cum in no time. Klaus only moaned quietly as she licked the taste away with a hum of satisfaction.

Once he managed to get himself out of the car, which was completely steamed up at the back, she practically had to pull him into his home. It was huge, almost royal.

But she didn’t care all that much at that moment in time.

Not whilst they were tugging the clothes off each other before they were both bare, only the neat pearls left around her neck as he rolled her into the sheets of his bed. 

She looked up at him through her lashes when she felt his cock rest against her pussy, she knew he was far too desperate to wait much longer. One slight nod of her head had him bucking up, the thrust sharp and fulfilling as his whole cock plunged into her. 

“Ahh-” She moaned, her legs lifting to wrap around his hips as he groaned loudly. 

Her nails scratched pleasantly down his skin as his body pushed deep into her time after time again. His breath was as heavy as hers as a bead of sweat dropped from his skin to hers. 

Each thrust seemed to end some sort of battle within him until it was thoughtless, just natural. Their bodies slid together so perfectly that he would have begged to just keep her there forever.

Her hands pet his hair, down the back of his neck.

It was as though every individual nerve on his body was screaming for her.

His mouth sucked marks all over her skin, her neck, collarbone, shoulders, breasts, arms. Anywhere he could reach whilst still being able to push into her effortlessly. Her breathless laugh stroked him just the right amount, making him take her a little deeper whilst his hands slid down. Klaus had to pull her hands off his wrists as she moaned, her body getting too sensitive for his thumb on her clit. 

He grunted at the sharp tug to his hair, his body shuddering against hers.

It was far too easy to fall apart with her.

By sunrise she was wrapped up in the bedsheets, pulled to his chest and breathing heavily whilst he dipped his tongue back into her mouth, a groan barely leaving his now sore throat. 

Klaus wished he could have had her every night, for the rest of eternity, but she wasn’t one to stay with one man for too long. 

In the twenties women lived for each night, not forever like Klaus would.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t keep yearning.

[a-candle-for-sherlock]

If you love old photographs this Threads account is fabulous.

[yesterdaysprint]

The Star-Journal, Warrensburg, Missouri, December 30, 1924

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Stanley W. Reynolds drew this cover of a couple after a night on the town for the March 6, 1926 issue of The New Yorker.

Photo: Fine Art America

[vavoom-sorted-art]

J.C. Leyendecker study as a test for a bigger art piece i made

[proib2]

Rollerskates in the 1920s. I can see why Mordecai had a hard time using these.

[antiquatedsimmer]

1920s Flapper variety posepack

A small posepack consisting of 9 different dancing poses + All in one that cycles through each pose. I need sims dancing for a scene and this give the crowd some variety!

YOU WILL NEED:

Andrew’s Pose Player

Scumbumbos Teleport Any Sim

Download on Patreon(Public) OR SFS

[nateslehky]

logan calling ross miles’ boyfriend (100% real not clickbait) (fr)

[frostedmagnolias]

Evening Dress

by Lucien Lelong

c. 1925

Victoria and Albert Museum