The Sexiest Decade

The women in the 70's/80's were both sexy and talented

Today they look and act like trashy porn stars, can't sing without auto tune and lip sync their concerts

So although opinions here will vary and I think there's arguments for most decades, all I know is it isn't 2010 to now

Course, that's talking mainstream and names most would know

If you listen to a lot of metal like Blind Justice and myself do, there are some seriously gorgeous women singers and these woman can sing.

There's a great video somewhere on you tube where they play clips of studio versions of women seeing pop and metal, then live versions and in every live version the metal singer sounded even better, the pop star like crap.

My parent's generation listened to drugged fueled psychedelia and then angry punk rock and my grandparents hated it.
My generation listened to repetative electronic dance music and violent rap music and my parents hated it. (*)
I swore that whatever the next generation was into, however loud, rebellious and experimental, I'd be totally cool with it.
My teenage cousins now listen to asinine Korean pop music.
I walk into the room, go "This is fucking awful...wait a minute...well played millenials, well played..."

(* actually so did I for the most part, but that's not important here...)

I left the 2000s and 2010s off my story list for a reason. It may just be that I'm old and out of touch, but it doesn't seem like the past few decades have had the same character as the earlier ones. It may just be that the narrative hasn't quite settled, but whereas the sixties were about love and drugs (at least at the end) and the eighties were about money and that's frequently represented in music, film and fashion, I'm not entirely sure the same can be said about the more recent decades (even the 90s were a bit blurgh). Media and especially pop music, is too difuse these days - people are into whatever their into and I've even heard it suggested that young people just don't care about music in the same way we did, as a part of our identity. I suppose when people look back at the 2010s, the nostagia will all be for Marvel movies. Gamora and She-Hulk will be the sex symbols and everyone will be like "man, women were so much greener back then."
 
Remarkably, some 400 stories here possess the 'victorian' tag. Interesting reads, some of them.
It's not that surprising really. Erotica thrives on the forbidden and in the Victorian era everything was forbidden.

(At least in popular perception, as Ogg reminds us, there was a lot more going on in the 19th century than Jane Austin bothered to write down)
 
It's not that surprising really. Erotica thrives on the forbidden and in the Victorian era everything was forbidden.

(At least in popular perception, as Ogg reminds us, there was a lot more going on in the 19th century than Jane Austin bothered to write down)
Jane Austen was Georgian, not Victorian. She died long before Victoria came to the throne. The Georgian era, at least among gentlefolk, was far more formal.
 
Jane Austen was Georgian, not Victorian. She died long before Victoria came to the throne. The Georgian era, at least among gentlefolk, was far more formal.
Hence why I said 19th century - I was trying to think of someone similar who was actually Victorian, but Austen is the classic 'relationships wihout sex appeal' writer.
 
It may turn out to be the current decade, if there's progress in opportunities for people who aren't cis/het to pursue their pleasure.
 
I'll have to go with the 70's. The late 60's and especially the summer of love set the stage for what was to come in the next decade. Birth control pills were available, but not very widely used by the majority of the unmarried female population until into the 70's. And while the sexual revolution started in the 60's it didn't hit its stride and really take off with the general population until the 70's.

The late 60's was a time when the youth of the country were discovering their sexuality and freedom. But it wasn't the only thing happening in the country at that time. The summer of love also happened during one of the bloodiest years of the Vietnam War, the 1968 Tet offensive. While a small faction of the youth were discovering their sexual freedom they were also hammered every night with the images of some of their generation dying in a war few of them wanted. And they protested against it. So while they were discovering sexuality, they were also consumed by the war.

When the withdrawal was announced in the early 70's it was like a door being unlocked. They no longer had to worry about going to war, about dying in a muddy field on the other side of the world in a war none of them supported. They could concentrate on fun and themselves. And it began. Because of the freedoms pioneered by the students in the 60's, the population began to be less stuffy. Women, married or unmarred began to realize that with a birth control pill they could have sex and not worry about getting pregnant. Theycould do it for fun. Porn proliferated. "Deep Throat" and "Behind the Green Door" were released, accepted and turned into cultural icons by the younger population. The students of the 60's were young homeowners and married couples of the 70's. Swinger parties caught fire. Go to a party with your neighbors, toss house keys into a bowl, then blindly grab one out. The key to the house you had was also the sexual partner you had for the night. Those kinds of parties sprouted through suburban America.

Edited to add: Also STD's were present but most, if not all were curable. The population didn't face a sexually transmitted disease that would kill them until the 80's (AIDS). Additionally the gay community was coming out, starting to yell to the world who they were. Bath houses, gay clubs, things like that grew exponentially. They began to discover they didn't have to keep it under wraps, pretend to be who they weren't. All that happened or started in the 70's.

So yeah, the 70's I think was the sexiest decade.

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The sexiest decade for me was the nineteen seventies. I'm sure it is different for different people.
 
The 1950s are under-rated. Although long before I was born, there's just something about this decade that appeals to me, and I've had a lot of fun writing stories set back then.

The one I enjoyed writing most was 'Banging Cousin Becky In Blackpool' which is set in 1955. The titular cousin Becky - a brassy and somewhat outspoken girl from Liverpool - is referenced as looking like English actress Diana Dors, who was very popular when the story is set.
 
Hence why I said 19th century - I was trying to think of someone similar who was actually Victorian, but Austen is the classic 'relationships wihout sex appeal' writer.

Austen's writing isn't overtly sexual, but relationships built on sex appeal are definitely an element in her stories - it's just that they're not generally portrayed positively.

One of the major subplots of P&P concerns a repeat sexual predator who uses his charm to groom and seduces a 15-year-old girl, after previously attempting much the same thing on another girl. Some of those aspects are implied rather than spelled out, but to readers of the time the implications would've been clear. Others of her stories feature similar characters.
 
Sexiest decade? I'd say the 1970s, although the fashions were dreadful. I thought the 80s were sexy as well, but that's probably influenced by the fact that that's when I became an adult. We're probably all influenced by whenever we came of age.

The OP mentioned the Bangles. I've had a crush on Susanna Hoffs since the 1980s. She still performs and looks amazing at over 60 years old.
 
The sexiest decade for me was the nineteen seventies. I'm sure it is different for different people.
Ahh yes - Bangkok.
“Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.”
 
Austen's writing isn't overtly sexual, but relationships built on sex appeal are definitely an element in her stories - it's just that they're not generally portrayed positively.

One of the major subplots of P&P concerns a repeat sexual predator who uses his charm to groom and seduces a 15-year-old girl, after previously attempting much the same thing on another girl. Some of those aspects are implied rather than spelled out, but to readers of the time the implications would've been clear. Others of her stories feature similar characters.

This thread was a while ago, so I'm trying to remember what I was arguing! I'm also have a healthy dislike of Austen, so I'm not going to enjoy an extended debate. I think my point, as you say, this kind of thing was implied at best and portrayed negatively (obviously sexual predation but she wasn't exactly in favour of healthy sexual relationships outside of marriage).

Whatever the truth of what actually went on in the 19th century, I think it works well for erotica because/when the rules are so much tighter than today. Makes them much more fun to break.
 
If I had to pick a specific time then the 1920's right up to pre-code 1930's as it was depicted in Hollywood.

Barbara Stanwyck in films like Baby Face caused so much controversy that it nearly singlehandedly caused the production companies to institute the code. Movies wouldn't be the same until raying system came into place.

For me a story of these independent women fighting against society is about the sexiest thing imaginable. Going out in your automobile with an indecent amount of leg showing under a flapper dress to sing at a speakeasy...

Now I know that only a tiny portion of the population actually lived that way. But in fiction, just like MTV, the illusion lives on.
 
Sexiest decade? I'd say the 1970s, although the fashions were dreadful. I thought the 80s were sexy as well, but that's probably influenced by the fact that that's when I became an adult. We're probably all influenced by whenever we came of age.

The OP mentioned the Bangles. I've had a crush on Susanna Hoffs since the 1980s. She still performs and looks amazing at over 60 years old.
Nina, Blondie, Kym Wilde, Chrissie Hynde - those eighties rock honeys, yeah!

Having gone through my teens in seventies I'll have to say that Ian Dury and the Blockheads summed it up nicely: sex and drugs and rock and roll. I don't argue too much with that.

I avoided the worst of the flares, and loathed disco, but looked pretty fucking cool in velvet pants and an Indian muslin shirt. Mum hated my bare feet and long blond hair, but those little hippy chicks didn't seem to mind.

Speaking of the seventies, Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Who's Next, Quadrophenia, Physical Grafitti, Made in Japan, Aqualung etc etc are all around their fiftieth birthdays. Case rests, frankly. The latter part of the decade, not so good, but I still remember the first time I heard Dire Straits and Marianne Faithful's Broken English.
 
I had an idea for a story yesterday.

I was zoning out last night watching random videos on the Internet night and 'Walk Like an Egyptian' by the Bangles came up as a recommendation. While I was familiar with the song, I had never seen the official music video, at least not since my childhood, and about halfway through I was struck with a singular thought - namely that I would quite like to have sex with this group of young performers. Now, this was something of a surprise to me as it is a universal rule that any random trawl through Youtube music videos must inevitably end with Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights at which point both myself and the chilling algorithm that has molded itself into the exact shape of my psyche agree that both pop music and femininity were perfected in January 1978 (alas several months before I was born) and that it is time to go to bed.

Nevertheless, shocking as this revelation was, it made a kind of sense. After all, there were four Bangles and only one Babooshka, and their forth-right attitudes and enormous volume of hair awoke something inside of me that had laid dormant for many decades. Still, a moment's reflection suggested it was unlikely I would be able to invent a working time machine and even less likely that Misses Hoff, Zilinskas and Peterson (x2) would accept what I had in mind. In any case, terrified that the algorithm would tell Kate of my betrayal, I decided to try to redirect my sinful thoughts into plotting a Literotica story - thus guaranteeing no-one could ever admit to having read them.

I came up with idea of a reality-based TV program involving five sorority houses that pick a random decade (50s-90s) out of a hat and then have to dress, party and most importantly fuck in the style of the decade. Obviously the sorority sisters will fortuitously look like whichever of the celebrities I decide best embody the sex appeal of their chosen decades. The boys of the story then attend a different party each night and are responsible for scoring how well they channel the spirit and lust of that decade. My basic plot outline goes:

The Sixties: The girls take obvious inspiration from the free love movement and psychedelia. Unfortunately their chances of winning the competition are scuppered when the boys come to score them the next morning and realize they can't actually remember anything happened the previous night.
The Eighties: Another good night of big shoulder-pads, bigger hair and yuppie excess. But scores get dramatically lowered when the boys check their wallets and realize what the 'material' girls have cost them.
The Nineties: The Baywatch themed beach-party goes wrong when it turns out none of the girls can actually swim. (Boring decade, help me out here...)
The Seventies: The girls disagree about how to organize the party and split. Chaos ensues when the sweet and innocent Abba themed disco party is crashed by the disgruntled girls who have punked up (and the Olivia Newton John-alike changes sides).
The Fifties: Initially the girls think they've gotten the short straw. While Marilyn has the looks, pre-sexual revolution, they feel they have no chance of winning. Their fortunes are revived when they stumble onto Bettie Page's wikipedia page and realize exactly what went on in that decade (and probably every decade in human history).

At this point, I did some calculations and realized that my silly idea would involve 5 girls x 5 sororities = at least 25 different sex scenes, five parts and probably a mininum of 75k words and thus is probably unlikely to ever get written. This is a pity because I was looking forward to writing a scene when a girl dressed as Princess Diana looks up with doe-like eyes from her bed, and, as she pulls away the covers, says "There were always three people in our marriage..and the third one was always Belinda Carlisle."

This has all been a roundabout way of asking:

1) Which decade do you think was the sexiest?
2) Which celebrities would you model the stars of your stories on?
3) Is there a particular decade that you feature in your stories as being particulary sexy or interesting?

Sorry.

Look, it's Sunday. I'm bored...
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Cool idea.

Out of the choices on offer I'd go 70s - the stuff that went on during the days of disco was pretty wild, and pre-HIV which I always feels taints what comes later. There's also the idea of cool Black girls with afros, Sister Sledge and Donna Summer feeling love, Charlie's Angels... And yes, I know that most of the clothes were rayon crap, and people were actually listening to the Bay City Rollers, not Siousxie Sioux, but it's fiction.

Help for the 90s might include (though I detested them) the Spice Girls and and competition between the lookalike girls: my money's on Baby (still waters run deep).

But actual sexiest decade? I can't help but imagine the decadence involved with a Gatsby-style 1920s flapper party - all Louise Brooks hair and a bit of Josephine Baker thrown in for good measure.
 
My parent's generation listened to drugged fueled psychedelia and then angry punk rock and my grandparents hated it.
My generation listened to repetative electronic dance music and violent rap music and my parents hated it. (*)
I swore that whatever the next generation was into, however loud, rebellious and experimental, I'd be totally cool with it.
My teenage cousins now listen to asinine Korean pop music.
I walk into the room, go "This is fucking awful...wait a minute...well played millenials, well played..."
This. Absolutely this. I get so fed up with arguments/comments when people slag off modern music "cos' it ain't as good as the music we used to listen to." It's so close to Monty Python's Yorkshiremen ("kids today, don't know they're born"). The whole point is that if we like it then the kids are doing it wrong. And weren't our parents slagging off our music, their parents slagging off their music, etc, back past when Scott Joplin was going all ragtime?
 
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1) Which decade do you think was the sexiest?
2) Which celebrities would you model the stars of your stories on?
3) Is there a particular decade that you feature in your stories as being particulary sexy or interesting?
1) All the ones you mentioned have their strong points:
The 50s - The sheer taboo of all things sexual works in this era's favor. Besides, I love glasses and long skirts and both were in style. The dawn of rock and roll and the first stirrings of the liberations movements that came later are super-appealing too.

The 60s - The sexual revolution, free love, Woodstock...need I say more?

The 70s - The clothing of the era mostly looks like a costume party now, but there's a reason why the term "70s porn star" has such currency.

The '80s - Big hair, leotards...I didn't like the music much and I hated the politics, but I still love the movies and TV shows from the decade I grew up in - and still remember what I got up to while watching so many of 'em.

The '90s - A lot more nondescript than the above and it stays that way afterward, but it's when I was a young adult, so there's plenty that still appeals to me.

2) I don't think I've ever modeled my characters after any celebrity. Nothing against it, but it's just not my thing.

3) I am a big '50s fan, as you may have guessed from above.
One of the authenticity challenges, of course, will be the volume (and overall appearance) of pubic hair. I sense business opportunities for merkin sales.
As something of a specialist in hairy pussy stories, I find they work great in every decade. Even when out of style, that just makes the woman sporting it stand out all the more.
 
This. Absolutely this. I get so fed up with arguments/comments when people slag off modern music "cos' it ain't as good as the music we used to listen." It's so close to Monty Python's Yorkshiremen ("kids today, don't know they're born"). The whole point is that if we like it then the kids are doing it wrong. And what weren't our parents slagging off our music, their parents slagging off their music, etc, back past when Scott Joplin was going all ragtime.

The way I try to see it is that with change there's good and bad. I think there ARE some ways in which things were better in the "good old days" of the 70s and 80s, but there are ways in which things are better now. I'm impressed, for example, with how much more kids today know about the music I listened to than I knew about my parents' music. It's because anybody can instantly put together an 80s Spotify list on their phone. Much of today's music seems less melodic and memorable than the music I listened to as a kid, but my kids don't see it that way.

Information today (not to mention porn) is at one's fingertips. As far as sexy goes, there's a lot more sex and sexy in media and entertainment today than there was then, but actual sex might not be as much fun.

There was no online erotic forum back in the day, so score that one for the new millennium.
 
I'd have to go with the 1950's as being the sexiest decade followed closely by the 1960's.

WWII taught women they could do a lot of things society had frowned upon before like wearing pants and actually pursuing men instead of quietly waiting on a man to take the first step. Women's fashions changed from hiding everything to sometimes not so subtle hints about what women had been hiding before. While women had worn pants since WWI, women's fashion stayed with the dress as the main article of clothing. WWII changed that and also gave us the "bullet bra" and tight sweaters. Both contributed to women becoming more erotic, because looking at what you can see and having to imagine the rest is one of the most erotic things any man can experience. Men's magazines of the time were the same - few if any actual nudes, but plenty of pictures of women in positions that tightened their clothing in strategic places and some down-blouse shots. In movies, sex was hinted at, but always reduced to pictures of waves crashing into rocks or some other method of showing the couple had an orgasm without actually showing it.

The 1960's were about the opposite. Because women had relatively reliable birth control, they were free to do it all, and a lot did. There wasn't the blatant nudity of today for the most part, but women's clothing didn't leave quite as much to the imagination, and women weren't so backward about saying what they wanted.
 
This thread was a while ago, so I'm trying to remember what I was arguing! I'm also have a healthy dislike of Austen, so I'm not going to enjoy an extended debate. I think my point, as you say, this kind of thing was implied at best and portrayed negatively (obviously sexual predation but she wasn't exactly in favour of healthy sexual relationships outside of marriage).

Whatever the truth of what actually went on in the 19th century, I think it works well for erotica because/when the rules are so much tighter than today. Makes them much more fun to break.

Oh whoops, I missed the posting date! Beg pardon for the necromancy.

I'm not sure we can divine JA's attitude to "healthy sexual relationships outside marriage" because that wasn't really a possibility in the world she lived in and wrote about. For women, the social consequences of transgression were extremely unhealthy, and not just for the ones having the extramarital sex - Wickham's seduction of Lydia is likely to result in all five sisters ending up in poverty, until Darcy intervenes. By my reading, JA is mostly depicting those consequences rather than telling us her own opinion on how it should be.
 
My parent's generation listened to drugged fueled psychedelia and then angry punk rock and my grandparents hated it.
My generation listened to repetative electronic dance music and violent rap music and my parents hated it. (*)
I swore that whatever the next generation was into, however loud, rebellious and experimental, I'd be totally cool with it.
My teenage cousins now listen to asinine Korean pop music
I walk into the room, go "This is fucking awful...wait a minute...well played millenials, well played..."

Dude, most millennials are in our thirties. We aren't listening to K-Pop
 
I had an idea for a story yesterday.

I was zoning out last night watching random videos on the Internet night and 'Walk Like an Egyptian' by the Bangles came up as a recommendation. While I was familiar with the song, I had never seen the official music video, at least not since my childhood, and about halfway through I was struck with a singular thought - namely that I would quite like to have sex with this group of young performers. Now, this was something of a surprise to me as it is a universal rule that any random trawl through Youtube music videos must inevitably end with Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights at which point both myself and the chilling algorithm that has molded itself into the exact shape of my psyche agree that both pop music and femininity were perfected in January 1978 (alas several months before I was born) and that it is time to go to bed.

Nevertheless, shocking as this revelation was, it made a kind of sense. After all, there were four Bangles and only one Babooshka, and their forth-right attitudes and enormous volume of hair awoke something inside of me that had laid dormant for many decades. Still, a moment's reflection suggested it was unlikely I would be able to invent a working time machine and even less likely that Misses Hoff, Zilinskas and Peterson (x2) would accept what I had in mind. In any case, terrified that the algorithm would tell Kate of my betrayal, I decided to try to redirect my sinful thoughts into plotting a Literotica story - thus guaranteeing no-one could ever admit to having read them.

I came up with idea of a reality-based TV program involving five sorority houses that pick a random decade (50s-90s) out of a hat and then have to dress, party and most importantly fuck in the style of the decade. Obviously the sorority sisters will fortuitously look like whichever of the celebrities I decide best embody the sex appeal of their chosen decades. The boys of the story then attend a different party each night and are responsible for scoring how well they channel the spirit and lust of that decade. My basic plot outline goes:

The Sixties: The girls take obvious inspiration from the free love movement and psychedelia. Unfortunately their chances of winning the competition are scuppered when the boys come to score them the next morning and realize they can't actually remember anything happened the previous night.
The Eighties: Another good night of big shoulder-pads, bigger hair and yuppie excess. But scores get dramatically lowered when the boys check their wallets and realize what the 'material' girls have cost them.
The Nineties: The Baywatch themed beach-party goes wrong when it turns out none of the girls can actually swim. (Boring decade, help me out here...)
The Seventies: The girls disagree about how to organize the party and split. Chaos ensues when the sweet and innocent Abba themed disco party is crashed by the disgruntled girls who have punked up (and the Olivia Newton John-alike changes sides).
The Fifties: Initially the girls think they've gotten the short straw. While Marilyn has the looks, pre-sexual revolution, they feel they have no chance of winning. Their fortunes are revived when they stumble onto Bettie Page's wikipedia page and realize exactly what went on in that decade (and probably every decade in human history).

At this point, I did some calculations and realized that my silly idea would involve 5 girls x 5 sororities = at least 25 different sex scenes, five parts and probably a mininum of 75k words and thus is probably unlikely to ever get written. This is a pity because I was looking forward to writing a scene when a girl dressed as Princess Diana looks up with doe-like eyes from her bed, and, as she pulls away the covers, says "There were always three people in our marriage..and the third one was always Belinda Carlisle."

This has all been a roundabout way of asking:

1) Which decade do you think was the sexiest?
2) Which celebrities would you model the stars of your stories on?
3) Is there a particular decade that you feature in your stories as being particulary sexy or interesting?

Sorry.

Look, it's Sunday. I'm bored...
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The sexiest decade was the 70’s for me…because I’m old.

However, going back to women of those eras you’ve done a damn good job of filling in your own blanks (ooh-er, madam)

Kate Bush, Babooshka? Damn straight. Possibly also Stevie Nicks, maybe and the other woman in Fleetwood Mac, I forget her name. Also Carrie Fisher from this decade (although maybe 80’s WHEN HARRY MET SALLY period) and of course…Erin Gray (OMG, Erin Gray!) and Jacqueline Bisset.

80,s. Hoffs and Carlisle you have already covered. Meg Ryan from WHMS also (She’s great in that) Kim Cattrell, Phoebe Cates and…maybe Kim Basinger (although I prefer her in LA CONFIDENTIAL) and Mary Stuart Masterson (blonde in SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL…Hot as fuck).

90’s, we’ll you mention Baywatch so Elena Eleniak. Michelle Pfeiffer is good for this era. Spice Girls of course, Patricia Arquette was stunning in True Romance, Sandra Bullock, ditto in speed. There’s Julia Roberts, Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Anistion, Jennifer Connolly (too many Jennifer’s) Natalie Imruglia.

Yeah. I think the 90’s was solid for hot women, as was the 70’s. The 80’s let us down a bit but probably because it was the age of the ultra-macho action hero, maybe.

All three of those decades have interesting options. I’ll have a think about things and get back to you.
 
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