|
|
Sex Blogging, Gratuitous Nudity, Kinky Sex, Sundry Sensuality
March 19th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This would be very hard to forget:
‘How do you do? I’m Mir…’ She stopped and plucked at her tongue with her thumb and forefinger, ‘…Miriam Margolyes. Sorry about that, I was licking my girlfriend out last night and I’ve still got some of her cunt hairs in my mouth.’
That’s actor Stephen Fry remembering how he met actress Miriam Margolyes, as quoted at Femdom Resource.
March 18th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I wouldn’t have thought of this, but it makes sense. The Marine’s Wife writes:
I’m a good head shorter than Jake. This creates a problem when I’m bent over the bathroom counter so he can take me from behind.
So he’s fully dressed for work, right down to his steel-toed boots and I want him. What can I say? The man looks damn good in cammies. We go to the bathroom and I come to the realization that the few inches I need for him to be in all the right spots are in his boots. So I stand on the steel toe of his boots and bend over for him and enjoy my quickie.
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 17th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m always a sucker for that genre of writing that can be characterized as “What I Saw At The Porn Shoot”. For me, it’s one of the best ways to be an informed porn consumer. So I was pleased to see another example from the genre pop up in Violet Blue’s latest sex news roundup:
The Sexual Manifesto: And Now I’m An Extra In A Porn Shoot
The more of these pieces you read, though, the more you start spotting tired tropes that are best avoided. One of them is what I call the “perverts: surprisingly normal” expression of surprise. (Hello? The rest of us went out on the internet right after it was discovered. We looked at the perverts, and discovered that they is us.) Another one is the “watching people fuck is more boring than you would think” observation. (You must not look at porn much?)
Sadly, Christine Borden in the SF Appeal commits both of these in two short paragraphs:
What brings these people here? The open space to play with each other? The chance to fuck a porn star? The thrill of the voyeur? Whatever their kinks, they are surprisingly not creepy. Instead, they are sociable, friendly, and open-minded.
After sneaking peeks at Act III (in which the three girls are tied to a table as the men shuffle around for spare holes), I grow tired. When you’re spectating a several person orgy, there’s only so many combinations of holes and dicks until you eventually get bored with watching attractive strangers fuck.
But don’t worry, she saved space in the rest of the piece for unfriendly sarcasm, more poseur ennui, and even an “I was so busy correcting someone for politically incorrect speech that I forgot to watch what else was going on in the room” moment. In fine, she was at great pains to make sure nobody thought for a moment that she was sympathetic to the room, the other people in it, or the enterprise of the evening.
Which is rather a pity, because the porn shoot she was at was (from the sound of it) one of the indoor-kinky-orgy shoots for Public Disgrace (a genre that must be popular, since it later inspired Kink.com to start up Bound Gangbangs to focus on more scenes of that sort). Public Disgrace was a bit controversial when it got started, because its branding and market positioning overstated the “public” bit. In fact, the site appears to do very little shooting in uncontrolled public spaces, but its market positioning deliberately under-emphasizes the degree of control they exercise over the public-looking places they feature and over the extras they feature in the role of the observing public. People saw the advertising, thought Kink.com was shoving bondage pussy into the faces of unsuspecting passersby, and got outraged.
So it’s got to be a good thing to show people how the sausage is actually made, right? Yeah. Yeah it is. For instance, this particular “public disgrace” photoshoot turns out to have taken place on Kink.com’s highly-controlled kinky party set in their Armory facility, the one normally used for shooting content for The Upper Floor:
It’s not every day that you get to be an extra in a porn shoot. At the Armory, that’s called Thursday night.
It’s 6:30 p.m., and I’m on the Upper Floor after signing a release, getting my ID scanned, and taking a photo with my ID posed next to my cheek. I’m here for Public Disgrace, a Kink.com site focused on kinky public sex…
Kinky it may be, but the access-and-ID-controlled set is hardly public in truth — it’s just a studio for the production of a sort of art that can look a little bit public to the undiscerning eye. It’s good to get that out there. (And no slam here on Public Disgrace fans for having undiscerning eyes — willing suspension of disbelief is central to the experience of enjoying fiction. We buy fictions that give us enough help to enable us to suspend our disbelief; we don’t demand fictions so solid that we can’t spot the set dressing.)
I’ll wrap this up with the little vignette from the piece about James Deen, who has been much in the public eye of late (including here at ErosBlog). It’s artfully crafted, I guess, in a way that could stand in for the entire article, being a nominally positive paragraph that still manages to express the author’s discomfort with her material:
James Deen walks toward the green room to fetch his robe. A fan stops him short, praising his performance tonight. The fan sticks out his hand. Without missing a beat, James offers up his elbow. We actually all know where that hand has been.
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 16th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Item: multi-centi-millionaire. Item: horse-crazed wife with a love of horsey rituals and gear (dressage). Item: “unemployed” by his own characterization, so plenty of time to play. Item: Lots of real estate, so plenty of private space to play in. Item: pony-boy gear in possession.
Wait, what?
It’s true. According to the Washington Post:
Her son Josh told another New York Times reporter in 2007 that he had given his dad a rubber horse mask so that if he wore it, “maybe Mom will pay as much attention to you as she does to the horses.”
Maybe she would!
And now you’ll never be able to look at him on TV again without imagining him staggering along a forest track somewhere wearing a saddle, his wife in full dressage kit, a horse mask, and about thirty riding crop welts. And nothing else. Well, nothing else except for the sweat. And I imagine he’d maybe have him some fancy $10,000 custom-cobbled hoofy boots from some toney bespoke fetish cobbler in London.
Motive, means, opportunity. The Romneys, they has them all.
When asked about this story a representative of Dogs Against Romney said “If it’s true, I hope he suffers as much as poor terrified Shamus did. But I doubt it — because Ann Romney at least has a horse trailer, so her pets don’t have to ride on the roof.”
(I totally just made that quote entirely up.)
Thanks ever so much to Femdom Resource for spotting this. Rather less thanks, I think, for the resulting mental imagery…
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 15th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’ll confess that I personally never heard the “the gay rumor” that The Advocate interviewer says has been following George Clooney for years. But I sure do think his reaction to it has a great deal of class:
I think it’s funny, but the last thing you’ll ever see me do is jump up and down, saying, “These are lies!” That would be unfair and unkind to my good friends in the gay community. I’m not going to let anyone make it seem like being gay is a bad thing. My private life is private, and I’m very happy in it. Who does it hurt if someone thinks I’m gay? I’ll be long dead and there will still be people who say I was gay. I don’t give a shit.
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 13th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This is from Fat Sex: What Everyone Wants to Know but is Afraid to Ask but really, it’s a lot more generally applicable. People of all sizes are prone to having body issues that make them want to hide themselves even during sex, and that can be a fun-killer. If you’ve ever had a partner refuse to have sex with the lights on, you’ll know what I mean:
When I was a young chubbette, I remember trying to contort my body into more “flattering” positions while I was having sex, as if my partner didn’t notice my belly was getting paunchy. I’d arch my back, refuse to do positions that made me “feel fat,” and drape different parts of my body with a blanket or pillow to hide my increasingly chubby body. Sometimes that made me feel more at ease, but mostly it became tedious, distracted me from feeling sexy, and annoyed the crap out of my partner who just wanted to see his hot girlfriend naked.
Once I became much larger than I’d been before, I simply refused to have the lights on during sex for the same reason — “He won’t know what my body looks like if I don’t show him.” Well, he totally knew how fat I was, and guess what? He still wanted to have sex with me, and what’s more, he loved having sex with me.
It took me a long time to realize that my partners were having sex with me in part because of the way my body looks, not in spite of the way my body looks. It sounds simple, I know, but when you spend your whole life being told that fat bodies are not sexy, it takes some time to realize that sexiness isn’t that simple. This understanding is not something that happens overnight for most of us. Hell, it can take years. But, the sooner you learn (yes, learn) to feel sexy just the way you are, the sooner you’ll be able to enjoy your sexuality more fully.
Really, this goes for men and women of all sizes, not just fat women. You owe it to yourself and your partner to trust that he or she really desires you and to do the best you can to keep that in mind when you find you have a hard time letting go and really being seen during sex.
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 12th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Anal beads, that is…
( backup link )
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 9th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I literally laughed aloud when I got to the last line of this flirtatious exchange between Betty Dodson (the 83-year-old author of the famous masturbation book Sex For One or — as she initially titled it back in 1974 — Liberating Masturbation) and Salon interviewer Thomas Rogers:
Why do you think it’s important to incorporate masturbation into a relationship?
You are only 20, wait until you are having sex…
I’m 28.
Oh, you’re an old man, I thought I heard you say 20.
No, I’m not quite that young and beautiful.
Oh now you really are too old. I was thinking of making a date with you but now you’ve got too much age on you.
I’m also a flaming homosexual, so that doesn’t really help us either.
Similar Sex Blogging:
March 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I’m not single. I’m not a girl. And I’ve never been socially smooth enough to arrange casual sex. So I am uniquely disqualified to opine on the advice in Adaya Adler’s Awesome Casual Sex For Single Girls. However, I’ve read the advice contained therein and I have to say, it sounds like good advice. Especially this bit, which matches my own prejudices and experiences (and isn’t that always the sort of advice we like best?)
No Cheaters – EVER!
All the websites listed above do, unfortunately, contain a large number of boyfriends and husbands who are looking to play around behind their significant others’ backs. These men are to be avoided at all costs. Cheating is highly disrespectful behavior, and if they’re willing to be that disrespectful of the person who is suppose to be the closest to them, they will not hesitate to disrespect you. (This can be any type of behavior to lying about their STD status to surreptitiously removing a condom during sex.)
Fellows, the guide wasn’t written for you, but it doesn’t take a genius to de-gender and re-gender that advice to suit your needs. A word to the wise is sufficient…
March 8th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Watching porn is not cheating. Of course it’s not. But as GirlOnTheNet says, it’s hard to formulate actual arguments in support of this proposition that don’t boil down to (her words) “What the ACTUAL MENTAL FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?”
I once wrote:
Some women object to porn the way wives object to the idea of prostitutes, and for the same reason: it means they have to use actual sex, rather than their erstwhile monopoly over the possibility of access to sexual stimulus, in order to maintain and enjoy the sexual attention of their men. Women who want to have that attention without having the actual sex for which most men will cheerfully trade it are teases, in all the negative and none of the positive senses of the word.
GirlOnTheNet suggests it’s more about jealousy:
But it’s cheating in the mind, right?
No. Because what you’re describing there is a thought crime. If watching porn is cheating then writing slashfic is a form of rape.
I think this comes from female (and it is usually female – I’d like to see how men react to the idea that their girl watching porn is ‘cheating’) worries about not being adequate, and their partner being sexually interested in other people and things. It’s ‘cheating’ because he’s getting off to something that isn’t you, and that taps into a fairly primitive female jealousy about boys leaving their girlfriends for younger/prettier/thinner/more-willing-to-do-anal models.
Well, it probably sucks for these girls to hear this but he is interested in other people. Sexually. No matter how stunning or sexually adventurous you are, you are not the only thing that makes your man’s dick hard. Nice though you might think that would be, it’s not practical, nor even desirable. Many of his best moves have probably come from things he’s seen while doing some one-handed browsing during an idle moment.
She also points out something I’d never noticed, which is that the visual nature of men’s arousal processes makes us much more open and vulnerable to having our fantasies discovered and judged:
But what he watches is so disgusting and degrading
Hahahaha.
Haha.
No, seriously, stop it – you’re killing me.
It’s so much easier to demonise men for the porn they watch because men tend to require more visual stimulation than women do to get off. In short – you can watch theirs too whereas yours is probably locked away inside your head. Saying that their fantasies are ‘degrading’ and ‘disgusting’ is really easy to do when your own fantasies aren’t exposed for all to see, at the click of a mouse on the 3 a.m. section of your Chrome history.
Ain’t that the truth?
Thanks to Adele Haze for the link.
March 7th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
I wasn’t surprised to see James Deen get profiled in The Observer, but I was a little surprised to hear that he’s turning into a bit of a heart-throb / feminine lust object, a “sensitive boy with closed-door swagger — the flip side of a good girl with a dirty mind”:
At 5′ 8″ and 26-years-old, Mr. Deen is slight of build, fresh of face, and looks like that cute boy from your high school Spanish class. A little bro-y, maybe. Sophomoric, definitely. But he has a surprisingly witty Gmail handle and a sly sense of humor. He could be your boyfriend, if your boyfriend knew his way around a ball gag and just when to pull your hair.
Obviously I don’t look at him “that way”, but I’ve definitely noticed that he’s more than just another over-muscled hunk on a porn set. Here he’s demonstrating just when and how to pinch a lady’s nipples:
I liked this quote about rough sex:
“I’ve been into rough sex pretty much my whole sexual life and so I’m not, like, bad at it,” Mr. Deen told me by phone last month, on his 26th birthday. “I don’t know how to say it without being a hideous prick, but I’m pretty good at having rough sex. It got to the point where a lot of girls who aren’t into that type of sex were afraid to work with me because they thought I was going to slap them in the face or something. But I only do that if the girl is into it. There’s no reason to choke somebody if they don’t like getting choked. Then you’re basically being an asshole.”
Image is from here.
March 6th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Just me, or does the hapless young man on the left look at least as worried as the girls?
From Kinky Delight.
|
|
