Tag: ffm

aprivateexpose:

One of the highlights from our first ever threesome last week šŸ˜ Weā€™re lucky to have such beautiful and open minded friends to help make our fantasies come true. Weā€™ve been fantasizing about this for so long and had such a lovely time and learned we really enjoy having sex in front of people. Follow us for more, thereā€™s over 500 photos from the night. Full color ones too šŸ˜‰

@aprivateexposeā€™s stated intent is to: ā€œdance around that fine line between art and pornographyā€.

I feel like the above set does some things well and other things less well.

Letā€™s start with the bad and move toward the good.

I think the 3rd image from the top is extremely problematic. Itā€™s very stereotypical male gaze porn movie POV shot. It decapitates both parties which in turn reduces the scene to an almost mechanical heteronormative essentialism of sexual intercourse and frames the scene to emphasize both a male POV as well as the bondage aspect. (Alternately, I really do love the way his hands serve as a frame within a frame and the way the do so reads as strangely reverential.)

However, in the 3rd picture is presented as part of a series of 4 images. And that connection does at least establish context, i.e. a group sex scenario. (And I love how the person standing to the side is presented as ostensibly focused on taking a hit on the bowl sheā€™s holding and then the way the second frame hides the dudeā€™s face with his hair so that the punctum of the frame becomes the Cheshire grins of the two ladies.

The final frame is less male gaze-y (remember the viewer always subconsciously associates the bottom of the frame with the fourth wall, so this to me is less creepy than the 3rd image.

I donā€™t think any of the images work independently of each other. Presenting them in this way makes them work as a whole–however, since what works with each frame doesnā€™t ever really fully integrate with the tableau, I am left with the sense that although this is a good bit more contemplative w/r/t the firewalling of pornography as a subject for art than most work on Tumblr, it separates the totality of impact across four frames and in so doing dilutes the artistic impetus in favor of the more erogenously charged documentary fixation. (In other words, the good things I mentioned about the work could conceivably all be staged so that they all might comfortably coexist within a single, static frame.

Source unknown – Title unknown (201X)

My thought with this was originally merely to add one of those diagrams of what areas of the tongue register what kinds tastes. However, as it turns out, that notion has been thoroughly debunked.

First off, thereā€™s no longer just bitter, salty, sour and sweet. Thereā€™s umami–which refers to something that is savory (I always think of it as the craving you get for a veggie burger cooked exactly to your preference.

Also, apparently these days they are thinking that fat may actually be a sixth factor contributing to taste.

Interestingly, itā€™s theorized that receptors designed to register sweetness are binary–they only register whether something is sweet or not? Whereas something that is bitterness has a vast spectrum of distinct variations.

Source unknown – Title Unknown (201X)

There are definitely essayists who are more formal, more critical, more highfalutin–but very few people approach writing with Rebecca Solnitā€™s firm belief in the potential of the marriage of words to ideas as a means of sparking curiosity, that most tantalizing precursor to wonderment.

In other words, she doesnā€™t treat her reader as if they are an empty vessel she is intended to fill with her great and varied knowledge. She suggests revelatory parallels, indulges lapses, digressions and exists fascinatingly somewhere between narrative and a sort of liberal arts whirligig. Sheā€™s dazzling to read; often bordering on transcendent. (Sheā€™s the sort of writer I dream of being.)

I canā€™t help but look at this image in the context of her most recent collection of essays The Encyclopedia of Troubles and Spaciousness–specifically Journey to the Center.

Itā€™s the second piece sheā€™s written about Icelandic artist ElĆ­n HansdĆ³ttirā€˜s PATH installation–which is a pitch dark labyrinth setup in a gallery that one person enters to explore at a time.

On the matter of light and dark, Solnit observes that generally we are afraid of darkness and that one of the many things ElĆ­n HansdĆ³ttir is interrogating is the notion of darkness as generative instead of detrimental–much as those spaces where piles of snow are last to melt, is also where the grass comes in greener and faster than anywhere else.

Of light, she notes:

Darkness is amorous, the darkness of passion, of your unknowns
rising to the surface, the darkness of interiors, and perhaps part of what
makes pornography so pornographic is the glaring light in which it
transpires, that and the lack of touch, the substitution of eyes for
skin, of seeing for touching.

This is not a good image. Itā€™s somewhere between what Iā€™d term a medium shot and a close-up. And while you can ascertain whatā€™s going on–a fairly blase, heteronormative FFM scene–it manages to neither focus on the impending penetration nor provides any sort of coherent check-in with whatā€™s going on in the broader scene. (In other words, the camera needs to be either two feet closer or two feet further back for this scene to make sense as a still image; whether or not it was intended as a still image is immaterial–whether they are moving or still the general stipulations with regard to the grammar of an imageĀ  are analogous, respectively, to writing a speech versus public oratory.)

So if Itā€™s not a good image why are you posting it. Well, simply because if you only consider selective parts of the frame, the light really is sort of gorgeous. The way the oblique light kisses the engorged corona of his cock is effing breath-taking. The delightful illumination rendering the lower womanā€™s rump with a supple dimensionality; the gorgeous skin tone it brings out along her back.

In other words, the frame improves as the contrivance of the glaring light source diminishes across a distance and is blocked by objects which diffuse it, introduce shadows and texture.

Source unknown – Title unknown (201X)

One of my favorite things about sex with others is gap between orgasms, the space where everything is intensely sensitive. (Itā€™s something with which Iā€™m completely preoccupied with, if Iā€™m honest.)

The way a-trusted-nother can guide you beyond any boundary you thought you knew yourself to have and to hold.

Pleasure is amplified–a river escaping its banks, flooding the levees. Senses sharpen–the smell, of sweat slick bed sheets, eucalyptus tinged summer breath through the screened window. The dewy drops dotting pubic fur–pearls and diamonds caught in a spiderā€™s nest.

Saliva, sweat and orgasmic fluids layered, intermingled on the lips, skin, tongues and genitals of lovers. The holy taste of the holiest of communions.

Source: bi-times

Passion-HD – A Big Gamble feat. Ariana Marie and Lily Love (2013)

I donā€™t recommend wasting your time viewing this since the above is the only moment of merit during the approximately 35 minute run time.

On the one hand, that truth saddens me. Judging by just this .gif itā€™s easy to think itā€™s an edgy/experimental threesome.

I like how in the gif, the woman on top dismounts–ostensibly to include the other woman. And it looks like the stud continues to self-stimulate.

But I guess itā€™s naive of me to think so-called creampies in porn are somehow less heterotypical because of there erstwhile status as a niche genre. After all, creampies functioned as a punchline for one of last seasonā€™s episodes of Itā€™s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

Really, the way the scene plays out makes the technical standards of your run of the mill daytime soap opera seem visionary by comparison. Scenes that couldā€™ve been looped–stretch out painfully with all parties looking boredly mechanized and/or moaning without a shred of conviction.

Still, I think this scene has potential. If the camera was scooted back several feet, or, even better: moved so that it includes a frame within the frame formed by her left side and his right side. With an incredible shallow depth of field you could rack focus between their two faces. Her with her eyes closed, face flushed; him watching her, mouth hanging slightly open.

She moans, his eyes flutter, head lulls back his lips tremble, muscles tense. She opens her eyes, a slightly smirk lining her lips as she watches him.

Focus on his face as he starts to come and then follow his spasming musculature down to his juices co-mingling with hers as she continues to ride him.

She pulls out and the stud continues to masturbate but focus shifts further down and we see several dollops of semen plummet into her friends open mouth; her friend begins to eat her out ravenously.

As his stroke slows, the woman on top continues to stimulate him while he writhes begging her to stop. Running her fingers through the semen on his abs, she reaches up and pushes them between his lips.

That would be so, so effing hot. But then Iā€™m queer and itā€™s probably an unfair expectation to have such expectation of heterotypical porn.

Source unknown – Title Unknown (201X)

Another thing I donā€™t like about most porn is that even when they donā€™t cut to extreme close-ups of whatā€™s going on at the site of various erogenous zones, they position the camera in such a way as to maximize the unobstructed view. It always feels annoyingly gratuitous. (Iā€™m probably an anomaly but I am far FAR more likely to masturbate along to something like say this than this.)

Although Iā€™m really not into the down tilt in this and how it renders the verticals diagonal instead of straight up and down. I donā€™t feel the angle was chosen to provide a titillating view of the one participants genitals and anus. Instead the view seems chosen to convey the most coherent information about both the space and what is happening within the space. The explicit nudity just happens to be a bonus.

Source: refer.ccbill.com

Source unknown – Ace, Joy and Erica (2008)

As a general rule: I donā€™t post images shot in color and subsequently desaturated. Iā€™m making an exception with this because itā€™s literally a thousand times better than the low contrast, optically flat and unappealing original image.

Also, I really try not to post excerpts from shitty corporate porn often. Iā€™ve noted the source here as unknown simply because this image has been licensed and relicensed so often, I really have no idea who the original author even is.

So with two strikes against it and the fact that even if the desaturation restores some desparately needed depth and contrast, it is still a compositional shit show–why the hell am I posting this?

Well, not unlike labeling oneself an anarchist unfairly welcomes correlation with Caucasian crust punk wannabe layabouts who smoke too much weed and have a less than nuanced appreciation for Bob Marley, I feel that the credo sex, drugs and rock n roll gets a similar bad rap by association.

That such a ready-made comparison exists is politically expedient. Thoughtful practice of anarchism is a threat to power structures in a way that few other -isms manage and sex, drugs and rock n roll as a baseline system of belief/motivating factor is similarly if not more dangerous because all three independently or amplified in combination have a proven track record of demonstrating to the individual the extent and degree to which learned limitations are bullshit.

I guess my point is that there is only so much you can to to push your own limitations. Itā€™s like tickling–I canā€™t tickle myself, someone else is required for that.I know in my own experience that although best orgasm Iā€™ve achieved through masturbation is only slightly better than the worst orgasm Iā€™ve ever experienced during sex. You know what youā€™re going to do before you do it and you know what you like… thereā€™s nothing unexpected about it. Whereas someone else can tease, cajole, surprise and push your body towards amazing experiences you never knew were possible.

And something with which I am preoccupied is the limitation of how much is too much, is too sensitive really a thing? In my experience, the answers are nothing and no, respectively. But I feel like I havenā€™t considered all the options and when I die, I donā€™t want to wonder if I was wrong I want to know with certainty that I was wrong or that as I suspect, I was right.

I think at the root of it that encapsulates my fascination with group sex in the face of the fact that I am a misanthrope with pronounced anti-social tendencies.

Source: icesalander

Source: Unknown

First thing I notice the yellow top.

The second thing I notice is the hair of the young woman in that yellow top. I think she’s v. cute. (As an aside, if I thought for a second I could rock hair clips like that, I would totally steal her style.)

Third, I notice the strategic use of color. Against the offset/bleach effect skin tone palate, the aforementioned yellow top, matching lipstick (nice touch) and the triangulated repetition of BIV spectrum tones–biggest hair clip, eye shadow and scrunchie–all stand out.

It’s definitely some #skinnyframebullshit; but so far it’s 3 points in favor, one against.

Now, to say ‘I have hang ups w/r/t oral sex’ would be an even money contender for the prestigious Understatement of the Yearā„¢ award.

These hang ups extend–quite naturally–to depictions of oral sex.

And not just to depictions of oral sex but depictions of sex in general. There’s the simple fact that fucking vs fucking so as to provide maximal visibility to a third party feature all but mutually exclusive concerns.

The truth is I am less concerned with what I see than how it is shown to me.

And I don’t think it’s just me, i.e. a snooty, artsy-fartsy (how I loathe that term and those who use it) snob who only likes B&W films with Russian subtitles that fewer than five people have seen.

Communication/checking in with your partner is just OMFG so fucking hot–a shy does that feel good? or an imploring do you like it when I [insert action]? go a long, long way. Especially considering the typical porn trope involving first time encounters.

But it would also be great if oral sex was treated as it’s own distinct sex act–instead of a preliminary ahead (sorrynotsorry) of the main event. For example: just once I would love to see a cishet boy ejaculate prematurely and after catching his breath, shift his focus to using his fingers, tongue and/or staying erect to attend to his partner’s pleasure.

Source: goo.gl