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Giving or receiving assplay of any sort is not exactly my cup of tea. But on a limited experimental level I’m down for just about anything except anilingus.

I do have a teensy fetish for pegging imagery. Less for the act depicted and more for the inherent gender-fuckery and while the power/control vs submission of BDSM tends to be a huge turn off for me, there’s a sense of being completely at someone else’s mercy that appeals to me.

In the case of this clip, I love that his touching and she’s caressing him. The smirk on her face as she thrusts suddenly and then savors his response is exquisite.

The same expression also makes me inconsolably sad. The only sexual pleasure I’ve experienced for just shy of the last six years has been self-driven. And one of the primary differences between masturbation and sexual intercourse, is that with the former there’s inevitably a point beyond which one cannot advance–not unlike the impossibility of self-tickling; but with (a) sexual partner(s), boundaries tend to stretch until they shatter completely.

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Erika Lust – I Wish I Was A Lesbian (2014)

In theory, Erika Lust’s approach to making pornography–outlined in her oft referenced TEDxVienna speech–appeals to me: an emphasis on context (characters are more than the performance of their respective sexualities) and diversity of modes of sexual expression are all v. on-point.

And it’s totally counter-productive but… the traditional trappings of porn are low-production values, improbably scenarios and exaggerated sexual performances. Thus, when you preempt the traditional with a more thoughtful diversion into the who, where and why instead of rushing into the what and how, you raise audience expectations with regard to ultimate quality whether you intend to or not.

That’s the great failing of Lust’s promise: by setting out to make better porn she sets her sights too low. She’d do better to expend her efforts trying to make art that just so happens to be pornographic.

Which is not to say that the above scene is without certain moments. Placing equal emphasis on graphic depictions of sexual expression and the physical response to those depictions is unquestionably inspired. However, those moments are ultimately diminished when they are spliced together in such a rough-shod, pretentious fashion.

And it’s entirely possible that I am putting too much emphasis on the fact that this scene was shot handheld. The current preponderance of handheld camera work in motion pictures is an enormous pet peeve of mine since with the exception of Lars von Trier (who is preoccupied with using a subjective cinema-verite approach in combination with editing to stylize ellipses of perception by a fly-on-the-wall observer) or the Dardenne Brothers (who have pushed subjective handheld cinematography to something perhaps not objective–framing necessarily precluding questions of inclusion/exclusion–but unblinking and entirely unselfconscious), there is a total obliviousness to the history and functionality of handheld camera work.

Granted, I haven’t seen the full scene but the excerpted clips suggest that the handheld nature of the shots is intrusive–it is supposed to be noticed. The audience exercises some sense of active voyeurism, a passive co-authorship. And while, yes, this arrangement allows for scenes like the young woman’s face in the third frame from the top and the lubing up of the strap-on in the sixth frame from the top, my response is that any narrative motion picture instructs the viewer how it is supposed to be seen in the first third of the first act. The expectations that this film establishes are cribbed from art-house/international cinema but it can’t follow through in execution once it arrives at the place where it’s always intended to be.

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Michael Grieve – Porn shoot, Cuffey, UK from No Love Lost series (2006)

This reminds me of a dream I had a little over two months ago.

Really? You remember a two-month old dream?

Well, I’m fairly sure I dream most nights but it is a truly rare thing that I remember my dreams upon waking. On the rare occasion when I do–it’s like water to a man dying of thirst in a desert. As such a make a point of jotting them down in my dream journal.

In this dream, Carin* was in my room. It wasn’t really my room but an amalgam of my current room, the second apartment I had after graduating from college and the room I lived in from 1998-2000.

I can’t remember why she was there but it had that sort of seamless dream logic to it. There was a reason she was there and I had at one point known what that was and as such it had ceased to matter.

[A little contextual background on non-dream Carin: she worked for me for like seven months. She was hand’s down the worst employee I’ve ever had–not because she was incapable of doing the things asked of her (if anything she was overqualified); she just had a piss poor attitude and constantly complained about everything. In hindsight, I realize that her performance reflects worse on my ability to motivate her than her ability to be motivated. Now that she doesn’t work for me, we get on famously.]

Also, I have no idea what color her natural hair color is. In the dream it was blue with bleached streaks.

She was in the middle of the floor seated in a frog like position (Diagram 1) with her pleated skirt in a perfect circle around her. For some reason, this didn’t strike me as the least bit odd even though Carin wouldn’t ever be caught dead in such an outfit.

She was doing her usual simpering bravado routine–which is charming when you aren’t her supervisor. She informed me she’d hidden something somewhere in my room and I needed to find it.

I looked around half-heartedly at first and then began tearing my room apart.

The BB gun I used to have but have long since disposed of (I have an outsize problems with guns) was buried in my closet wrapped up in a towel. I asked her if that was the thing she’d hidden. It wasn’t. She thought it was dumb and even dumber that I had it but that she gave me credit because at least it wasn’t tacky looking.

I realized that she’d clearly gone through my stuff. I thought about all the things I was mortified she’d certainly seen. Only I wasn’t mortified. I asked her if she thought I was a pervert. She said she’d always expected as much but now had the goods and wasn’t disappointed.

I turned around and saw that she was holding her skirt up with one hand and was applying lube to the head and shaft of a truly dauntingly sized white marble strap-on. Taking a step closer, I noticed she was wearing powder blue boyshorts and that she’d wedged a small purple vibrator between herself and the floorboards.

There was an expectant pause accompanied to the buzz of the vibrator resonating against the wood.

This is okay, right?

Before I could whisper yes, I woke up.

*Close to but not identical to her real name

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ziggyp0p:

You are not defined by your body.

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P.S

. OMG so fucking gorgeous. Goosebumps and tears.

P.P.S. More like this, please.

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This post is guest curated by azura09:

Although you can find a video of a pretty girl with a strap-on almost anywhere, it’s rarer to see an an exhibitionist/voyeur scene where all the participants are female. In spite of my issues with the beauty ideals on display here, I’m attracted to this .gif because I have a good idea where I would fit into this scenario. And it’s not always a place I’ve felt comfortable occupying.

I remember not having better words than “I’d like to be be beaten up a little” to describe the need to come out of sex slightly worse for wear. Even at the time, I knew this was straightforward desire, not a confession that I wanted to be splayed out and at someone’s mercy on a regular basis.

But what I didn’t know was that declaring these desires was a step toward feeling comfortable shaping someone else’s. And this .gif appeals to me because, while I’m not much of an exhibitionist, I wouldn’t mind showing my partner off in a scene like this, pushing them down on a hard surface while acquaintances in party dresses watched from a distance I negotiated beforehand.

danishprinciple:

arvidabystrom

Arvida Bystrom and Tim Kelly

Haute gender non-conformity FTW.

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strapongirl:

thingsmakemehorny:

pegging nach klimt

Lovely !

A Klimt homage to which I suspect not even the artist himself would object.

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Top: Most pegging shots focus on the shifting of the power dynamic. You won’t hear me argue that is not a part of it but it is not what interests me—I am not interested in the pain so much as the openness to sharing a side of oneself ones lover might not otherwise known. This is the only images mostly met my blog worthy criteria. I do like the way she is grabbing his ass—both holding and spreading it. Also, that she is watching attentively to how he is responding to is being done to him is great.

Bottom: I have problems with this image: the framing dismembers her body, the focus is on her expression, left nipple, bare vulva and erection partially inserted into her asshole. I’ll allow that at least she does have some sort of pubic hair. The reason I am posting this is its aesthetic is one of those rare occasions when form and content complement each other perfectly. I am not sure if it is a filter or if it was snapped with a smart phone off of a monitor, but I love the way it distresses the image without deteriorating it—as if it knows how sleazy it is so in shooting for that aesthetic, it manages to almost, but not quite, transcend it.

…

In film school there were some actors and actresses I made do some pretty absurd things toward the end of realizing my ‘vision’.

Looking back I am struck by how little of what I more or less convinced others to do willing would have been things I would have ever considered doing myself if the roles had been reversed—if I was put in front of the camera and told to enact the fantasies of someone hidden safely away behind it.

Morality is arbitrary at best and usually total horseshit. But there is dishonesty and disingenuousness in asking someone to do something I wouldn’t do if I were in their shoes—it makes the situation, no matter how carefully conceived or well-intended exploitative.

That’s really what I think of anal sex in the vast majority of heterosexual porn: the anus is presented is just another tighter hole that you just need to ask her to let fill with your rock hard cock.

I know all about the fact that it is four degrees warmer and has four more working muscles than the vagina. That’s great. But unless you are okay with being on the receiving end first, you really should not be thinking about what it might be like to find yourself on the giving end.