Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Have Yourself a Naughty Little Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all of our fabulous readers who celebrate!   And to those who don't, you don't need an excuse to get into mischief - enjoy a Wild Wednesday just because!  :-)


Candy Cane Kisses - 122513 - Miz B


Whether you plan to celebrate with sweet candy cane kisses or something a little more for the naughty at heart, our wish for you is a chance to explore all the delicious shadows of life ... experiment, indulge, expand your horizons, and give yourself the gift of sensual variety! 


Training Day - 122513 - Miz B



Saturday, December 21, 2013

Winter's white light

A sign
In your eyes
A familiar light 
Says It's alright - "Together" - XX


There is something special about the angular winter light we are living through now.  It is my favorite light of the year, especially when traveling to snowy areas.  One of the most special moments in these fewer hours of sun is the morning light and waking up to beauty beside you.  Keeping warm is the main goal, but if the old hot water radiator heater in the corner is cranked, then relaxing in the radiant warmth of the company and the moment is magic.  As the weather outside is cold and the ground is covered in white, why not spend the morning inside keeping warm together?



Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Deflowering, broken pitchers and Lolita

“I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.” - Cynthia Hand
Jolene 121113 SideB

I wonder why one of the terms for a woman's loss of virginity is "deflowered".  Is it the picking of the bud that can't be replaced?  With that minor puzzlement brought up, I also wonder about the whole "Lolita" fetish, especially as represented in art, erotica, and pornography.

In recent years, this fetish raised her head in movies and music.  In 1999, Kevin Spacey's character had an unhealthy attraction for his daughter's friend in the movie American Beauty.  This year, the world was shocked by the young, sexual Miley Cyrus (aka grown-up Hannah Montana) twerking with a much older Robin Thicke.  While the world debated the whole spectacle, I am sure many men quietly fantasized over this young temptress.

Along this theme, I believe much of the popularity of the Game of Thrones series are all the arranged marriages between older men and young maidens.  After reading all five books, I wonder if George R. R. Martin could express any more ways of the importance of the young maidens intact "maidenhood" and his tellings of the loss of them.

The Broken Pitcher - William-Adolphe Bouguereau

While it is easy to find modern instances of this fascination and fantasy of the seduction and taking of a young lady's innocence, it has been represented many times in other forms of art.  William-Adolphe Bouguereau and Jean-Baptiste Greuze both created separate paintings titled The Broken Pitcher of young ladies with lost innocence represented as a broken pitcher and a look of youth, lust, and loss.  Was this early Lolita porn?  It is sad how many meanings a broken pitcher holds as a metaphor.  The harshest is that a broken pitcher is now useless and to be discarded.

The Broken Pitcher - Jean-Baptiste Greuze

In today's vernacular of this theme, you can search for Lolita Porn, Barely Legal, and other terms to find mountains of this type of visual stimuli.  With that search though comes the fine-edged sword of what are you truly looking for and when does it stray into child pornography.

My personal beliefs on this differ from what I will judge in others.  For most things, I don't judge others' sexual choices as long as it is between two consenting, informed adults.  I may not personally seek it or have tried it and decided against doing it again, but I try not to judge others.   The Lolita/barely legal fetish though is one that I don't hold and question some of those who do.

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire"  I'm on Fire ~ Bruce Springsteen
If you and/or your partner like to dress up in high school cheerleader outfits or in the Catholic school girl skirts and maybe even role play a little, that is one thing.  If though the role playing gets more extreme into age play and power/age dominance, then that is another.  Of course if an adult crosses the hard line of violating a minor (even if the the adult believes the minor was wanting it as well) it is wrong.

Twenty years ago, I had a friend I'll call Ray that was a fireman in his mid-forties.  He started dating a 21 year old coed (who I'll call Brenda) and they lived together for a year.  After their amicable split, I asked him why they broke up.  He said that while Brenda's intellect, beauty and spirit were wonderful, her age-appropriate maturity drove him nuts.  As typical for many people her age, she had to live through bouncing her first check, having her first overdue credit card payment, having to find and pay for auto insurance, having to get utilities hooked up, and many other firsts common at that age.  While he loved Brenda, he didn't want to have to live through all that again.  Now that I am the same age as Ray, I understand that.

For me, I prefer women to girls.  It is cliche to bring up the value of a woman's experience as being sexy, but it is true.  I also love the physical beauty of a woman.  In that beauty, age is a part of it and how it influences the physical appearance works for me.  Combine the age, experience, physical beauty, intellect and and other key factors, a complex woman is far hotter, sexier, intriguing, beguiling, and perfect for me.


Friday, November 22, 2013

Watch & Learn, Grasshopper!

We are excited to bring you a special guest blog from loyal reader & shadow exposing aficionado, Boo Coolidge!   We've chosen to pair his thoughts with an image that portrays a most definitely learned skill!  Enjoy and please take the time to chime in on his awesome question! 

Who Taught You How To Fuck?

Makes you think doesn't it? I mean, we're all taught things. How to ride a bike, how to play sports, how to tie your shoes. Pretty much anything that pertains to your life. So why shouldn't you be taught one of the most basic (and fun) aspects of being human? And if you like it enough (hell who doesn't ?!), don't you want to get good at it?


Regardless of what anyone says, nobody is great at it the first time. For some, it's like watching Elaine Benes from Seinfeld dance. "A full body dry heave."  For others, it's like Jim in American Pie, where you just flat out "didn't know what the hell you were doing."


Being that this is an erotic blog, and I have no qualms about making fun of myself, I thought I'd share my first time. I was only 19 years old. I lost it on election night 2000, same night that Bush won (how's THAT for a double entendre?!).  Anyway, she was 22, beautiful, and shall we say, a tad more experienced.

My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Not nervous of the moment, but nervous that I would be like Jim. Whether it be finishing too early, or just being terrible and having her snicker at me. As guys, we take that real personal.

Lucky for me, she sensed my nervousness and took the lead. It was everything I thought it would be. She taught me not to be nervous, to go with the flow. Sex is like a dance, and you're only as good as your partner.

She taught me how. But lucky for me, it's always gets even better than the first.

~Boo Coolidge

Tongued - 112213 - Miz B



Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Waiting

Certain kinds of intimacy emerge on a phone call that might never occur if you were sitting right next to the other person. ~Errol Morris
Patience and waiting are one of my rare gifts.  I can wait for the phone call, the letter, the email, the smoke signals.  With that said though, I sometimes feel the anxious nerves firing as I want for the phone to ring and it takes all my strength to wait.  I am sure all of you know that feeling of the self discipline needed for those special calls.  Ring dammit!

Krysta Kaos - 111913 - SideB

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Hot & Heavy Heartbreak


I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
Anaïs Nin

A friend's recent heartbreak has brought back a flood of alllllllmost dormant memories.  The luxury of time and distance often lends some clarity to what went wrong in any romance ... but I am always left to puzzle over the unique relationship between incredible sex and doomed love!  This is one of those "which came first, the chicken or the egg" type things to ponder ... I highly recommend falling down this particular rabbit hole only on nights when you have a good stock of your alcoholic potion of preference and no alarm set for the next morning!

Before we try to make sense of the hows and whys here, let's be sure we are all on the same page.   Yes, I concede that there is fabulous sex to be had in stable, contented relationships.   Naturally, there are times when the toxicity of a relationship poisons all the carnal delight right out of it.   And there are plenty of milquetoast emotions and physical interactions strung between the extremes.   But if we are honest with ourselves, if we objectively analyze our experiences, most of us will admit that the "oh my Gaaaawwwwdddd that was sooooo good" lover that our mind slips back to in moments of boredom or personal pleasure is, coincidentally(!?), numbered among our greatest heartaches.  Anyone else willing to confess that your best of all time happened to also be an emotional train wreck that haunts you to this day?  Show of hands? 

Breaking My Heart - 111213 - Miz B


I have several theories for why this is so ... and I suspect that you all might be able to add a few to the list.   All of these are predicated on defining what makes for mind-blowing, soul-shaking, stay on your mind sex.   In my opinion there are 3 basic factors in play here.  First, intensity.   Sex that is half-assed is rarely phenomenal.   A partner who brings intensity can sweep you to new heights by sheer force of nature.   Second, skill.   Let's be honest - much as we'd all like to think that we are a natural, truly great sex is a learned talent.  And finally, emotion.   Wait, what'd she say?   You already know that I don't believe every sexual experience has to be a deep, meaningful, soulmate, cosmic, religious experience.   There's lots of great fun and good sex to be had without all that.   But to be absolutely genuine with you, I know that for me it matters.  Sex that has only the first two elements fades to insignificance next to sex that has them PLUS emotional connection and significance. 

If great sex is defined by intensity, skill, & emotion, what's up with the intersection with heartbreak?   Simply put, hearts don't break over un-intense, fumbling, cold & insignificant relationships.   The same things that define great sex set the bar for how invested we become in our relationships.    The more we are swept off our feet, the more likely we are to crash down on our asses!   

Heartbreak - 111213 - Miz B

In addition, I think that making love is an art form.   It is dynamic and ever-evolving, expressive and creative.   The lover most in-tune with this flow, most sensitive to this energy, is by nature an artist.   Artistic temperaments are not always the most stable, however.  The same things that make them so very gifted, often leave them prone to mental illness, scattered focus, and unpredictability.   These in no way preclude them from finding a compatible partner and being happy, but they do mean incompatible partners are in for a VERY rocky road!  


Like a moth to a blaze he was hesitant, seeming to crave my warmth but not its inevitable burn. He explored me from a distance with his unspoken desire, with the fear that touching me would set him to flame.
~Shawn Kirsten Maravel in "Volition"


Great passions often seem to me temporary by nature.   There is a level of intensity and communion that is unsustainable.   By nature, a raging fire will consume itself ... there is only so much fuel and the greater the inferno, the faster it will be exhausted.  The longing for the heat of that blaze is not the same thing as wishing to be in the roaring, all-consuming flames.   Few memories will compare to such a conflagration ... and they echo in us forever, even after all we are left with is ashes and soot.


I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.   ~Jack London


  

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Smoke gets in your eyes

If you resolve to give up smoking, drinking and loving, you don't actually live longer; it just seems longer. - Clement Freud

What is it about watching people smoke that is so damn sexy?  Is it the sensual breathing, the smoke entering and then exiting their core?  This sexiness of smoking is not just of women.  One of the biggest draws for the great show Mad Men is the all the smoking, both the men and the women.

Fae Decay - 110613 - SideB

An old blog friend once told me this about smoking, "Smoking actually provides another means of communication. Studies have been done on the meaning of blowing smoke up or down, the sexual promise when a woman asks a man to give her a light, and so on."


Fae Decay - 110613 - SideB
I think smoking is very intimate, even though I rarely smoke.  When I am with someone who is smoking*, I am sharing a moment of breath with them.  I breathe in their second hand smoke that has been deep in their being and now is filling me in the same way.  It is a a very physical experience of intimacy of breath.

Megan - 110613 - Sideb

The oxygen (even when polluted as it is with the smoke), is our most needed nutrient.  We can live for weeks with out food, a few days without water, and only a few precious minutes without oxygen.  Maybe this sharing of the smoky, dangerous air is an unspoken intimacy that since I am wanting to be by the smoker, we are sharing in this shared moment of living, and living kind of dangerously.

Are there anythings you find intimate that is not the same as the common definitions of intimacy?  Please share.

Valya - 110613 - SideB

*I am not here to debate the dangers of smoking.  Smoking kills, etc.  If I am with a smoker, it is my choice to breath their smoke.  I have avoided some smokers and being near them while they light up because I didn't feel the danger was worth sharing their air at that moment.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Deadly Dreams

Ahhh ... fall, that lovely time of year when everyone gets to enjoy a day of living like me! Wait, did I say that out loud?   I meant Halloween arrives and gives everyone a chance to bring out their inner freak ... one day of the year where it's acceptable to live our fantasies in public, to step out of the shadows and dress the way we want to, party without inhibition, and attribute our rampant sexuality to a dress-up persona!

I often tell people that being a model is like Halloween everyday - dressing up, assuming personalities, and being able to drop pretense & actively engage the world sexually.   I think that many women find it very empowering to let their inner goddess/slut/diva out for a change ... especially in a manner that is encouraged instead of condemned!  


Deadly Dreams - 103113 - Miz B

We've discussed before on shadowsexposed the intimate relationship between arousal and danger or fear.  Halloween is a delightful mix of sexy and terrifying, which makes for a powerful cocktail of stimulation.   No intense analysis needed, dear readers ... drink deeply of this usually forbidden cocktail, make the most of this wicked holiday, and remember that the deadlier the dream - the better!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

It's elemental

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements. - William Shakespeare

A few weekends ago I went to a Meetup near the San Jose airport.  For two hours, six photographers worked with one model, Aleska.  This crowded setup made me work on keeping the photo shoot down to a few charged elements and keep the rest simple.

While these photos have few elements, each adds layers to the sensuality.  This is true of life in general.  When we first are attracted to a moment, and the person or people in it, we often focus on those charged elements that have meaning to us.  In these photos, what elements draw you in, the crop, the stockings, her smooth and sensual lines, or maybe nothing at all.  Not all photos, nor moments in life, have to draw us in.

I feel that while it is easy to build complex stories and narratives in art, our interactions, our romantic lives, etc., it is often the simple elements that we remember most.  These include the line of a lovers jaw, the scent of our combined sex, the light in her eyes, or the feel of the soft sheets we are entangled in.

As with many of my recent shares, I post both the black and white and color versions for your viewing.  Any thoughts on which work and what doesn't are appreciated.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Shadowscapes II ~ Sapphic Shadows

A shadow is never created in darkness.   It is born of light.  We can be blind to it and blinded by it.  Our shadows ask us to look at what we don't want to see.
  If we refuse to face our shadow, it will project itself on someone else so we have no choice but to engage.  ~Terry Tempest Williams


Pinch - 101613 - Miz B

The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.  ~ George R. R. Martin


Bite - 101613 - Miz B







































People who avoid shadow scare me.  ~Fierce Dolan


Lick - 101613 - Miz B







































How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow?
I must have a dark side also if I am to be whole.  ~C.G. Jung




Friday, October 11, 2013

Out of the Shadows - Happy Coming Out Day!


In honor of National Coming Out Day, let's celebrate the vast diversity of human sexuality.  Attraction is such a complex thing, that I simply chalk all its variations up to MAGIC!   I absolutely agree with Hunger Games actor Josh Hutcherson's recent statement that "I think defining yourself as 100 percent anything is kind of near-sighted and close-minded!"  

I've always been confused by labels.  By the time you list all the exceptions to those rules, you don't have much left to look at!   I've never understood how someone can classify themselves as a loyal Catholic, except when it comes to that pesky birth control issue where they do what they want to do … or how one can scream that they are a liberal, right up until it's time to defend the free speech of someone they disagree with.   Why insist on putting oneself in a box labeled straight, when all it takes is a few shots and a leggy blonde to bend your preference for the night?   It's downright unnatural to  ALWAYS be anything!

Girl Time - 101113 - Miz B


In my less than humble opinion, there is no such thing as being 100% gay or straight.  I think we are all on a broad spectrum of bi by nature.  Does that mean everyone is able to admit those randoms thoughts or fantasies that don't fit our self image or social norms?  Of course not.  But in general I think that it's a sin to ignore huge realms of human experience and sensation because of societal labels.   I'm not talking about anything that victimizes another person ... but I truly believe that connecting with another being or enjoying a physical sensation consensually is a beautiful thing and needs no classification to validate it.   I'll go a step further and say that no soul needs a label or definition to give it value or legitimacy.   

Man to Man - 101113 - Miz B


I understand that we all live in the real world where there are bigots and sometimes horrific consequences for lifestyle expression.   I would never out someone - that's a personal choice.   What I will always do, however, is to encourage everyone to come out of their shadows to themselves.   Get honest about ALL of who you are ... then choose how much to share with the world.   There is an amazing peace with being unable to simply define oneself with labels.  There is freedom in not caring what to call yourself.  I am simply me.   You are simply you.   And it's perfectly ok for you and I to change - day to day, hour to hour, person to person, passion to passion.   

3sum - 101113 - Miz B


In the end, there is not enough love, passion, and happiness in this world.   We should all honor and respect it wherever it does exist!  Gay, straight, bi, trans, poly, curious, you name it ... be you, my dear friends, and know that you are celebrated here! 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Drum roll please ............

With much fanfare and showgirls we are proud to announce the winner of our reader contest Bring YOUR Fantasy to Life!...

Fremont Street Showgirls, Las Vegas - 100213 - SideB


But first, the stuff that if we announced the winner first you would never read (of course we know many of you will peek ahead anyway. ;-) ).  We had dozens of entries and read each one multiple times and established a set of criteria for which to evaluate them.


  1. T.I.F.H. Scale - (That Is Fucking Hot).  This was purely subjective on both our parts.  Some ideas started out on fire, but after thinking on them, didn't sustain the heat.  Others kept a hot even burn, but never scorched.  A few started off cool and subtly heated up to surface-of-the-fucking-sun hot. The latter were treats and the winner was one we both separately, and after talking, revisited and expanded upon.  For the winner we both felt we a connection to the theme and wanted to make it even hotter.
  2. Do-able Scale.  All submissions were appreciated and we strive to honor both the reader who submitted, the theme, and our readers.  We want to do this right.   With this in mind, we had to evaluate on the following criteria:
    • What would it take to create the set, scene, and round up the actors/models to pull it off.  
    • Is the theme rich enough to be important to many, yet simple enough for us to create and honor.  Sometimes the elegant ideas are the best for this type of thing.
    • While all of this sounds like we may be taking the easy way out, the truth is that some of the submissions were so rich with theme and details that we knew with our budgets, abilities, and time, we could not honor the request.  This isn't a judgement on the quality of the submission, but our doing a reality check on not only what we could do, but what we will do well.


So with a long drum roll (queue up the dancing girls!)  The winning submission is from...

DAVE O.!

Dave's winning submission:
Maybe it is because everything is so dire and life or death in our youth but that is where I find the most intense passions

Or maybe I am simply emotionally stunted- who knows...but the teenage make out session has always captured my imagination, well at any age.
Usually taking place in semi-public surroundings..a car, secluded woods or a room that a room mate can barge into at any moment.  There is always danger and immediacy ..to get the deed done bit also make last as long as you can

The kisses are obtuse, wet, and deep.  Hands wander and fumble ..but each miscue only adds to the passion and anticipation....

So what do you think you can do with that? ;)

Lots, Dave.  Lots.

Thank you for inspiring our creative juices.  We will start planning this soon and will share our manifestation of this winning scene.

Friday, September 27, 2013

My old truck

I met all my wives in traffic jams, there's just something women like about a Pickup Man.  - Pickup Man - Joe Diffe
Tiana - 092713 - SideB

My dad bought it new the year after I was born.  It has never left the family since.  It is a part of the family, it is a friend, and it is a unique muse.

Growing up in Idaho, South Dakota, and Montana usually requires time spent around pickup trucks.  This was our truck.  It has been through bad times and good.  This truck took us on camping trips with a big-ass camper.  It carried an injured friend of my dad's to the ER before he almost died from blood loss.  My dad used it as a gear hauler when he was a local volunteer fire fighter (I still remember the red spinner light we carried in it for fire duty).

Tiana - 092713 - SideB
In the 1980's it survived two teenage boys learning to drive in it by taking it to high school every day.  I got into my first wreck in it and was surprised none of us four in the cab and two riding in the bed were hurt.  The truck never failed to take care of me.
Tiana - 092713 - SideB

During those years I drove it exclusively, I learned to drive it like a truck should be driven.  I also learned the first parts of being a man.  I made out for the first time in it.  While I didn't lose my virginity in it, I did have my first sex in a vehicle in it.  I often had fantasies of being out in it with my girlfriend and having one of those youthful sexual moments that coming-of-age movies are based on.  Even though the real moments were great, none of the them lived up to the fantasy.

If you took all the girls I knew 
When I was single 
And brought them all together for one night 
I know they'd never match 
My sweet imagination - Kodachrome - Paul Simon


In the 1990's, it went to live with my parents in their retirement, then moved to my brother's ranch.  It did the ranch work, but was falling apart.  The engine was almost dead.  It rusted out and was going to the junkyard.   In 2007 I rescued it.  After rebuilding the engine (FE 390), way too much body work and body part replacements, a paint job, and more money, hard work and hours than I should have spent,  I restored it.  I owed it to her.

It is funny to drive something that was part of my formative years and then have again in my mid-life.  I feel both young and old in it.  I also feel inspired.  Those old memories and fantasies return and with the roar of the engine and the sound of the tailgate closing, I get inspired to create photos with it.  It has become a muse.

Tiana - 092713 - SideB

I tried taking photos of it by itself, but soon found I needed models with it.  While it was tempting to do just the regular pin-up bikini model photo shoots with it, I knew that wasn't right for either the truck or me.  I wanted to create a mix of those memories and fantasies I held decades before.  The truck soon became a prop, a character, and a muse for me.  When I brought models in with me to work with it, the mystical powers of both the truck and the model worked muse magic and I started to get what I wanted.

These photos of Tiana are from my second shoot with a model and the truck.  I will share more of the other sessions' photos in the future.

  

Friday, September 20, 2013

We {Heart} Breasts!

There, we said it!   Obviously, there are a lot of wonderful things about shooting erotica, but one of our all-time favorites is those luscious wonders of so many sizes and shapes.   In this adoration, I suspect we are not alone.   Our artistic obsession with breasts is definitely art imitating life ... men and women alike seem to enjoy an ongoing love affair with cleavage.   Breasts are a focus of fashion, a lure for libido, & a life-long, warm, soft, nurturing haven!   

Asia Angel - 092013 - Miz B


Having lived in both Europe and America, I can tell you that attitudes vary greatly about nudity from place to place.   In America, one can still cause a panic breastfeeding in public, whereas in many parts of Europe breasts are just a reality of life like clouds and stars.  But the varying degrees of taboo do nothing to minimize the adoration of breasts.   Whether they are off-limits or not, breasts are an aesthetic mainstay of eroticism.   Not everyone is a "breast man,"   but I know many gay men still drawn to women's breasts, many women who torment themselves over the adequacy of their bust, and quite a number of both sexes who find it impossible to remain rational in the face of an exceptional pair of evil twins exposed for specific purpose! 

Scientists now believe that the primary biological function of breasts
is to make males stupid.  
~Dave Berry


Clamps - 092013 - Miz B

Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and sexuality.

~Iris Marion Young

Obviously, Freudian enthusiasts have over-debated the value and symbolic meaning of breasts ad-nauseum.  Not saying they are wrong ... but I don't really care why we are so fascinated with breasts, I'm just glad that we are!   They are lovely, sensitive, delicious, beautiful parts of us and to be savored, visually and otherwise!   I've never understood why women wear clothes designed to showcase their breasts and then complain about people ogling them.  Ummm, hello - if you put them out there as a focal point, you may as well admit that you enjoy showing them off and getting praise for them.   Does this mean you want people to be crude or rude?  Of course not, you just want to celebrate breasts classily with them!  When people can't take their eyes off my chest, I take it as a compliment just like when they can't stop staring at my red hair or into my shameless eyes ... I love them too! :-)

Mirror Mirror - 092013 - Miz B

Fabulous as breasts may be, they are not the end-all be-all of sexiness.   I know some incredibly gorgeous women who have survived breast cancer - some have opted for reconstruction post-mastectomy and some have not - who could teach all of us something about sex appeal.  I'm a huge advocate of breast self-exams (or better yet, recruit your partner and encourage them to be very thorough - on a very regular basis!)  and I always remind women that breasts are only cool on living breathing women!  

I think the quality of sexiness comes from within.
  It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do
 with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.  

~Sophia Loren



            

Monday, September 16, 2013

That Look

You can seduce a man without taking anything off, without even touching him.
Rae Dawn Chong
Rain DeGrey - 091613 - SideB

There is something special about that look.   Some call it the "Come-hither look".  It is not the coy flirting glance across the room or the laugh that lasts a moment to long.  It is a look that is directed to you and only you.

Jolene - 091613 - SideB
I don't use my body to seduce, no. I just stand there.Ursula Andress
I think of it as the boundary moment when the moment is now and now is the time to move, to act.  In my young days, I was bad at reading that moment, that look, that signal.  I think learning what that look means and then knowing what to do next is one of those things that separates the boys from the men.
Valya - 091613 - SideB

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

In Good Hands


“Every woman’s heart cannot be opened with words; sometimes you need to use your hands.” 
― M.F. Moonzajer


In Good Hands - 091113 - Miz B


There's just something about being in good hands.   I'll tell you a secret - a man's (or woman's!) hands are a litmus test for his potential in bed.   Whether his touch be timid or rough, intense or fleeting, it's likely to be a preview of coming attractions.  There's a time for everything, and hands that have a full repertoire are worth their weight in gold!

In Good Hands II - 091113 - Miz B
I'm a sucker for strong hands.   Not brutish hands, but hands the vibrate with potential ... powerful hands that move with tenderness and skill, with the capacity for playful force and primal frenzy.  I adore teasing hands that tempt and tantalize ... thick graceful hands that engulf my waist and dwarf my neck.    Hands that coax surrender, demand release, and caress contentment are the hallmark of a lover worth an encore!

In Good Hands III - 091113 - Miz B

“He had strong, steady hands, and I could tell from looking at them there was little he couldn't do. Mossy always said you could tell everything you needed to know about a man from his hands. Some hands, she told me, were leaving hands. They were the wandering sort that slipped into places they shouldn't, and they would wander right off again because those hands just couldn't stay still. Some hands were worthless hands, fit only to hold a drink or flick ash from a cigar, and some were punishing hands that hit hard and didn't leave a mark and those were the ones you never stayed to see twice.
But the best hands were knowing hands, Mossy told me with a slow smile. Knowing hands were capable; they could soothe a horse or woman. They could take things apart -- including your heart -- and put them back together better than before. Knowing hands were rare, but if you found them, they were worth holding, at least for a little while.” 
― Deanna RaybournA Spear of Summer Grass


Friday, September 6, 2013

No words needed...

No words needed for this story.  Do you think there are different stories though between the black and white vs. color series?  Preferences?



Valya - 090613 - SideB
Valya - 090613 - SideB

Friday, August 30, 2013

Labor Day

An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision. - James Whistler
Tiana - 083013 - SideB
A short post on the beginning of this Labor Day weekend.  I will not be working to earn money this weekend.  I deserve these day off from that type of work.  Instead, I am going to do a labor of love and work on more photos and enjoy some private time with a special someone.

Tiana - 083013 - SideB
It is too easy to postpone taking time to feed those parts of our souls, minds, body, and sensual spirits by earning a buck, fixing something around the house, or helping others ceaselessly.  I encourage you to take the time off to spoil yourselves between the sheets, on the kitchen table, or however you do it.  Even if you live a century, life is too short to not have another carnal moment.

Well said, Side B!   Just adding my two cents, wishing you all a fabulous weekend however you choose to spend it!  I absolutely agree that you all deserve a lil "me time" ... feed your passions, indulge your fantasies, and reward yourself for all your labors!  

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

On the Lighter Side: Goofy Glamour & Giggle-Gasms

I recently enjoyed a brief exchange with the legendary Playboy photographer Byron Newman.  He shared a fabulously sexy, whimsical image and a discussion ensued about the overwrought gravitas of much glamour photography ... we agreed that many artists have taken themselves too seriously and the FUN of sexuality has been lost.   In my less than humble opinion, laughter is sexy as hell ... and if you aren't laughing in bed and on set, you are doing it all wrong!  

Fortunately, I work with people who are as brilliantly funny as they are talented.   Last weekend I enjoyed an erotic shoot with Miz B Havin' Model Adam.   As we worked through our shot list, we arrived at the topic of phone sex.   I was throwing around some ideas on image concepts for this theme, when Adam struck upon the most hilarious idea - which we managed to execute in between bouts of the giggles!  I think it's a fun, sexy take on our modern obsession with technology and our subsequent disconnect from actual personal interaction.   Hopefully, the images from this series will stimulate your funny bones and tickle your fancies ... welcome to Phone Sex a la 2013!



































I often joke around that posing with all these yummy models is hard work, but somebody has got to do it.  For once, this actually was very hard to shoot because we had to remember to completely ignore each other lol.  There were probably 10 shots like the last one here for every single shot in which we managed to keep a straight face!  Sometimes, dear readers, there is nothing sexier than being silly, getting naked, and having a good laugh with your partner ... so put down your phone, log off your laptop, and lighten up!