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).

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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.
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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.

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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
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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.

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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?



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Valya - 090613 - SideB