Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Follicles y fotos.

A number of years back I posted online the photo below of Katie.  It got many comments, but the one that sticks in my mind still is, "Yuck.  Get a razor!"  I was so mad that I almost pulled the photo off the interwebs.  That anonymous troll had gone too far and found one area I am very sensitive about, my models.  He/she also made me think about how subjectively judged body hair on models can be.

Katie 072914 - SideB

First of all, I am open to criticism of my art and erotica.  It makes me better at what I do.  One thing I will never accept though is derision of my models.  I am very protective of them because they shared so much for me to create my visions.  They are muses and muses in my book are above saints.


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Second, I do have my own aesthetics for the grooming choices of my models.  It all comes down to what I envision the final products to have as critical elements.  These elements include mood, theme, attitude, color scheme, costumes, location, my mood, etc.  Once that is established, I will then go look for the perfect model.  Some are more natural and others keep their personal grooming very trim or bald.   I have photographed about all areas of the spectrum and loved how each model looked.  This goes for male models as well.  The important part is that she/he has the grooming style I need for my vision.

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Which do I prefer for my personal/non-photographic life?  Some will say I don't have a preference, and that is not true.  I want what she feels is right for her.  I want her to feel sexy and beautiful.  For some women that means no hair except on their beautiful heads.   For other's they are natural from head to toe.  I want them to feel comfortable and sexy so they can focus on the sensual moments together, not just trying to match what they think society expects of them.  

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For me, any woman who feels sexy is sexy.  She could feel it is her smile, her eyes, her mind, her body, her desires and she is right.  Sexy is sexy and if it is something she is confident of and makes her feel good about herself, then I will probably find  her very sexy.  Maybe it comes down not to the grooming habits, but confidence.  By grooming and keeping a look or appearance that feels comfortably sexy and true to the her is truly the sexiest and most alluring element of all.




Friday, July 25, 2014

Wrapped Up in Him

One of my favorite feelings is to wrap myself up in my lover's clothes & breath in the smell of him.   It's almost like he's holding me, even when he's far away.   The material brushes my skin like his fingertips, reminding me of how he thrills me.   The warmth of his shirt surrounds me like his arms, reminding me of how he holds me close.   The scent of his cologne envelopes me, filling my head with the comfort of his skin on mine.   They say that a man's clothing on his woman is akin to a flag flying over a conquered fortress.  I say they are right ... when I wear his clothes, I am wearing him ... I am his.


Wearing Him - 072414 - Miz B

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Memoirs of a Jaded Romantic: Point of No Return

For some people, “the point of no return” begins at the very moment their souls become aware of each others’ existence.  
C. JoyBell C.

Once, in the midst of recreational romps and temporary distractions, something magical happened.   From the most unexpected person, at the most unexpected time, she stumbled across genuine connection and intimacy.   She no longer believed in unicorns - every single time, they turned out to be asses with horns glued to their foreheads.  She was no longer waiting for the fairy tale prince charming to ride in and carry her off to a perfect life in a castle.  She couldn’t even say words like “forever” without a cynical mental chuckle.  Simply put, she was stunned when someone actually touched her heart and mind instead of just her body … completely floored to find her soul was not immune to the gravity of his smile.

She found it equally unsettling and delightful that he hovered in her mind, danced in her heart, and sizzled through her flesh - and that was just the anticipation.  When he turned all of his physical and mental focus on her, she was completely overwhelmed.   It was not that he did anything so special - he wasn’t a sweet talker, he wasn’t skilled in mind-blowing techniques that she’d never felt before, & he wasn’t particularly romantic.  No matter how she struggled to put a reason behind her reaction to him, it simply was what it was.   It was not what he did, it was completely who he was … and who she was when they were together.  

His hands were average … gifted musician's hands, but nothing about them proclaimed an electric touch.  Yet when they took her hand, caressed her cheek, or slid along her slickness, they arced with magic sparks.   His lips were full and soft, but merely lips nonetheless.  Yet they transformed on her body into fountains of pleasure that tantalized and fulfilled in equal measure.   His body was gorgeous - perhaps not the most finely sculpted of her experience but solid and balanced and lithe … yet when it merged with hers and surged against her, it was the body of a god, powerful and omniscient of her needs.   

Unable to understand why he affected her so, she was captivated.   She craved the rush that only he provided.  After so many years of going through the motions, she found it irresistible to need his touch.   Was he affected the same way?   Did her presence ignite him with the same inferno of arousal?   Did it even matter?  Perhaps what he needed was to be wanted that way, needed that way, desired that way.   Perhaps he didn’t need anything from her.  He may have been oblivious to how he moved her … and his oblivion may be all that saved her from being lost altogether in him.  Had he ever realized the power he had over her, exploited that addiction to his passion, she would have been completely at his mercy … an idea that terrified her even as she longed for it.

Universes - 7/8/14 - Miz B
Sometimes the significance of a love affair is not in how it ends, but in how it begins.   Theirs had begun with an electric inevitability, an instant point of no return that altered her forever - and isn’t that the point?