According to a recent study, 50% of British women can’t identify their reproductive parts on a diagram. That seems a bizarrely high number. I’ve no idea how accurate this study is, but it would explain a pet peeve of mine: Erotic fiction that gets all the body parts wrong when it starts describing the details of an encounter. There’s nothing like a vagina being licked or a cervix penetrated to ruin a steamy story. I remember one particularly strange example that seemed to think the female protagonist had a prostate. That would have come as a bit of a shock to her gynecologist. I always assumed it was male authors not having a clue, but maybe it’s a more widespread problem than that.
Hopefully the gentleman above knows exactly where he’s sticking his tongue. The image is signed AD, but I don’t have a better attribution than that. Amusingly, when I do a Google reverse image search it suggests that the image is about “Delayed onset muscle soreness”. Maybe she’s had him there for a while?
Tag: Artwork
For the man who knows his place
It wasn’t till I was writing my previous post on Eric Kroll that I realized that he’d edited one of the definitive books on Eric Stanton. Artwork from the book kept popping up on my Eric Kroll image searches, and I couldn’t understand why. At first I assumed the search engines were just getting confused between the two Eric’s, but then I looked a little more closely and spotted the connection. So not only has Mr Kroll produced some great photographs, he has also honored one of the great femdom artists.
Oddly enough it’s actually a book I’ve owned for years, so I really should have known. I brought it in the late 90’s in a sex shop in Soho. This was a time when commercial internet porn was still in its infancy, and I still occasionally popped into shops for femdom material. It was strange to see a serious looking, hardback book featuring vintage femdom artwork sitting on the counter next to random wank mags. I’ve no idea what else I brought that day, probably some long lost edition of Cruella magazine, but I’ve still got the book. It moved almost 5,000 miles with me to Seattle and is now sitting on a shelf between my Sandman collected editions and a bunch of Garth Ennis books. If you’re an Eric Stanton fan, it’s definitely something to consider getting.
I am not a horse!
Tattoo’s (as discussed in yesterday’s post) aren’t the only form of permanent marking available for kinky play. Branding is another option, assuming you’re into edge play, pain and body modification. While tattoo’s seem very personal and intimate, branding has a more objectifying element, thanks to the association with cattle. Although apparently some cattle do actually enjoy it.
The artwork below is from the prolific Eric Stanton. I particularly like the “I’m not a horse!” line. I guess it’s possible the next panel could have had her apologizing profusely for confusing him with a horse and letting him go, but probably not.
Ladykiller in a bind
Fans of dating sims, visual novels and kinky consensual lesbian sex might want to check out a new game called Ladykiller in a bind. Or, to use it’s full and very descriptive title – My Twin Brother Made Me Crossdress As Him And Now I Have To Deal With A Geeky Stalker And A Domme Beauty Who Want Me In A Bind!
I’ve not played it, so can’t personally comment on the content, but based on this article, it seems like an interesting concept. If it seems like something you’d be in to, then look for it on September 23rd.
The Secret Lives of Sissies
Vice has an interesting article posted entitled ‘I Cross-Dress. Do You Still Love Me?’: The Secret Lives of Sissies. It’s a pretty sympathetic piece, featuring interviews and photographs of men at a San Francisco play party arranged by Mistress Alice.
The kink itself is a complicated one. Although it’s not a kink I indulge in, I can understand both the appeal of it and also why it annoys some people. What comes through from the article is the complexity and variety of the reasons behind it. Some people get off on a forced humiliation aspect. Some want to be as passable and attractive as possible. Others just like women’s clothing and the chance to wear it. Of course the same could be said for other kinks. People enjoy things like bondage or impact play for lots of different reasons. The difference is that the nobody gets annoyed about people getting tied up, where the sexual and gender politics of cross dressing does tend to raise hackles, which in turn makes it more interesting to look at the underlying motivations.
I’m afraid I don’t know the artist of this particular piece.
Cucks
One of the weirder elements – of what has been a seriously weird year of politics – has been the rise of the term ‘cuck’ or ‘cuckservative‘. As this GQ article explains, it’s an insult used within the right to suggest someone is weak and reluctant to take a firm conservative stance. The derivation is obviously from the sexual kink of cuckolding.
Personally I don’t really care if the American right wing beats itself up, but I do find the term puzzling. The key element of cuckolding is surely the ‘cheating’ aspect and the feelings that provokes. By definition it needs at least three people, with one of them getting off on being spurned and denied. Maybe the cuckold gets off on the woman’s pleasure, or masochistically on the humiliation and rejection, but either way it’s a secret source of enjoyment. Do how does this dynamic map to the insult? If Donald Trump is the bull and Jeb Bush the cuck, who or what is the woman? How is the cheating happening? And is Jeb supposed to be getting a thrill out of it? It doesn’t really make much sense to me.
If nuts on the right want to raid the BDSM lexicon for insults, then surely ‘sissy’ would be a much better word to steal. That has no trio dynamics, and aligns more closely to the intended meaning of weak, effeminate and insufficiently red blooded. It even works in the longer form of ‘sissyservative’. That’s not to say I’d personally use or support such a term, but at least it’d make a bit much logical sense. Although in the current climate, logical sense is perhaps expecting too much.
This sissy artwork is by Voloh. You can see more from the same artist at his imagefap account and on hentai foundry.
Wine and Oral
Something simple for today’s post. A glass of wine, a willing tongue and a happy lady. If only every day could end like this.
I’m afraid I’ve no clue who the artist is. If you can help me attribute it then please leave a comment.
Super and Wonder
I watched ‘Batman V’s Superman: Dawn of Justice’ recently. Quite frankly, it sucked. It seemed to have been written by someone with no feel for the history of the characters or understanding of their backstory. It’s depressing because superhero movies are storytelling at its most basic. They’re all about Gods and monsters. Basic battles between good and evil in their most simplistic humanized form.You’d think that an industry dedicated to telling stories, and spending millions of dollars to hire the best in the world to do that, would be able to deliver on those fundamentals. Apparently that’s too much to ask.
The one good thing in the movie was Wonder Woman. She only shows up in a cameo role, but still manages steals the show. Despite countless past disappointments, I’m still looking forward to her new movie, due out next year. They’ve just released a trailer for it and, amazingly, it actually looks pretty good. Gal Gadot seems like a great fit for the role. I don’t think we’ll get to see her beating up Batman, but I’ll happily buy a ticket to watch her pummel men of any variety.
Hot butt sex
This is artwork by Edda (aka apfelgranate. on tumblr) based on the Ace Attorney series of games from Capcom. There’s a lovely sense of physicality and sensuality to it. Not to mention the realistic but unusual presence of in shot towels and lube.
Shit or get off my face
This paper mag article on the NYC BDSM scene is pretty short and light on detail. However, I have to salute the writer for its opening line – ‘Shit or get off my face’. That’s memorable. It’s a phrase that provokes an initial ‘huh?’, until you realize the writer is a dominatrix. Then it generates more of an ‘Ewww!’.
This artwork is by Rodzo. Fortunately for those of a delicate disposition he’s an artist big on the face sitting part, but not so much on the poop.