Archive for sex

One Handed Prose

Posted in erotic, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, Uncategorized, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2013 by cliffmichaels

..

All photos by Sawomasak, subject to this creative commons license
lara1

What would the internet be without porn? Porn is ubiquitous. Online here, there & everywhere. Softcore, hardcore, weirdcore – video, audio, pictoral and text. Probably there is musical porn, painted porn, mosaic porn, telegraph porn, semaphore porn. Porn for boys, girls, men, women, TG men, TG women, heterosexuals, homosexuals, bisexuals, tricycles. Porn for necrophiliacs, emetophiliacs, agalmatophiliacs, somnophiliacs, and archnephiliacs (and a myriad other “acs”).

In short, lots and lots and lots of porn on the internet.

Or so I’v been told. Personally, I don’t care for any kind and haven’t since I was thirteen or so. I looked at an early Playboy and it seemed so – well – crass. The closest I’ve come to watching or reading porn sicen was viewing the early Lucille Ball films.

My good friend Micky, however, adores porn. All kinds. But, being of the old fashioned school, he particularly likes written porn. Tale of Two Titties, Catch 69,  that sort of thing. I consulted extensively with Micky in preparation for writing this post. He very graciously shared his extensive expertise with Visions. I must confess I blushed during much of Micky’s lecture; and I fainted once during his rather lurid description of the Internet’s better bestiality sites.

lara2

 

Micky said when it comes to the world of written porn plot, originality, character development, motivation, vivid and nimble prose and ultimate meaning count for very, very little (OK, for nothing…) Proper spelling and punctuation,  while preferred, are not essential. Decent grammar is a plus. Micky says there is only one  thing that matters to good porn writing – depiction of  at least four  sex acts per page. Kinky sex acts are even better. Multiple people kinky sex is best. The average porn reader, Micky point out, wants to spend no more time than necessary  (five minutes tops) reaching the story’s climax.

Written porn on the ‘net is mostly in the form first popularized by Penthouse magazine in the eighties in its readers’ forum sections: three to four page, first person tales of outlandish debaucheryl like, “boy meets girl, girl blows boy, boy fucks girl in the ass, boy learns girl is a tranny, boy blows girl, boy gets fucked in the ass, boy goes home to discover his wife sucking her dachsund’s delicious dong while her daddy  is watching). No redeeming social value unless you count efficient masturbation as a social good.

But, to Micky’s surprise, there is some well written hardcore erotic fiction on the net. This high class stuff arouses your brain as well as your genitals. I haven’t read any of it – because I am such a pure person – but I mostly trust Micky’s judgment; he minored in English in college back in the late sixties (he majored in Abrasive Studies).

lara3

So Wrong – the Collected Pornographica of Elsie – contains a variety of well written, thoughtful stories blending hardcore sex and surreal plots or characters.  The Summer I Learned to Fly, a story of bisexual incest between characters with surprising super powers, is powerful. Most  one handed porn is imminently forgettable, Micky tells me he’s still chewing on Elsie’s imaginative stories. Summer’s protagonist is a teen girl with cerebral palsy who is obsessed with sex.  Micky made me read this this small excerpt from the story:

It was a tough time for me. I’m sure it was hard for my older brother and sister too, but at the time I was too self-centered and wrapped up in my own problems to think about them. I was an awkward kid, introverted and perpetually self-conscious. I have Cerebral Palsy, which means my legs are twisted like pretzels and I need two canes and leg braces to walk; ugly metal braces that clunk with each step. To compound that, I was a late bloomer, compared to all the other girls in my class. I finally hit puberty, and it was like an F-16 switching on the afterburner. Paradoxically, that just made me feel like even more of an outsider. I got my period, fitfully and unpredictably, and I started growing breasts; small but sensitive speed bumps that made me feel like everyone was always staring at my chest. My sexuality suddenly made the quantum leap from occasionally having my G.I. Joes and Barbies play out unnatural acts together to furtive pornography-looking and actual masturbation. Lots and lots of actual masturbation.

I was impressed. Reminded me a bit of early Flannery O’Conner. I asked Micky if there were any G rated stories by Elsie. He just laughed. As he stood there I suddenly noticed his hairy palms and that his new pair of glasses had much thicker lenses than his old ones.

lara4

Lara

PORN IN ART

Read all of VISIONS

The Worst Guy She Ever Met was… Me!!

Posted in erotic, FLICKR, memoir, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2013 by cliffmichaels

..

nude01

..

We all like to think of ourselves as being good, kind, caring people. Well, at least I do. Very good. Very kind. Very caring. Even if we do anything that is less than good, or kind, or caring, we justify our conduct with what, to us, seems a valid excuse (I know I should have stopped to see if he was OK, but I was running late for my nail appointment…)

When it comes to my history with women I like to see myself as a consistently caring man. I have treated women as a human beings and not just as a sexual conquests. I listened to them, considered their needs, and went out of my way to accommodate those needs.  Yes, what a paragon of good, kind and caring masculinity I was!

Well, not always…

It was early spring of 1984. Her name was Norma (no it wasn’t, but I don’t remember  her real name). I answered her personal ad in a Knoxville newspaper. We met for drinks and neither of us were creeped out by the other. She was passably attractive, well educated and bright. We ended up dating two or three times. I was my usual good, kind & caring self. We passed the sex barrier successfully and continued seeing each other.

She was a third year law student, recently divorced, and in her late thirties or early forties. I believe she had one teenage child and worked at least part time. In other words she had a lot on her plate and I’m sure there was a lot of stress in her life. I was good, kind, caring and understanding. I was there for her. She could count on me. I was a rock.

At least for a while…

nude02

She invited me to her home the last night I saw her. She had an indoor, heated pool. We ended up, after her kid was safely asleep,  up to our necks in the relatively warm water, naked and horny. We’d had a fair amount of wine and I was only semi-hard. It was a nicely erotic interlude. I took delight in stroking her large buoyant breasts and her warm, wet cunt (and enjoyed the way her fingers teased my bobbling dick and balls).

In between french kisses and submarine fondling, she said, “You don’t know how much you’ve come to mean to me.” She put her hands around my waist and her head on my shoulder. Her damp, tangled hair cooled my bare neck and shoulder. “It’s been really, really rough for me the last month trying to handle school, my job and all.”  So looked up at me, smiled and caressed my cheek. Her other hand drifting down to my cock. “I don’t I could have made it without you – thanks,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. She hugged me tightly, her lips pressing into mine. A few minutes later, dripping water, we staggered to her bedroom,  then awkwardly fucked on rumpled, damp sheets.

I didn’t see her again. I didn’t even call. My conduct was pretty shitty. I knew it – I was being a worthless, cruel jerk. I still didn’t call. As the next few days, then weeks, went by I knew there was utterly no excuse for my conduct. While I wasn’t in love with Norma, I liked her well enough and she had done nothing to merit my callousness. Ordinarily I would have continued seeing her. Even if I had decided not to see her again at least I think I would have called with an explanation: some good & kind & caring brushoff (its me, not you – you’re too good for me…)

Yes, of course, I had my good excuse: Lea, another woman I had been dating casually for several months. Lea was in her thirties, childless, and a redheaded yankee from Pittsburgh with piercing, smoky eyes. For quite awhile I had tried not think my growing feelings for her meant anything serious. This is just fun, I told myself, a hot dalliance, nothing more.

Yes, I was playing the field in an understanding way. I was honest about it. I didn’t lie to any of the women I was seeing about the others.

The same week I was being so alluringly good, etc. in Norma’s pool – and bed –  I realized I was madly, deeply – hopelessly – in love with Lea. I was a little shocked by the realization. What had started as what I thought would be but a brief affair had suddenly turned into much, much more. I loved her.   For the first time in years I had no interest in other women (what was wrong with me?)

The next year we married. Twenty-seven years later we are still together. Of course I have been a good and kind and caring husband.

I have a recurrent nightmare that goes like this: I have a new, promising case, the other side hires a female lawyer who looks faintly familiar to me when I meet her the morning of the initial hearing. Just before court she’ll look at me, her hands crossed over her ample breasts,then sneer, “You don’t remember, do you, you shit bastard?”  My mouth will drop open, I’ll stutter something stupid, then look at the ground. The hearing doesn’t go well. She beats me into the ground.

At least, to my credit, I feel like a bad, callous, unfeeling son of a bitch – for the rest of the day…

nude03

swo81’s set Best of 2012

Flickr Group: WATER HAIR

All photos by swo81. Originals and my derivatives subject to this creative commons license

Read all of VISIONS

TRADING PLACES – A Twisted Tale of Fat Fried Love

Posted in erotic, fetish, memoir, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2012 by cliffmichaels

..

bbw6

I’ve posted several accounts of my youthful sexual encounters to this blog. Those stories are admittedly somewhat fictionalized (partly because of the amnesia of age and partly out of my shameless efforts to make a better narrative).  I believe these tales still matter to who I am today. While some facts may be smudged – or prettyfied – the essence of each tale, as best I can make it, remains true and a crucial part of me.

I admit being shockingly proud of my written accounts of these episodes of sex and loves: Gail, and my instant soaring lust for her followed by the worst breakup in all of recorded history of the entire known world.  Barbara, and my shocking answer to a simple question and the sordid hilarity that ensued.  Janet, the brilliant, tall redhead I stubbornly insisted on keeping as an ethereal fantasy, even in the face of her implied offer of sweet carnality. Janet Pilgrim (real name Charlaine Edith Karalus), the 1952 platinum blonde Playboy Playmate whose  airbrushed nudity dazzled the eleven year old boy I once was and made his underwear bulge for the very first time. The construction worker who, the first Christmas I was divorced, made a present to me of her body wrapped in a concentrated cloud of marijuana smoke, then passed out under me. The petite brunette who claimed to be a student at Hunter College then leased me her very handsome tits for a not unsizable contribution to her tuition fund one afternoon in a New York gentleman’s club (I left with a lightened step – much of my cash had fled my wallet).  Lorrie, who paid me three hundred dollars so I’d let her blow me. Elizabeth, the nine year old who triggered my first sexual awakening when I was the same age while we played innocently in her front yard. Terry, the tormented torch singer – and Star Trek fanatic – with dark brownhair and anguished eyes from Chicago who once told me, “tonight, I almost love you”.

All of those stories, and more, I’ve carefully preserved, like faded photos pasted onto heavy black pages in a gilt edged, oversized album entitled My Most Very Important Memories – Volume One: Sex & Love.

Not every sexual encounter I had in my younger days has been inshrined in that sacred scrapbook; Most of those not canonized have so faded from memory or exist only as a small handful of scattered shards I  cannot  reassemble nor encumbered them with any meaning.

But there is a category of memories which, while possibly meaningful, I choose not dwell on. Frankly, I fear these stories’ meanings might be too dark. I resist writing about them, not wanting to face a revelation too likely to puncture my pumped up sense of self. No. Better to leave those memories safely unjudged in the comforting recesses of mind than spread them out in unalterable script spread neatly across the digital pages of this blog. I tremble, too, in cold, black fear of how you, dear reader, might judge me should these memories I now keep under lock ever escape to the light of day.

But hey, to hell with all that crap – I just wanna write smut!  (Click to continue)
You’ll find more photos of sexy BBW Naughty Jessica, too!

Read all of VISIONS

Sex, Scandal & Schadenfreude

Posted in erotic, fetish, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, religion, Sexy, Uncategorized, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2012 by cliffmichaels

..

There’s nothing better than a good old messy sex scandal that topples the high and mighty – especially in America! So much fun to revel in the agony of  others, especially those hypocritical dicks in high office.

David Petraeus: smart as a whip, four star general, hero of two wars,  CIA chief, rising political star – only to be brought low by being stupidly led around by that small, lecherous head hiding in his pants. How silly. How tragic. How much in line with all the alpha males dethroned in the past by mindless lust.

What was he thinking?? “Hmm, I’m head of the CIA, under constant scrutiny by friends and enemies alike, married, and with ambitions still unfulfilled. Think I’ll get me some tail on the side. What could possibly go wrong?” 

We males are all at jeopardy of making the same mistake. Look at Bill Clinton. My God, what was he thinking? “Hmm, I’m President of the United States of America, married to a powerful wife, and have ruthless enemies who are constantly seeking to destroy me. Think I’ll get me some trim from that chubby, not so bright, twenty something intern. What could possibly go wrong?”

John Edwards? How dumb was that? “Gee, I’m going to run for President again, my wife – who everyone adores – is dying of cancer, the press is all over me 24/7… Think I’ll cavort with the cute woman who did those videos. What could possibly….”

Larry Craig? As a self righteous, married Senator preaching the need for traditional family values, he managed to get himself arrested in a public bathroom soliciting gay sex. It’s impossible to know what he was thinking.

Ah, but the very best sex scandals blow up around those idiot southern mega-church preachers who rail against the gays only to be caught with a dick up their ass.

I could go on, and on, and on, and on. To save me the trouble I’ll just link to this page of political sex scandals from the past. I wonder when the first high mucky muck succumbed to temptation only to have his place at or near the top of the heap shattered? Twenty thousand years ago? “Gosh, I’m the high wizard of the tiger clan, dozens of guys want to topple me, not to mention those bear clan bastards on the other side of the hill, think I’ll screw Gog’s woman – and maybe Glug’s, too. What…?”

But nobody learns from history. Through the ages each guy thought he could have his pussy and eat it too. Insulated by his sycophants and power, each philanderer believed he could get away with it. Each smugly believed he was immune to the perils of  blind lust.  “I’m too smart, too careful to end up like those other guys. She loves me and will  keep my secret, the press – and my wife and the voters – will never find me out. What could possibly go wrong?” 

And  the common man is just as likely to bring himself low by sexual indiscretion as his betters. He’ll hit on that sexy co-worker, pick up a whore in the worst part of town, seduce his wife’s best friend, or collect kiddie porn. When he gets caught he can kiss his house, his 401(K) and his reputation goodbye  when his wife’s divorce lawyer gets through with him. (Amazingly, divorce lawyers are more likely than their fellow chumps to let their dicks overrule their good sense.)

But the thick, bright silver lining of all these sex peccadillos is the delicious enjoyment they afford the rest of us. Its almost as good as watching that fat, pompous asshole slip on a banana peel and fall on his ample ass. Wonderfully,  Petraeus scandal gets messier – and more fun – every single day. Another four star general!  Another Tampa “socialite” bimbo! Ha! And that shirtless right wing FBI guy. How can it get any better!?

But as much fun as we get from these scandals, we’ve got to remember not to become that idiot guy caught with his dick where it doesn’t belong…!

girlsocks

All photos  by Amadeus Hwllequin,  original photos and my remixes, subject to this creative commons license

TEMPTATION GIRLS

Read all of VISIONS

No Redeeming Social Value

Posted in erotic, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, sexual, Sexy, Uncategorized, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 28, 2012 by cliffmichaels

..

CAUTION

Read before clicking on the following link

There is hardcore porn on Flickr, lots of it. Visions does  not normally link to porn pics. For one thing, most porn shots are crude, poorly lit and  terribly composed. In short, they just ain’t that sexy. Most of the photos in the Flickr group linked to below will most likely wince rather than smile. View at your own risk.

HARDEST OF THE HARDCORE 

Remember, you have to be a Flickr member, logged in, and have safe search OFF to see the photos in the group linked to in this post!

Read all of VISIONS

189 Nudes & 4 Shocking Sets!

Posted in art, erotic, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2012 by cliffmichaels

..

David and Emma’s strangely wholesome set Nudes is a feast for the eyes. Every one of the nearly 200 photos is worth more than a glance. On the tamer side, you might also enjoy Gardens. Both of their photos on this page, remixed by me, are subject to this creative commons license.

Finally, here’s a seriously sinful set by  boglington, one of Dave & Emma’s favorite photographers. And here’s a delicious, if X rated, set by Thunder-Pix, one of boglington’s favorites. Tina Keskitupa is one of Thunder-Pixe’s favorites, and this set shows why!

......</span

Read all of VISIONS

Fifteen Flickr Erotic Sets…

Posted in erotic, fashion, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, pinup, sexual, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2012 by cliffmichaels

..

FAVORITES SHIBARI

NOEMI POLY

CLAUDIA RESTRICTED

LURID WELL HEELED

PANTIES CUTE GIRLS 

CATRIN POLAROID WOMEN

SELF #1 NUDO

HETEROHARD

....</span

Read all of VISIONS