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Eros and Thanatos: the two impulses that dominate us Life drive and death drive The archetype of Eros and Thanatos has now entered by right into the analytical concepts of the sciences that study human psychology. The figures of Eros and Thanatos date back to Greek mythology and indicate two profoundly opposed elements: the first represents love, understood as that force capable of creating life; the second, however, depicts death and the destruction it generates. Everything that exists, including man, can be analyzed and explained through these two contradictory concepts. In… 阅读更多内容

Tantalus Across the Airshaft : Night Windows by Edward Hopper https://i.pinimg.com/736x/75/60/0e/75600ec63095e4941cea2f444bfd7497--american-artists-american-realism.jpg 1. Hopper: Eros is a Lonely Hunter “Eroticism is a solitary activity…defined by secrecy,” according to Georges Bataille. Hopper’s Night Windows is a doubly erotic painting because it delineates two solitudes—of painter and subject. The subject alone—a solitary woman in her apartment—is not erotic, per se. As with Susanna, the beautiful bather in the Apocrypha, the eye of the enraptured beholder sexualizes h… 阅读更多内容

HOTEL ROOM CUCKOLD CONVERSATION WHILE WIFE IS FUCKING ANOTHER GUY Script is from the clip below, with thanks to @Brazilonfire A hotel corridor on a wekday afternoon. Husband (H) uses his keycard to get in his hotel room, only to find his pretty brunette wide (W) naked on the bed with another man, whose cock she is fondling. She is not at all perturbed by her husband's arrival. 0:15 H:: "What the hell are you doing?" 0:20 W: "Just that since you went out, I needed some more cock, so I went and got some myself. So sit down." 0:30 H: " I don't know about this!" 0:37 W: "Y… 阅读更多内容

Jean de La Fontaine (1621-1695) was born in Chateau-Thierry, Champagne, in central France, the son of a government official. He went to Paris to study medicine and theology, but was drawn to the whirls of social life. After a failed manage to a wealthy noble woman, La Fontaine decided to become a famous writer. In 1658 he left his family and moved to Paris, where he lived his most productive years, devoting himself to writing. He found many patrons. One of his patrons Nicolas Fouquet, was arrested for embezzlement and treason and sentenced to death. La Fontaine wrote one of his most beautiful… 阅读更多内容

The Book The Almond was first published in 2006. It is an autobiographical erotic novel written by an observant Muslim woman in contemporary North Africa, The Almond is a journey into the sexual undercurrents of a world that is, outwardly and to Western eyes, puritanical. Nedjma is a pseudonym. The author of The Almond is in her forties and lives in the Maghreb region. The Moroccan feminist writer Laila Lalani said " When she appeared on Thierry Ardisson’s television show “Tout Le Monde En Parle” in France, Nedjma hid behind a hat and glasses, and her voice was altered. The c… 阅读更多内容

“Ode to Black Skin.” by Ashanti Anderson:(2019) You are dark as religion. Remember God could not have named a modicum of light without you. You are plum, black currant, passion fruit in another woman’s garden. You are Black as and as if by magic. Black not as sin, but a cave’s jaw clamped shut by forgiveness. Color of closed wombs and bellies of ships, you, dark as not the tree trunk but its every cleft. I chart each crescent moon rising above fingernail and rub together my thighs for want of you. I try to find you where the pages of books meet. You hang where men or… 阅读更多内容

TO GYRINNO Do not think that I have loved you. I have eaten you like a ripe fig, and drunk you like a draught of burning water, and worn you about me like a girdle of flesh. I have amused myself with you, because you have short hair and pointed breasts upon your slender body, and nipples black as little dates. As one must have fruits and water, a woman also sates a living thirst; but already I no longer know your name, you who have lain within my arms like the shade of another loved one. Between your flesh and mine a burning dream has claimed me for its own. I pressed y… 阅读更多内容

COMPARISONS Sparrow, bird of Kypris, accompany our first desires with your notes. The new body of young girls blooms with flowers, just as blooms the earth. The night of all our dreams arrives and we whisper it together. At times we match our different beauties, our long hair, our budding breasts, our quail-plump deltas, couched beneath the springing down. But yesterday I strove this way against Melantho, my elder. She was proud of her bosom, which sprouted within the month, and, mocking at my flattened tunic, called me Little c***d. No man could possibly have seen us, we sh… 阅读更多内容

In the Romanian "La Fileu" podcast, WTA world number 39 Sorana Cirstea confessed that her former sponsor Adidas used to tell her. "I remember when I had a contract with Adidas. They always told me, considering that I look good for a sportswoman, that «It's better to look good and be in the top 20, than not look good and be number 1». When you're in the top 20, however you're seen, you're high and there's a crowd at every tournament. So they told me: "It's better to be beautiful and in the top 20, than... less beautiful and number 1" You realize, they also have their quotas, it's a market", s… 阅读更多内容

Anticipation by Juana Salsa Heat crawling over flushed skin Goose bumps tingling flesh Blood pulsing through tightening loins Need pressed against burning flesh Gasping indrawn breath sparked by desire Throat tight with unspoken longing Lungs crushed by unfulfilled promises Muted hush of sound from far away Coiling ropes of arousal pulse closer Rosy puckering nipples protrude painfully Trembling breasts that heave with passion Groans rumbling deep from aching chest Saliva dries, moisture wicked away for pleasure Tears squeezed from pleading eyes Rasp of unfettered craving fr… 阅读更多内容

NOTES on prononciation: Sidhe is a Gaelic word pronounced "she" , The sidhe are fairies in Irish mythology. The English word banshee somes from the Gaelic "Bean sidhe" a female fairy wiho is malevolent. "Caoillte" is a Gaelic man's first name, meaning "Woods" and pronounced "kweelta" "Niamh" is a Gaelic woman's first name pronounced "Neeve" The Hosting Of The Sidhe by William Butler Yeats The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dr… 阅读更多内容

God, Sex and Truth In 2018 the Indian film director Ram Gopal Varma (RGV) released an important short film, a 19-minute monologue by porn star Mia Malkova called God Sex and Truth. Western readers unfamilar with Indian cinema should understand that RGV is a hugely successful director, with 55 movies to his credit over three decades. He is the Steven Spielberg of Indian cinema. He had to make this film in Paris because it would have been i*****l under Indian obscenity laws to make it at home. When it was eleased in 2018 there was huge controversy in India and RGV is being… 阅读更多内容

Valentina's Dream. Her name is Valentina Nappi, she is 21 years old, from Pompeii, and studies design at university. But her professional future does not see her as a furniture designer or interior decorator: her dream is to become a porn star, a profession in which she has already done some testing in the company of Rocco Siffredi, the powerful star of the Italian porn firmament and universal However, the young promise of pornography does not only have, as she claims, a professional interest: "Dream of porn - she says - that occupies a very prominent place in the world of culture.… 阅读更多内容

When my wife filed for divorce, I had to be honest with myself and came to realize our own personal demons were making it impossible to stay together. Unfortunately, her demons had destroyed our sex life for six of our seven years together, so that most of my orgasms came from masturbation to porn in my den while she slept. As I unpacked my things in my new apartment I decided to try and get out of this rut. I would buy a mountain bike and start getting fit again, so that I could get out there and meet some new women, and hopefully get laid. However, things happened differently than I expect… 阅读更多内容

Lynn My fantasies during sex usually involve one or more men; whatever we are doing, there is invariably a group of people present, watching. In both fantasy and real life, I am an exhibitionist. I enjoy having men look at the crotch of my trousers, swim suit, or pantyhose. My husband knows of my fantasies, and encourages them. He also knows of my masturbation, which he considers heightens my sexuality. During masturbation, my fantasies are usually exhibitionistic. Before I was married I did have occasional lesbian fantasies, but no longer do. If in real life I sit with my legs apart… 阅读更多内容

Jacqueline It has taken me some time to write to you, even after consulting my husband. Who had been in favor of my doing so since we first read your letter. The reason for my not making up my mind earlier was because of the results of my fantasies, and not so much because I practiced them. Whether you will find them surprising or shocking only you, of course can say. am forty-two and have been married for twenty-five years, and have four c***dren now grown up. Our sex life was, we think, reasonably satisfactory, except that I thought, for a long time, that something was missing, and that it… 阅读更多内容

" When I’m making love I’m not ashamed of anything. If you’re ashamed, then your mind’s not free to create; and your body’s not free either. I think maybe I wouldn’t do the things I do when I’m making love if my mind weren’t really free to create. I don’t think women always fantasize during sex, but to deny that it ever happens, to deny it altogether ... You’ve got to fantasize when the time’s right. When I’m fucking, I don’t fantasize about the guy I’m with. I know he’s doing it. I mean, if I didn’t like a guy I wouldn’t be fucking him, but the guy in my mind is always someone else.… 阅读更多内容

Small Murders When Cleopatra received Antony on her cedarwood ship, she made sure he would smell her in advance across the sea: perfumed sails, nets sagging with rosehips and crocus d****d over her bed, her feet and hands rubbed in almond oil, cinnamon, and henna. I knew I had you when you told me you could not live without my scent, bought pink bottles of it, creamy lotions, a tiny vial of parfume—one drop lasted all day. They say Napoleon told Josephine not to bathe for two weeks so he could savor her raw scent, but hardly any mention is ever made of their love of violets. He… 阅读更多内容

Stripped of my clothes, I climbed into a tree; my bare thighs embraced the smooth, moist bark; my sandals trod upon the branches. Far up, yet under the leaves and shadowed from the heat, I placed myself astride a projecting branch and balanced my feet in the void. It had rained. The water drops fell and slipped over my skin. My hands were stained with moss and my toes were reddened from crushed flowers. When the wind passed, I felt the life of the beautiful tree. Then, I pressed my legs yet closer and laid my open lips upon the hairy nape of a bough. (by Pierre Louys in French, 1896… 阅读更多内容

There Will Come Soft Rains Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933 (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.… 阅读更多内容