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From the French song by Alain Souchon, and the gallery of my new friend grantc Upskirts Retinas and pupils Boys have eyes that shine For a fool's game To see up girls' skirts And all of their life Absorbed by this affair By this fool's game To see under girls' skirts The girls are very proud On their stepladders in the air Contemptuous gaze and letting the wind do it all They are the suave They know the weakness of men That the only thing that matters on earth It's their flimsy skirts https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3bgATxmemc… 阅读更多内容

Ambidextrous To take her selfie in the secret of her young girl's room, she needs to be skilled with both hands: with her right hand to masturbate, with her left hand to hold her smartphone at arm's length, without trembling, and press the key at the right time ... The right time is when the inexorable pleasure rises, the one she knows will take her directly to heaven. She is already biting her lower lip, as she does whenever she feels the impending arrival of a liberating orgasm. The photo is beautiful an… 阅读更多内容

Claire Richard: "The paths of desire" This is a 95-page novel published in 2019 by Éditions du Seuil, collection Fiction & Cie This short novel tells the story of a young girl's education and initiation into sexuality through pornography. Here are some extracts: Pages 49/50: "At the beginning of the 2000s, I learned to no longer pleasure myself in the dark and on my back, but sideways, leaning towards a screen, one hand between my legs, the other on a keyboard." Pages 52/53: "When night comes, I go to Revebebe, I click on" submissive woman "and I… 阅读更多内容

Love Poem Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigis mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain. And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow fingers whispering sound honey flowed from the split cup impaled on a lance of tongues on the tips of her breasts on her navel and my breath howling into her entrances through lungs of pain. Greedy as herring-gulls or a c***d I swing out over the earth over and over again. Audre Lorde… 阅读更多内容

Recreation By Audre Lorde Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. Touching you I catch midnight as moon fires set in my throat I love you flesh into blossom I made you and take you made into me.… 阅读更多内容

In The Erotic as Power, published in 1978, Audre Lorde offers a detailed analysis of female power and why it is so often limited, constrained, labeled, put in a box, left to gather dust. Here are some excerpts from the essay, which you can find in full online. Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power by Audre Lorde . THERE ARE MANY kinds of power, used and unused, acknowledged or otherwise. The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. In order t… 阅读更多内容

Serge Marshennikov‘s delicate oil portraits honour the inherent beauty of the female form. Combining hyperrealistic methods with a flair for accurately conveying the beauty of the women he paints, Marshennikov has made a name for himself in the art world. Recognized as an accomplished contemporary painter, his figurative style draws upon techniques derived from 19th century Russian art in order to deliver spellbinding final works. The Russian artist has been creating for as long as he can remember. Encouraged by his mother to pursue his artistic desires, Marshennikov has dedicated his life to… 阅读更多内容

Das Camelia by Marvin E. Williams l Open, let me taste you again, eternal fruit let me taste again the juices seasoned by soursop and papaya, mango and guava, tamrind and the robust mananas sapping in our trees and memories. Open, Das, let me drink of your vessel sweetened by sugar-apple and avocado, banana and cane, mespel and tart nostalgia that never sours our returns. Open, eternal fruit, spread wide your delicate flesh to my tongue, to my lips, to my desire that knows no death. Let me sup on a meal whose fragance is dessert, open, let me drink from the artesian well of t… 阅读更多内容

WAP (Wet-Ass Pussy) (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) I said, certified freak Seven days a week Wet ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a Kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm a s… 阅读更多内容

Das Camelia by Marvin E. Williams l Open, let me taste you again, eternal fruit let me taste again the juices seasoned by soursop and papaya, mango and guava, tamrind and the robust mananas sapping in our trees and memories. Open, Das, let me drink of your vessel sweetened by sugar-apple and avocado, banana and cane, mespel and tart nostalgia that never sours our returns. Open, eternal fruit, spread wide your delicate flesh to my tongue, to my lips, to my desire that knows no death. Let me sup on a meal whose fragance is dessert, open, let me drink from the artesian well of th… 阅读更多内容

You Are You are …the honey in my Cerassie tea …the Ackee with my Saltfish …the Rum in my Coke …the Ganja in my cake, well soaked… the Hummingbird in my Hibiscus Touching me here, there Gently touching everywhere…the ray of sunshine Smiling that beautiful smile To say you’re all mine… Dunn’s River Falls Flowing, feeling all parts of me From the bush to the warm Caribbean Sea Filling my vessel for me to be… a fine fit female with two bumpsious mounds A reminder of Jackfruit Full, firm round A mouthful at any one time One part stiff Yet delicious, tasty like wash – sugar, water and lime…… 阅读更多内容

The Way We Were Made by Marcus Wicker But you made every delicate, elegant wrist & glistening ankle. But you made them beautiful in braided rope & dime store gold. But you made every necklace clasp. But you made them caress the nape like an errant wind after a shower. But you made every eyelash erotic. Every single strand of hair soft. But you made them from dust & bone. Made every glorious singing thigh. Every button nose. But you made them with holes— wide open to the faintest hints of salt in a sea breeze, salt in the sweaty mouth of a navel, salt in the blood, s… 阅读更多内容

More! by Michael Anderson I see myself holding you close to me, Squeezing your body tight. But for all I see as I daydream- I know I'll get tenfold tonight. Running my palms across your breast, As you tremble and bite your lip. Feeling your hands upon my chest, The softness of each fingertip. Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft, And slowly lowering my kiss. Over pert nipples, across your navel, And finally into pure bliss. Looking upon your face from below- As you tilt back your head. Feeling your fountains begin to flow- As you ease back on the bed. Your "innocent little… 阅读更多内容

Featherlite Waste not, want not you say as you wring the last drops, the way you'd get the dregs of the Burgundy out of a wine box. You swallow the lot like an epicure, a woman who hasn't drunk for weeks. I see the tongue curl in your mouth, your lips sticky and opalescent as it runs down your throat. An elixir, that's what you call it, your multi-mineral and vitamin supplement: amino acids, glucose, fructose, vitamin B12 (essential for vegetarians), vitamin C, magnesium, calcium, potassium, and one third of the recommended daily dose of zinc. You wipe your chin with a finger, and put… 阅读更多内容

Like the Blowing of Birds' Eggs I crack the shell on the bedstead and open it over your stomach. It runs to your navel and settles there like the stone of a sharon fruit. You ask me to gather it up and pour it over your breast without breaking the membrane. It swims in my palm, drools from the gaps in my fingers, fragrant, spotted with blood. It slips down your chest, moves on your skin like a woman hurrying in her yellow dress, the long transparent train dragging behind. It slides down your belly and into your pubic hair where you burst the yolk with a tap of your finger. It cove… 阅读更多内容

Ménage à Trois Insatiable these mornings, full of a drunk excitement, your eyes have the glazed look of a woman who hasn't slept all night; you wake me with mouth open kisses, the smell of a different room in your clothes. You take off your dress and show me the stains on your skin like the trails of exotic gastropods; a body paint of semen which I rehydrate with my tongue. I trace the splash across your stomach and over your breast, a thick dried river of it, flooding again; your nipple rough with a smear of salt. That was one hell of a shot. I suck on you greedily and slide my tongue… 阅读更多内容

Meet the Poorest Bugatti Owner who took on an Industry that most shy away from In the internet business world, there is often one industry that very few talk about but yet happens to be one of the most lucrative industries year after year. That industry is the adult entertainment with global revenues in excess of $100 billion dollars. You’d imagine that working in this space would be some guys’ dream job with the ability to be surrounded by beautiful women at all times and making a very lucrative income while doing so. For others like Rob Simyar, after a decade in the business maki… 阅读更多内容

The Imperfect Enjoyment By John Wilmot Earl of Rochester 1647–1680 Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire. With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face. Her nimble tongue, love’s lesser lightning, played Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed Swift orders that I should prepare to throw The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. My fluttering soul, sprung with the pointed kiss, Hang… 阅读更多内容

How To Be An Ally to Sex Workers The first time I availed of sexual services for money, I was just finishing high school. A boy in my class had found a business card in his father's wallet, that bore only the words "Jacqui Escort" and a phone number. He showed it to me and I took down the number. After days of fantasizing about it, I actually called her and explained my inexperience. She made an appointment with me and told me the price. I had enough money saved to afford this experience and so began a life of seeing prostitutes. Over my career I travelled internationally for many y… 阅读更多内容

Your Feet by Pablo Neruda When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.… 阅读更多内容