This is a little bit of beauty for a Sunday. It is always good, especially in the age of Harvey Weinstein, to reassert the value of good erotic art. An erotic sculpture, painting or photograph is something to be valued, even if just in private. A good erotic image should show the beauty of the human form, and instill within us some pleasant feeling of the goodness of creation. Good erotic art is meant to uplift and celebrate our humanity and the pleasures of love, and not, as Harvey Weisntein and most of his Hollywood ilk do, debase and sully what is supposed to be a beautiful gift from God.
The eroticism of life is something I enjoy each day. Whether to experience the pleasures of love myself, or see two beautiful people engaged in such pleasures, or simply to let my imagination wander, is enjoyable. Yes, I am a complete degenerate! As a closet libertine and hedonist, I am always feeling and desiring the deeper sensuality of life. Meeting women of a like mind is also one of the great joys of life. Girls who enjoy erotica and are erotic beings themselves are quite attractive.
Sometimes having such a deep sense of the erotic can be a difficult thing, a hot frustration, but usually eroticism is simply fun. I always need at least a little each day. It need not be a bad thing. If we pursue this within the boundaries of mutual respect and desire, and most importantly if we feel love for another person, the potentials for sweet pleasures are limitless. Or if we are simply satisfying that craving for the intense release of orgasm whether with someone else or even alone, that is enjoyable also. Eroticism and sexual pleasure can occur in many ways.
The above photo is not only beautiful, as two beautiful bodies engage in sexual pleasure, it is also simply hot. It is a wonderful mingling of the masculine and feminine, as her smaller form, even though on top, is consumed by his larger, more physically powerful masculine form. She rides him, and we can only imagine how delightful this must feel for both. If you know how lovely it is to feel a woman ease herself onto your engorged penis, to feel her tight warmth and wetness engulf you, to hear her moan in pleasure as you begin to fill her up, and that being only the start of such fun, then you know that this image conveys much. As we view this we desire it ourselves! Perhaps at the moment we see this, we may not be able to enjoy this, but there is always later on, there is always the hope and anticipation of erotic pleasures in the future…
This photo may be considered porn by some, if not most, but I consider it to be art, sexually explicit, yes, but art nevertheless. It can represent either the intensity of a deep sexual love, or it could simply be two people enjoying each other at that moment. The viewer can debate and decide. What cannot be debated is that it is a nice vision of pure, heated eroticism.
How I love the erotic…!
My imagination often wanders, and I wonder what some things are like. It is hard not to be captivated by beauty. I love beauty, and beautiful things, and I love beautiful women of all sorts. Of course seeing a beautiful girl stirs my mind and my imagination. It is a daily delight.
Here is a lovely vision of beauty. I see such loveliness quite often. And of course as a man I desire to feel the smooth softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, her lips and hair and the pulsating waves of her orgasmic ecstasy as I lovingly and passionately kiss every inch of her body and pleasure her in the most intimate ways…
The world of eroticism remains a wonderful place for me.
Sometimes the most simple images are the most erotic. This is merely a sketch, but it is quite evocative. Since love and sex are often imbued with many mysteries, a simple sketch as this, which leaves much to the imagination and yet still expresses pure sexual passion, is quite nice. A few simple lines of art can say quite a bit, which is why art is such a powerful force of expression for all the wondrous aspects of life.
This is one method, and a good one at that.
The great Venetian painter Titian (1488-1596) produces this masterpiece in 1538. Although it is named after the ancient goddess of sex and love, within the framework of the painting there is little indication of her divinity. Rather, what we see is a nude woman, covering her most alluring area, staring straight at us. Apparently painted as a wedding present for the Duke of Urbino to celebrate his marriage, it is thought that the open eroticism of the work is meant to convey a not so subtle message to his young bride about the importance of sex and sensuality. What makes the work still alluring for us today is the near perfection of the female form, the contrast between her softness, her curves and sensuality, the warmth of her smooth flesh and the cascading flow of her blonde hair; and yet all the while she is framed by a rather linear, architectural and domestic background. It is sex and sensuality brought into our public world, as we are invited into her private world of love and pleasure.
Yet we can imagine how such a blatantly erotic work would have its detractors. A person of no less stature than Mark Twain said of the painting: “the foulest, the vilest, the obscenest picture the world possesses It was painted for a bagnio, and it was probably refused because it was a trifle too strong” Yet in he went on to add, in typical Twain humor, “in truth, it is a trifle too strong for any place but a public art gallery”.
We can excuse such a great humorist and satirist as Mark Twain for what may be nothing more than a mockingly shocked reaction to this painting. However one may react to this, it is a great work of art, having endured now for nearly five hundred years, and still as powerful today as it was when it was first painted. It shows how beautiful depictions of eroticism and the female form have been and will continue to be a universal and permanent part of our world.
I have a deep and abiding interest in all things ancient, and ancient porn is no exception. As a matter of fact, given my interest in porn and erotica related issues in our present day society, the existence of porn from so far back in human history is only more proof that the desire to view or read erotica is as universal as society itself.
The following article is from Eros Blog, about some ancient Mesopotamian porn, 4000 years old:http://www.erosblog.com/2014/02/02/porn-from-mesopotamia/
Indeed, porn has been around for a long time. And it is nice to know that ancient societies enjoyed doing it from behind too.
Sappho was one of the greatest of the ancient Greek poets, perhaps the greatest of all lyric poets of antiquity. Born around 630 BC on the island of Lesbos, her erotic affection for members of both sexes, especially women, is the origin of the word lesbian. Unfortunately, virtually all of her poetry has not survived antiquity (nine books were attributed to her), except for one mere complete poem and some fragments. Nevertheless, despite this great cultural misfortune, Sappho remains today one of the most well known and well beloved of all poets of Classical antiquity.
The Greek philosopher Plato refers to her as the “10th Muse” (there are nine canonical muses in Greek mythology):
Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there’s Sappho too, from Lesbos, the tenth.
Her poetry, or what remains of it, hints of a great beauty, sense of music, a wonderful, delicate flow of thought and emotion, and love of eroticism. Little is known of her life, but she had some sort of circle of young women who were attached to her, and she to them. This is the origin of her erotic affections, and most likely affairs, with these women. There is also a legend that she committed suicide by jumping off a cliff after being spurned by a young ferryman, Pheron. It is most likely simply a myth, but there is really no way of ever knowing for sure.
It was not really until the 19th century that Sappho and her poems began to be seen in a homoerotic, sexual light. There is little evidence of actual physical love in her works, but it can probably be assumed that her expressed affections for different females was erotic, and that this eroticism was ultimately expressed in a physical way. But we can never really know, which means we make what we want of Sappho, and I am more than happy to think of Sappho as a poetess of lesbian love. After all, watching two lovely girls engaging in erotic delights is itself its own delight, only to be surpassed be ultimate delight of actually joining the two girls in their sexual play and pleasures.
But, aside from all that, Sappho stands first and foremost as a great poet, one of the greatest who ever lived, and who still lives today in the paltry fragments that remain of her once magnificent creative life and world. Her works speak for themselves.
The following poem is the only complete poem we have from her. It is hymn to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of sex and love.
Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne,
child of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray:
Dear Lady, don’t crush my heart
with pains and sorrows.
But come here, if ever before,
when you heard my far-off cry,
you listened. And you came,
leaving your father’s house,
yoking your chariot of gold.
Then beautiful swift sparrows led you over the black earth
from the sky through the middle air,
whirling their wings into a blur.
Rapidly they came. And you, O Blessed Goddess,
a smile on your immortal face,
asked what had happened this time,
why did I call again,
and what did I especially desire
for myself in my frenzied heart:
“Who this time am I to persuade
to your love? Sappho, who is doing you wrong?
For even if she flees, soon she shall pursue.
And if she refuses gifts, soon she shall give them.
If she doesn’t love you, soon she shall love
even if she’s unwilling.”
Come to me now once again and release me
from grueling anxiety.
All that my heart long
fulfill. And be yourself my ally in love’s battle.
-Tranlsated by Julia Dubnoff
Your pussy tastes so sweet to me;
I love the feel of those moist lips
that bring my tongue such revelry
when my mouth moves below your hips.
Your breasts are soft and nicely round
your stomach smooth, fit to caress;
and how I love to see fall down
whatever is your pretty dress.
To finish well by fucking hard
is one of those forbidden joys;
so you must lose your maiden guard
and be filled with my impulsive toy.