As a the New Year begins, it is always important to remember this, and to practice it throughout the year: when a woman becomes bitchy (and they will always get bitchy at times, if not more) you must discipline her, and discipline her firmly and without mercy.
A firm spanking, followed by a thorough fuck, is always a good and proven method of calming a woman down, at least for a while.
And this is now the ten year anniversary of this blog. Ten years, holy shit!
Happy Fucking New Year!!!
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.
A recent study by a well known Google researcher suggests that women are consumers of violent porn more so than men.
It is an interesting view into the female psyche. For those who know women, this is not surprising; for those who still engage in the white knight pedestal fantasy, this study might be quite upsetting. For bitter feminists, it will both enrage them because their public position is that only men would ever engage in such pornographic pastimes, while at the same time consoling them because now they know that as they privately fantasize about being dominated by a strong man, so too are others in the liberal spinster sisterhood.
Unfortunately for feminists, this fantasy will most likely only remain that, a fantasy, and one to be shared only with their vibrators, because no strong or powerful man will choose to bed a Leftist, blue haired, fatty feminist when he can bang a smoking hot, feminine Trump babe.
So the Hillary loving feminist will have to settle for either her vibrator, another vagina, or the limpid embrace of a weak, liberal mangina beta boy (Brian Stelter at CNN), while the hot Trump babe enjoys getting her brains fucked out by a powerful alpha while also getting a good spanking for being such a bad girl.
Her orgasms will be intense, as will her love for her man.
The other day I saw two different sights: one was of a girl dressed in a pair of jean shorts which barely covered the bottom of her ass. Although enticing, the display of a girl’s butt hanging out of her shorts seems a bit trashy.
The other sight was much more enticing, and lingered in my mind much longer, and with a much greater intensity, than the first. It was of a girl wearing a white, sheer silk shirt with a black bra beneath. The shirt was untucked, and the fabric seemed to softly dance in the gentle breeze, and through the sun the curve of her side and hips were clearly visible. Knowing that she had worn a black bra beneath such a diaphanous shirt, and that she must have made this decision with the full knowledge of what it would convey to those around her, only added to the eroticism of the moment. It was an image that stayed in my mind for the rest of the day, and even now it still delights me.
Both girls were attractive, but the girl wearing the sheer silk shirt conveyed a much deeper eroticism. The mind and imagination are the places where the seeds of the erotic are first planted. As I have often said on this blog, more is less when it comes to expression of erotic beauty. Let the mind wander, and let the imagination feast on what the world offers.
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…!
Once again, Sunday is a day when love can flourish. What are Sundays for, but for the enjoyment of sweet love. Love is a strange thing: it can come upon us in the most unexpected situations, and then, when we are the most unprepared, we are overtaken by this strange and mysterious force. What do we do then? There is no simple path for such a journey, and on this journey, no two paths are the same. Love is powerful when it happens, terrifying, yes, but still wondrous.
Sundays are always a beautiful day for love, and there are the different kinds of Sunday love, and yet these kinds of love are all related. There is the love we express for God on Sundays, and then there is the love we can express with each other. The love between a man and women is the most blissful type; it is also the most dangerous. Still, it is a danger we must not flee or be afraid to experience. What is life without such experiences? It is usually a grey and bland and dull journey utterly devoid of true feeling. The spectrum of love, from the love of God to the love of two people is always in the end a kind of spiritual experience, and although the sexual pleasure of physical love is always divine, it is even more divine when we remember the deeper, more mystical nature of such love.
Spiritual and sexual love is a kind of bond that is a true reflection of the greater spiritual bonds that pervade the universe: mysterious, utterly beyond our feeble human comprehension, and yet known to us nevertheless. When our paths cross with someone special and we can share such a bond with them, this is a great gift from God. It is not a common thing, it is rare, so when it does happen, we should seize the moment before the moment is lost, and lost forever.
Such are the mysteries and cruelties and beauties of life and love.
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.