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.
Recently I have been going through sort of an old transformation. When I began this blog over seven years ago, I was not sure what direction I wanted it to go, or even what I really interested in writing about. It was just a fun little exercise in nonsense. Over the years this site developed into one which concentrates on beauty, eroticism and spirituality. Occasionally I will write on a political topic, although I tend to avoid these because I really do not want to deal with the animus that often arises in people when the topics are political. Cultural things are also of an interest to me.
In time, sex, spirituality and religion became one of the main topics here, especially the way sexuality and spirituality either colluded or conflicted. Recently, however, I have found myself growing tired of the more explicit aspects of sexuality, so I have decided to stop writing about them. There are plenty of sites out there that deal with explicit sex, and I no longer want this site to be one of them. In fact, I have grown tired of the over saturation of explicit sexuality in our society. Too much public, vulgar, unbridled sexuality lessens the depth and and beauty of a healthy sexuality, and diminishes us as humans. We can be animals if we want, and certainly at times there is nothing quite as delightful as good, physical sex, but when it is completely divorced from all mystery, sensuality, and, most important of all, love, then it becomes merely a meaningless, bestial activity.
Beauty and eroticism are still important topics to me though, so I will continue to write about them. One of things I find important to write about, and to express to others who may be experiencing the same things, is how spirituality, religion and sexuality can often conflict greatly in a person. It is one of those things I simply have no answer to, but I think it is important that it is at least written about in an open and honest way. There are many people who are quite spiritual and even religious, but who are also quite highly sexual, especially if they are not in a relationship, and at the same time privately tortured by their unresolved sexual feelings and struggles. There are even those who are married or in some sort of relationship, but their sexuality is different from their partner’s, especially in desire and intensity. This can lead to problems in a relationship, even in one’s relationship with God.
For a few years I had been separated from my religion, Catholicism. I suppose it was a classic crisis of faith. I won’t get into the details here as I prefer to keep those things private; but what I will say is that over the past few months I have returned to the Church, and, after having done so, I am quite happy I have. I can see now that I need God and faith more than anything, and without them I am a lesser person. I will also say that prayer is one of the most powerful tools we have for peace and happiness. This is not new to me; for most of my life I have known and practiced these things, but the past few years I became detached from them. Now that I have reincorporated these practices into my life, I can only wonder why I ever stopped in the first place.
As far as my particular religion, Catholicism, I even wrote some things on here that were quite critical, even insulting to the Church. They reflect my state of mind at the time, but now I reject them. They are no longer on this site. Still, that is not to say that there still won’t be posts on here that seem to contradict many of the official teachings of the Church. I still believe that feminine beauty is a wonderful creation of God, so tasteful, artistic nudes will still be posted on here; but I will avoid anything which is crass or overly explicit, as I have often tried to do.
So I guess I have simply gotten tired of too much sexuality, and will no longer be writing things of an explicit nature. I will still write about beauty and sensuality and eroticism, but all in the context of a larger theme of how we can incorporate these in our lives without them becoming harmful or destructive, and especially how they related to those who are seeking God.
Life is a constant journey: we grow, we change, we discover new things, we discard old things. The important thing is that the directions we are heading in are the right ones. When you trust in God, or at least some sort of divine guidance, then you can trust your journey is in good hands.
Following up yesterday’s post on double delights, here is a double dose of decadence. There a few things more enticing for a man than watching two lovely women share sexual pleasures with each other. Even if this mostly resides in the realm of fanatsy, it is a fantasy worth having.
It is also worth noting that one of the top porn searches that women (and recent studies have shown that over 60% of all women watch internet porn) do is for girl on girl action.
Oh yes, despite it all, the world remains a fascinating place!
Sundays are a good day to lie around and do nothing but fuck. Sunday loving is the best. I will be enjoying my Sunday today, and hopefully, when such pleasures pass, I will write a new post. I have to admit I have been neglecting my blog as of late, but the joys of sensual delights are often pressing. Until then, I will be enjoying lots of Sunday loving.