Holiday Panties

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La Difference

Two clips, in contrast. The first, here:



--exhibits that "I Feel Myself" aesthetic of self-mediated art-film autobiography. The camera is static and deliberately, even aggressively objective. Although the camera angles shift occasionally, indicating some behind-the-scenes mediation, the subject proceeds to ignore the camera the entire clip in an attempt at anonymous objectivity. This youngish college age woman with glasses, slightly nerdy with smallish natural tits possesses a certain amount of frump is also a naturalist. She has a hairy pussy and isn't afraid to squirt and/or pee on the hardwood floors.

This is a tactile and earthy thrill in spite of its obvious intention as performance for and in front of us. Clearly "written." Clearly manufactured.

By contrast, this self-shot blur:



--has no art or avant-garde formal intention or pretension. The camera's set up so she can hornily proceed to rub her cunt in front of it. It is urgent and authentic - although the subject may be cosmetically closer to a porn star than the previous subject (whether amateur or no).

One is a display, the other a demonstration. They elicit two different responses in this viewer.

One appeals to the aesthetic eye. One appeals to the cock.

Spread

courtesy Pornofokker.

The Afternoon of the Air Show

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Performance - addendum

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Fidelity

If you don't take off your panties, can I rub up against you?

You don't have to show me your pussy. I won't put my cock inside you. I won't finger your clit. Just lay down and just rub against you. Your ass looks so sexy.

You don't have to suck my cock. Let me just see your beautiful ass. You get me excited just laying there.

I'm gonna come. Rub against me. See - don't pull down your pants. Feel my spunk shoot.

All over you. Feel it? I won't even ask you to clean me off.

I'll lick it off your back by myself.

Does Your Husband Know We're Jerking Off To Your Naked Pussy?

And that's why she turns the webcamera on herself.

Feeling horny, usually by herself and not in the company of her man, her husband, her boyfriend, her significant whoever - the burning flame of new passion having become quenched over the years - she downs her pants and exposes her self to strangers.

It's a legal, safe and anonymous version of stripping for the customers, of flashing the other students on Spring Break. On the anonynet no one has to go to school with you tomorrow. Your innocence (or lack thereof) is protected and discussed outside your own social group.

And when you reveal that stream, the comments begin to drop. Viewers from all over start to ping you back. "Nice pussy, baby." "Take off your top." "Will you ever be in Baltimore and come see me?"

The response from strangers is immediate, without strings, in completely appropriate context and overwhelmingly positive. They love watching your pussy. Even if you've gained some weight. Even if the house hasn't yet been picked up. They aren't asking you where's dinner, or why the clothes aren't folded, or to stop spending money on cat food.

You get to be sexual with a stranger, and hear the leering look in their words as they desire you and pull out their hard cocks. They don't even care if you're married - in fact it turns them on. You're so fucking horny you don't care who knows it. "Does your husband know we're all jerking off to your naked pussy?"




Responding for the masses.

Performances

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Edging

The power of sex is the power of sharing it. The power you hold is the power of not sharing it with someone else as expected or normally.

The example here, makes me hard and I'm stroking as I write this - not only is she sucking the wrong cock (the title suggests there are 2 of the husband's friends, and not even him) but she's sucking more than one of them. Even if the title lies (which it probably does) her wedding ring suggest that there is still at least one too many cocks out in the room.

And does a third person really film? It looks like the 2nd cock has the camera pointed down at himself - it's a smaller party than advertised.
Is she really being filmed though by her husband? The dog. He loves his slut wife and wants to capture video evidence of her slutty ways, it's not enough to have it etched into his secret heart.

She loves cock, sucking it and having more than her share. This domestic scene shows shag carpet, reading glasses on the table in back. Not only did they invite their closest friend over, they invited him to pull out his cock for the wife to suck him in their own living room.

In Which the Wife is Filmed Fucking Over 15 Men

The clip, here, shows the wife fucking a group of strangers, over 15 by loose count, who cum on and in her, over the course of 42 minutes.

Flashbulbs go off, documenting the event. And while the men only last a few minutes and then are replaced, she continues as the focus, the location of pleasure,of endless need, insatiable, to take them on by herself.

And therein lies her power.

Sun on Skin

Just a post to remind you I'm still interested in the good things in life.

Fucking out of doors, naked redheads, and the sight of a beautiful woman (of any color) spreading her asscheeks to facilitate a cock entering into her hairy pussy.

Film At Eleven

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Waiting for Tech Support

How Hairy Pussy Porn Differs From Other Porn

Shooting porn with hairy pussies is about more than just hiring the right talent. The directorial vision, compositional requirements and mise en scene all have to be properly tended to.

First there must be the reveal:



Choosing the proper camera angles aids viewers' enjoyment.



The filmmaker should ensure hairy pussies are properly adored. An unlicked hairy pussy is a pussy lacking in proper attention.



Camera angles should accentuate the positive.





Oral is okay, if properly staged and posed.



Doggie-style is also okay, if properly staged and posed.





This is as close to missionary as you should attempt.



Ensure proper resolution to your narrative.





Provide visual evidence that a good time was had by all.



Daria Glower and George Uhl in I Love It Hairy #2

Public Broadcasting

I looked at the women on pornhubpersonals - amateurs most of them, really - and saw them looking into their cams, their tops down, their legs open, seeking a connection. A thrill. Anonymous sexuality. Something that races.

I pulled down my pants and fingered my cock. I opened up my webcam.

I opened a video and while I watched a woman masturbate in her wet panties, 5 men watched me masterbate and cum on myself.

Untitled

In Cars

Another memory, driving long distances, usually through areas I'm not familiar with, with the landscape around me barren and uneventful and the radio fading in and out of range of stations that play the same second-tier hits from 10 years ago or unknown local artists, and bored-sounding local djs reading the news.

The wind and the sun sneaks past me through the open windows and as I hurl 80 miles per hour in this anonymous landscape I open my shirt and pull my pants down to my ankles and spread my legs, still driving, and slowly jerk off, my cock open-air erect and dribbling pre-cum on my lazy fingers.

Relax. Don't do it.

My mind wanders and I don't want to ejaculate, merely pass the time, moving fast as a flowing waterfall, a metal body hurling through space. A ton and a half of momentum, technologically mobile and disconnected.

Less is More

Here.

Breath

In the middle of adolescence I ran into the canyon, behind my house, climbing trees and feeling the wind as I played through the thigh-high grass at the bottom of the ravines. I paced through the creek, a thousand feet below the houses on the edge of the cliffs up there, alone and in the wide-open spaces.

At the cusp of puberty, I stripped off my clothes and layed on the ground, the wind breathing through my hair and across my young stiffening cock. The clouds and birds up above blew quietly by out of reach. No one could see me unless they really looked for me. They never did.

I explored my own nudity, feeling myself and getting hard in the sunny warm breath of summers. I looked down on the roads below cleaving through the canyon a hundred feet away, naked and spry on the crux of two branches in an oak tree, pants around my ankles. Invisible.

Computer Girls

The conveyance by which we receive our pornographic images is as entwined with the experience as the actual content. Going to adult movie theatres in the '70s and '80s had a physical world that contextualized sitting in the dark watching a 40-foot projection of Seka's pussy with new meaning.

We were at the site of reception, and we had to go there to see that spectacle.

Nowadays there are petabytes of images of women opening up their legs to their cameras and streaming them online. They are alone, and they chat with us, allowing our good charm and anonymity to coax their panties down and their fingers in. The objective and unblinking eye of the webcam is complicit yet completely guileless in the capture and transmission of these forbidden and ubiquitous behaviors.

Anywhere. At play, relaxed, and wanting to connect. They are digital girls, fucking themselves in front of their computers, seemingly for us, but primarily and perhaps exclusively for their computers.



The visibility of the computer in the screen adds a narrative backstory to the spectacle. We see how it empowers the women to play. It becomes their partner. It is us by distant identification, yet it is not. It is that screen they're making love to. They don't even look at us or make eye contact.



In many ways the interaction with the computer/webcam has been placed as intentional mediation to create a fiction that motivates the expressive sexuality. A third-person interaction we are merely observing and not a participant in.

Ultimately the computer and the camera work keeps us comfortable that what we're seeing is real. The extra-textural traces of a moving camera, works spoken off-screen rather than to the screen, and editing devices remind us that the fantasy so carefully and deeply fabricated by the streaming images is only that - a created product.

This one-to-one interaction with a screen liberates us, for a moment, from that realization.

Watching, Stripping

People are beautiful, especially when they reveal themselves. It's not just their skin, the soft texture of your flesh, it's how you move, your arms as you finger your clothes and let me see your ass. You know we're watching you.

We can't tell who - or what - she's looking at to the side, perhaps the door. The sunlight diffusing and lighting her room and herself makes her stripping that much more revealing.

Online Streaming

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Nude

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Wet Pussy

Shave Tail

During the `80s there was a wave of shaving videos. "ShaveTail," "Will You Shave My Pussy?" etc. This demonstration of personal hygiene had the status of forbidden spectacle, and was only at the beginning of the cusp of what would be a new aluminum age of hairless, bald (and to me uninteresting) pussies.

We had never seen such behavior before. Most mainstream porn was satisified with some missionary, a couple blow-jobs, a bout of cunnilingus, and the 3-way at the end for the big finish. These personalized and instructional videos were minimalist in their plot-lines (if there was plot). They were often shot on the new video cameras rather than film, and ran short. 65 minutes when that could be called a "feature" in the old days.

They skewed lesbian as well. That was the selling point ("I'll Shave Your Pussy and You Can Shave Mine") and they would eventually turn into a POV gonzo-style with every other perversion and spectacle included.

I'm not sure what the fetish over shaving really mean in the '80s. I'm guessing it was an excuse to show women playing with themselves, spreading and fingering with the thin pretension at innocent grooming, a voyeuristic, transgressive thrill that also mixed creaming, masturbation, and pre-adolescent suggestion to an otherwise rather explicit display of their attributes.

By the 1990s I think we'd seen about everything and our curiousity needed to be sated with more extreme, confounding and downright acrobatic stunts for the cameras.

Here's to a more innocent depiction of the female form.



And here's a retro look at a couple fucking, and she's not shaven. Her bush is hairy and natural, yet by no means out of control. Shot on film and edited that way as well - you can see the splices from the original edits go through. They used to film people in a different way, acting more naturally and any exposure was a happy accident.

This clip looks more like fucking than any porn I've seen in the last 15 years.

Ontology of The Webcam

And they don't only have to be solos. Couples fuck in front of cameras... and the set up suggests that they are alone. Normal filmmaking presupposed the presense of the filmmaker, although they are invisible their effect is to signify our own gaze. An objective webcam camera aesthetic both foregrounds and sublimates that gaze, automatizes and challenges its primary power position.

Although the couple are doing it to each other, they are also, and by preplanning a documentation, really doing it for the document. For us.



http://www.xvideos.com/video256528/amateur_with_hot_body_riding_dick

The presense of the filmmaker is a given, an invisible signifier of our gaze. Here, our awareness through the image-making mise-en-scene - the handheld camera more than anything else - establishes that the gaze - our gaze - is dependant upon a participant, not just an unseeing camera.

Below, similar embedded visual cues are present, but also the appearance of a pony-tailed white guy at the beginning (while the camera is still (on a tripod?) before the black guy enters) establishes that the gaze is mediated and is passing through a previous interrogation. Indeed, the new narrative is as much who's filming this act as the act itself (inflected as it is with a clandestine aura of a hotel room, during the day, interracial and possibly mis-matched ages), impacting it with a strong filter and meaning that renders the spectacle forbidden.

This is intentional and material, not otherwise embedded in a straight un-manned video. The immediacy and spontaneity remains and is emphasized, a witness capturing not only something that is normally hidden, but hidden from an observer with a camera, which makes it timeless, repeatable, broadcastable, public and evidence.

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Multi-Tasking

Self-filming

Found here.

You opened the porch door and pulled the curtain. You put the camera on the coffee table and took off your pants. You spread your legs by the window. You put your head back so your face wouldn't be visible... and you began to finger yourself. Your thighs and legs tightened as you got closer to orgasm. Your high-heeled feet stretched on the hard wooden floor. Your pussy moistened and you finally squirted onto your fingers and the hard wood.

Your convulsions and thick thighs make precum ooze from my erection. You captured this for yourself to see what you looked like, and then you shared it. An anonymous self-filmed handfuck. Unscripted and yet premeditated. Spontaneous and forever.

Quick and To The Point

This hairy exhibitionist must point her open legs and hand playing (or is it working) her pussy at us.

No build up, no context. Except near the end something covers the camera for a moment and we wonder if someone's watching or has knocked some cloth over for a minute, caught up in the spectacle and not paying close attention to their role as invisible and anoymous viewer.

Nudity is the new Poetry

Nudity is the new poetry. Rather than wax poesy online, why not take off your clothes and shoot yourself with your web cam.

Everyone can do it. At least, it seems everyone tries at some time or another.

It is very personal and allows you to explore feelings you don't share with just anyone.

It makes you feel good. If it's a good day, it can make you feel really good.

It's a way to express yourself when you're alone.

Not everyone should try it.

Often it seems, not a lot of people care.

Getting feedback from strangers is good positive reinforcement.

You can convince yourself it's only for you. In fact, it empowers you.

But you hope that's not really true.

We often feel embarassed by it later when it comes out.

You can get hooked on it.

You can do it first thing in the morning or late at night, whenever the mood strikes.

Although it's something that people do alone, you want to share deep feelings you can't otherwise.

Being drunk makes it easier.

The more you do it the better you get at the nuances.

In Praise of Stacey

This shot of this ass brought me back 20 years. If it’s not Stacey (Stacy) Donovan, and it’s probably not, it’s as close to her perfect thighs and ass as it can be. This image reminded me, quite unprompted, of a previous time when I first saw porn, when I first saw naked women on the video screen.

The black&white only emphasizes the antique memory of me seeing her for the first (100) times via VHS videotape, in the mid ’80s, most still shot on film but not for long, and enjoying her open-legged svelte pussy thighs with the curves just so at the hips as she offered them to a hairy and appreciate male on the couch or in the gym, or to another svelte slightly more butch female (Joanna Storm?) who would lick, finger and fuck the hell out of her.



I erected and came often to Stacey’s ass, but more so, her guileless and knowing… yet simply innocent… moans of blonde orgasmic rapture, not goal-directed, simply in the moment, beautiful, inviting, trim and enthusiastic. Clean, no squirts, trim and sexual.



Here's also to the golden days of cinema, when there were attempts, however slight, at character and motivation, a sense of place and suspense as to who was interested, what might happen next besides the inevitable fuck, or would catch you, how long it had been, how long it would be... and something called matching reverse shots. To tell the story visually and classically.



from Tasty (Bud Lee, 1987) which is apparently about a radio station.

Your Ass and My Face

Would make a perfect pair.

Beautiful Red