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.