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.

http://www.xvideos.com/video286408/skinny_wife_fucks_black_as_husband_films_

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

Drinking at the Y

The video series "Extreme Public Piss" follows the willing and beautiful women around town on the streets of Hungary, it looks like, as they flash, pull up their dresses or down their pants, and piss against walls, in the park, or on the streets.

It's amazing, that people walk by, seem to see what's going on and understand it but don't intervene... or participate.

How could they?

The series is in the 70s or 80s now, each at 90 minutes or so and increasingly bold and outrageous. The beginning numbers would set up a woman, usually a little long in the tooth, holding her crotch, unable to hold it in and - a common golden shower ruse - pee in desperation in a phone booth or apartment house stoop.

But by the tenth that artifice is abandoned. The women wantonly and hotly whip it out and don't seem so concerned about getting stopped or caught. This foreign non-narrative gonzo pornography is like nothing in the US. It's exhibitionistic, transgressive and naturalistic. It excites my exhibitionist attraction to public sex, sexually promiscuous and comfortable women, as well as real-looking women (usually over 30, with real boobs, and while their pussies are trimmed for the most part, these aren't all barbie-dolls).



Most of the locations are a bit abandoned, in alleys or near construction sites. It's an amazing thrill to see a woman, full of beer and probably drunk as shit, casually pull down her top or unbottom her jacket to reveal nothing underneath. The open air, the pedestrians, and the traffic go by, half paying attention. But to merely flash isn't enough, they eventually squat and pull aside their skirt and place their fingers on their labia and let a stream go. They piss onto the sidewalk, this forbidden spectacle, or against a tree. They don't stop prematurely.

They piss in public and you can see their pussies open to the world. They don't care.

If traffic goes by it's on a bridge and few people could realistically pull over and say "hey!" Imagine being a resident (or a tourist) and turning the corner, seeing one of these women pissing on the streets and train-stations all over Hungary. It's just another one of the exports, this unique series of how hot 30-something women express their sexuality. By pissing in full view out of doors.

Horse

One of my good high school friends, I'll call him K, could always get girls a lot easier than most of us. Besides the fact perhaps that his parents were well off and he had his own bedroom with only one sister... in a room across the hallway... there was a rumor widely circulated that his cock was huge.

The girls nicknamed him "HP" for horse prick. I never saw it in real life (soft or hard) but it loomed large in his legend.

News like that spreads, especially among the appreciative, and especially among the perhaps under-experienced high school girl (or girls) who started the rumor. I heard it from an old girl friend of mine who had not gone out with him but had heard it from a girlfriend who had. She was talking about my friend's cock!

I tried to explain that the object in question always looks bigger when it is at attention, was her friend sure it was special? Would she like to have a comparative example (for example, mine)?

Part of me was envious that the girls weren't talking about the size of my cock. Part of me may have been envious. In my teens getting the girls' attention with my sexuality was of supreme importance. And my friend, K, was a ladykiller, not so much because he was a weasel or a cad or tried too hard or made himself unbearable. His reputation proceeded him, and he didn't have to work for it. He got whomever he wanted... eventually.

At least, captured their imaginations, including my girlfriend's.

At a certain point whether it's true or not doesn't matter. He was a blissful underachiever and cruised through school and jr. college. 20 years later he still hasn't made much of himself, arrogant, never returned phone calls, always too busy to meet for coffee or drinks. Married, kids and stuck in a mid-level job.

Him and his horse prick. It's a good problem to have, but I wonder.