Most official calendars require a lot of preparation and although mine was no different (I stayed up until 6am to finish it), there was no stylist, make-up artist, hairdresser and most importantly, no post production. We live in an era of fake imagery from operated bodies that are later photoshopped to oblivion, but I think that perfection is anti-fetish, simply because it isn’t real. I’ve been producing my own official calendars since 2010 and I was looking for a theme for 2015 and after some hesitation it became obvious that it just had to be another calendar of selfies, seeing as I have taken almost ten thousand selfies this year so far. If you follow me on Twitter you will know that I publish an erotic selfie every morning, but to get that one single image, it often takes time and I inevitably end up with lots of outtakes. So I’ve decided to put some of those unpublished images to good use and include them in my calendar with my most popular hashtags on social media. Although I never photoshop my images, I often use some sort of filter, however, for this calendar I’ve decided to go completely natural. I hope you like it! [optin-monster-shortcode id=”upn4k7ncnf-post”] #NoMakeUpSelfie They say that the beginning of a new year gives us the opportunity to make a fresh start. #SexToyTester As part of the review process that I go through after I’ve received a new box of sex toys to test, I never forget […]
Food Fetish (Eating Fetish)
Voyeuristic food fetishists are usually male and, in most cases, they take the food imagery so popular in women’s magazines one step further and seek to realise their erotic fantasies by bringing that imagery into the real world. The representation-and the effect of food imagery-is similar in many ways, to the style in which representations of eroticised women are given the hyper-real treatment in modern pornography. Both forms deal in the idealised portrayal of sensual satisfactions to similar desires and especially in the case of food fetishists, whose imaginations blend the two subjects together.
In the acted-out version of this fetish, the simple act of consuming food by one or other participants, whilst being watched by the other, has a profound erotic charge. The physical consumption and ritualised enjoyment of eating can be enhanced, in a number of ways, for the spectator. The process can begin with the enjoyment of aromas, licking of lips, slow opening of the mouth and the use of utensils. It continues with the teasing of the lips with the first piece of food, soft chewing, murmurs of satisfaction and, finally, over-emphasised swallowing. Eating, in this way becomes a fetishistic stand-in for the sex act, heightened in its effect because this kink can be performed, illicitly, in full view of other diners in a restaurant if need be.
My Love for Red Lingerie – Venus O’Hara
Normally, red lingerie is perceived as being really tacky. It’s associated with harlots, cheesy Valentine’s Day lingerie sets and Mother Christmas outfits. As I adjusted the fit of the red lingerie and smoothed my breasts into a killer cleavage, I thought about how much I loved this bra, not just because it fits me so well but for the fact it’s elegant and avoids the tackiness of other “red” underwear. The worst of all are those pieces thrown together out of shiny, unflatteringly cheap fabric. They’re more like a nasty orange colour than real red. After the bra’s front-fastening was opened, my freckled nudity almost merged into the white wall behind me. I’m conscious of the fetish potential of my red hair, white skin and green eyes-this shoot made me more aware of it than ever. The rich red motif was extended from the bra to include my glistening lipstick, red fingernails and the ripe strawberries that passed for succulent nipples. When those reds emphasised my eyes, blazing in the middle of my blowing hair-the image was almost complete. As I took the red tip of the fruit between my glossy lips and slowly sucked-I knew it was perfect. I love the effect of red on my skin and I always will. [nggallery id=3] Photos by Yuky.
The Benefits of Strawberry Sex – Venus O’Hara
There’s nothing like strawberry sex; because it’s never dull, ordinary or vanilla. Neither is it dangerous, extreme or serious. Strawberry sex is never less than rude, kinky and fun and it throws in handcuffs, chairs, ropes, ice cream and fruit wherever and whenever possible. Every sense pleasure, erotic stimulus and opportunity to explore the moment without inhibition is what it means. Eating a handful of strawberries can increase your sex drive, a nutritional survey claimed recently. The fruit is covered with seeds that contain zinc, the nutrient most closely associated with sex. A man can deplete his body’s total zinc supply if he has sex three times in 24 hours so the usefulness of this fruit speaks for itself. They also contain large amounts of vital anti-oxidants which encourage increased blood-flow to the sexual organs. Strawberries also provide sustained energy levels at only a few calories. It’s a multi-win situation. The sight of someone eating a strawberry, slowly, is also very arousing because of its familiar bulbous shape and deep red colour. I made sure my nails were painted with the same shade as my lips and the fruit and I remembered that detail when I slipped on Sebas Romero’s big glasses before we began this shoot. I couldn’t see anything through the thick, heavy lenses so my mind wandered and I thought about the taste of a strawberry and the feel and shape of it against my tongue. When I had one in my mouth I sucked it, enthusiastically, […]
Food and Sex
They say that people eat food in the same way that they have sex. In my case, it’s absolutely true. I’m a fussy eater and I always have been. When I’m asked whether I like spicy food, for instance, I always reply that I’m spicy enough already. I never put extra seasoning in cooking that doesn’t need it but I do use a little salt when I make an exotic vinaigrette. I’m quite apprehensive about trying new flavours. When I’m invited to dinner, it can become a little complicated because I’m a vegetarian in a country that doesn’t quite understand it. People say i’m missing out but I disagree. Being veggie means I have to use a lot more imagination. I take pride in my cooking and I like to surprise my dinner guests with something exotic they might not have tried. When I eat at home I can always trust the cleanliness, hygiene and standards of the cook. When I go out however I am usually handed a plate with better presentation than mine. No matter how good it looks, though, I can never be sure how many people have already handled it. When I do try something new I tend to be a slow eater but when I’m eating something I love, I get swept away in the pleasure and I almost lose control of my appetite; I have to pause in case I have too much, too quickly. When I’m dining out and I don’t like the […]