I love having my portrait taken. I try to have new ones shot whenever I can. During this shoot I remembered an observation about my face that someone had made a few days before. They had pointed out that my features didn’t just change when I wore a mask as you might expect. When my face was covered I was transformed completely. I seemed to adopt an intense fetish look and flaunt an imaginary persona that was at odds with the real me. I wanted a mask to wear for the photographer. The Mexican wrestler one that I had was packed away and would take too long to find. In desperation I searched through my modelling bag. I found my favourite crotchless bodystocking and I came up with a way to use it. This would be a new way to wear one but it would never have worked if it had been manufactured with a gusset. As I tugged the mesh onto my face I experienced some strange sensations. It felt like I had a mask on but I knew that I was completely visible. I wasn’t perfectly recognisable though. My features were constrained and fixed. I imagined a type of facial BDSM where the act of bondage was applied to cheeks, noses and lips. I wanted to possess the features of an emotionless doll but with a fetish twist. I tried to pout but I felt the tautness of the black mesh against my sensitive lips. The abrasive drag […]
Lips are a particularly effective starting point because just seeing a beautiful pout allows men to use it as an imaginative vulva.
Primera Linea Covergirl
I worked in print sales for a while. I was good at it too. It was then that I began fantasising about making a living in the world of erotica instead. Every time I visited the printing presses to check the quality of the work coming off them, I wanted it to be me on the full-colour covers. It was my job to pose topless and look scandalous in the near future I decided. That was then. Now, part of my ambition has already been achieved. I have written two erotic books and seen one of them, Ingles Para Pervertidos, roll off another local printing press with my face on the front. I have also been featured inside the pages of Interviu magazine with my discreet sideboob appearing on the cover. Now, I am on the cover of Primera Linea magazine and I am totally topless. When I saw a digital mock-up of the finished cover I was delighted. My body looked natural and you can even see my freckles. My long red hair, green eyes and pouty red mouth looked just right. The thought of seeing my topless covergirl debut on every news stand for a month turned me on then and it still does now. I was in a business meeting when I took a ‘phonecall. It was a former colleague from my old print company. He was excited. “You’ll never guess what?” he teased. After a few minutes of this I shouted “Just tell me!” into […]
English for Perverts Cover Shoot (Blindfold)
The publishers of English For Perverts were waiting for me. I was under pressure to deliver a really powerful image of myself wearing a blindfold. It was necessary to try a second photo-session to find the killer shot because the results of the first were just good when they had to be great. I must admit that I was a little nervous when we began again. I understood the objective. We needed a perfect portrait of my face, hidden beneath the beautiful blindfold supplied by Le Boudoir. The Union Flag design would be photo-shopped onto it, in colour, to complete the printed design. Against the rich black and white of my face the famous pattern would express the intention of my book. Learning English and, in my case, being English should be clear to anyone seeing the cover. We began by shooting in colour. My pouting mouth was emphasised by the precise application of bright red lipstick. A fan blew cold air into my face to lift my long red hair up and make it seem to float in the pictures. It was such a strange sensation to be unable to see under the blindfold while I could feel my hair being pushed around. Every strand felt alive with movement while the sound of the fan was louder than I could believe. We tried a variety of different blindfolds and those alternative shots are interesting in their own right. It was so cold in the photographer’s house but none of […]
A Different Kind of Blowjob (Balloon Fetish)
I was not thinking about Globophilia or Balloon fetishism when we shot this set. The images were intended to feature in my new book Ingles Para Pervertidos. To illustrate the chapter about sexual health I decided to pose with a condom and then blow it up like a balloon. The unintended consequences of playing with the condom is something that balloon fetishists or “Looners” know already. It was when I played with the inflated condom that I got a little carried away. My long red hair was tied back and I was wearing large glasses which got in the way a little. As the condom grew, the transparent latex began to exaggerate the image of my face and lips more and more. My glossy red mouth and pale fingers looked like a large fake vulva reflected in a distorting circus mirror. I began to appreciate how balloon fetishists felt. The condom grew longer and began to look like a huge rubber teat. My naked nipples looked small compared to this fake one. I was fascinated by the way the inflated latex looked and by how it sounded.The more I played with blowing into the condom and watching it expand, the more I understood why balloon fetishists get off on them so much. I could not decide whether I was a Popper or a Non Popper yet. As the shoot continued I became more passive and controlled by the condom. My poses became restricted. I had to bite into the end […]
Mad for MadRubb Latex
I go a bit mad when I dress up in latex. It is not real madness, more like a kind pure fetish pleasure. I remember when the package from MadRubb arrived at my door. I had stayed in especially, shooting fetish photos and wondering whether that would be the day. I was hoping for a siesta but when the box arrived, suddenly, the adrenalin and excitement was almost too much. It was intriguing and mysterious at the same time. That made my fetish pleasure even greater when I got my hands on the latex accessories packed inside. The idea was to have a set shot of me that would provide a future cover for BeDeSeMe magazine. The following week I had sheduled modelling time to produce images of me wearing the latex for MadRubb as well. The trouble was I knew I couldn’t wait. Not a whole week. Not now I’d held the latex and smelt it too. That distinctive fetish smell of brand new, high-quality, latex is like nothing else. When I finally got to wear the latex bra and latex high-waisted panties they fit perfectly. I had not intended to appear topless in the shoot but I had forgotten the nipple tassels that I had planned to wear. The sensation of having the shiner being applied to the latex panties while I was wearing them is still hard to explain. It felt cool through the latex but I felt the pressure of the hand-strokes and caresses of my […]
Lipstick and Leather Gloves Fetish
It is quite common for me to be asked what my favourite fetish is. Believe it or not, that is not a question that I can answer very easily. My taste in fetishes can be dependent upon my mood or even the time of the year I find myself in. In Winter, I can indulge myself by wearing stockings and suspenders, latex dresses, designer corsets, tight woollen sweaters and, especially, leather gloves. Although I’m looking forward to warmer temperatures and the approach of Summer, it will be a shame to pack my burgundy-coloured Marks and Spencer gloves away. I’m holding on to them for as long as I can. I remember that I was in the U.K. and on a mission to do some shopping when I saw these gloves. I had intended to buy some things that I missed from home but I forgot all that when I saw the rack that the leather gloves were displayed on. I went over immediately and looked for a pretty black pair in my size. Black leather goes with absolutely everything where clothes are concerned. Then, I had an idea. My usual lipstick colour is either MAC Red or MAC Vino lipliner. What if I wore gloves that matched my lips? I saw this pair and they were exactly the same shade. Their fit was perfect and the leather, when I opened and shut my hand, was soft and smooth with a rich and arousing aroma. I didn’t want to take them […]
Spit or Swallow?
When I’m brushing my teeth I sometimes think of suckable sweets instead of toothpaste. The minty taste makes me think about sweet shops and summer holidays. Sometimes I forget to spit out the froth and I swallow it instead. Everyone knows that good girls shouldn’t swallow but sometimes they just can’t help themselves. I brush my teeth every night before I go to bed. I’m meticulous about oral hygiene and I always have been. I prefer to use an electric toothbrush because it gives me more control and my new one is rechargeable so I’ll never be dependent on batteries ever again. I’d never use a manual one because it takes too much effort and it makes me feel submissive. I deserve to have a slave to perform necessary tasks for me even to keep my teeth clean. I was modelling my industrial mesh bodystocking at a photographers house a few weeks ago. We’d already taken a lot of photos before I let him know that I needed a break. He made me a coffee and I drank it quickly. I hate having coffee-breath so I wanted to freshen my mouth immediately. He pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. I’m very fussy about other people’s toothbrushes though. I squeezed out some toothpaste on my finger and rubbed it back and forth across my teeth. It was hard work but my gums tingled after a minute or two. It was a messy process and splatters of minty froth ended […]
Lipstick porn doesn’t need to waste time teasing. There’s no need for foreplay, so no naked lips or pouting. Lipstick porn just gets straight down to it. It makes no excuses or compromises. Lipstick porn is only true to itself when it’s XXX rated. It’s either hardcore or it’s nothing. Before the shoot I prepared my lips for their lipstick porn debut. I dug out my secret stash of Mac Red lippy and I outlined my lips first. I made a smooth heart shape or Cupid’s bow around the edge. I opened my lips and blew a horny kiss to my reflection. With some soft strokes of the lipstick, I filled in the gaps then pushed my shiny lips back together into the tight line of a fantasy vulva. I had to wait for a few minutes before the cameraman was ready. I didn’t need a fluffer to keep my tingling lips primed for an award-winning hardcore performance. They were wet and ready. We began the session almost immediately. The camera crept in closely and observed every intimate action as I unwound the lipstick again. After a moment I pressed the hard tip into my plump lips and probed my pout, feeling my way around. The “slip-out” is a classic convention in Gonzo porn and I referred to it at once. The lipstick slipped, staining my teeth and smearing my cheek with redness. Was it accidental or deliberate? Who knows. I made sure that I took my time when I […]
Lipstick and Furs
After doing so many photo-shoots and meeting so many different make-up artists I’ve picked up many great tips. For this retro glamour set I decided to put some of them to the best possible use. I went against my usual natural look and I felt like trying something different. When it comes to my long red hair I usually just wash and wear. I never blow-dry. This time, however, I found my curling tongs in my bathroom cupboard and felt it was time to use them. I usually don’t bother with them because it takes so long to get the effect I want. Although my long red hair has its own curl I wanted much more definition to it. It took even more time to achieve this than I’d imagined. As it turned out I enjoyed the process more than I can say. I’m a lipstick fetishist and I didn’t need much of an excuse to use my favourite colour, MAC Red. I love the glossy vintage look it gives my full lips even though traces of the lipstick seem to end up everywhere. It took a long time to get the perfect outline for my lips but when I did I just couldn’t stop pouting. To satisfy my fur fetish I wore my favourite fur coat. I drew the soft collar up against my neck so I could feel its fur caressing my skin and have my hair falling onto it and mixing with it. The next time I […]
Getting Ready for Barcelona Fetish Weekend
Barcelona Fetish weekend is back this year with the stern intention of being bigger, better and badder this time around. It’s now the biggest fetish event on the Mediterranean and shouldn’t be missed under any circumstances. You know the place but, between us, it’s going to run from 13th-15th April 2012. Come along with us and join all the kinky events with your head set up for constant fun and games. It really doesn’t matter what your fetish is, you’ll find more than enough to keep you interested and eager. You may well discover a taste for some specialities that you hadn’t even considered before. That’s what Barcelona Fetish Weekend is all about and this one will never let you down in any way that really counts. PROGRAM OF EVENTS (SUBJECT TO CHANGE) Friday 13th April – The Main Event, Bondage Bash Venue: EiTwo – C/ MIQUEL TORELLÓ PAGÈS, 5, 08750 Molins de Rei Time: 2300-0500hrs STRICT DRESS CODE Saturday 14th April – Fetish Cabaret Cocktails and Dinner Venue: Cabaret Berlin – Carrer Bailen 22, 08010 Barcelona Time: 2100 – 0500hrs STRICT DRESS CODE. Sunday 15th April – Kinky Bus Tour Venue: Pickup from Hotel Onix Fira, C/ Llançà, 30, 08015 Barcelona Time: 1400-1700hrs DRESS CODE ADVISED BUT NOT OBLIGATORY I’ve been waiting months for this and I can’t wait! [nggallery id=38] Photography by Sebas Romero
My Red Lipstick Fetish
Red lipstick fetish photos are the ones I’m asked for more than any other. With the revival of 1950s retro styles recently, it’s really no surprise just how popular the classic cheesecake calendar look has become again with its gingham dresses, bullet bras and ripe, pouting lips coated in shiny red lipstick. Until now, I hadn’t found the perfect – long-lasting – shade of red that I’d been looking for to give me the dangerous Cupid’s bow that I wanted in a red lipstick fetish shoot. That search came to an end when I found MAC Red. Throughout history, the combination of deep red lips and pale skin has become associated with decadence, debauchery and the promise of illicit pleasures to come. As soon as I saw my red lips shining in my make-up mirror it was only a matter of time before my idea of a red lipstick fetish photo-set became a reality. To emphasise my moist, red, vulval lips I wore a black lace mask. Then, I mirrored the lipstick with a similar shade of glistening, red nail-polish. I’d waited long enough to shoot this red lipstick fetish set that I had to make sure that I’d applied enough of the MAC Red to make my point. I glided the pointed tip around my pursed and pouting mouth over and over again – parting my lips to ensure complete coverage. It tasted so sweet that I almost wanted to eat it. Photos by Andrew O’Hara.
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, […]
There’s never been a better time to be a redhead.
A new study has found that there’s never been a better time to be a redhead. It’s author, an authority in sexual genetics has proved conclusively that redheads, not blondes or brunettes, hold the key to sensual allure. Not since the Elizabethan era has red hair been so in demand. Salons all over Europe have reported a surge in women wanting to join the flame-haired revolution and having to fake it. Supermarket sales of red hair dye have rocketed by more than 20 per cent in the past year. Those natural redheads who have suffered all of their lives can finally relax and enjoy this moment and hope that it goes on for a long time to come. This image captures a moment when my porcelain white skin and white, lace dress gives way to an explosion of my intense red hair and full, red lips. It was the happiest of accidents and, when I finally saw it, I loved it immediately. I still do. Redhead photography by Lars Koudal.
Venus in Furs – My Favourite Book
Venus in Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch is my favourite book. An influential lover gave it to me as an instruction manual, to educate me, years ago when I was a student. The word masochism derives not just from the author of the book but from the nature of the story itself. Masochism has come to mean the tendency to derive pleasure from one’s own pain and humiliation. Venus in Furs tells the story of Severin, a man who is so infatuated with a young widow, Wanda von Dunajew, that he requests to be her slave. For Severin, Wanda is Venus-a redhead with green eyes and porcelain white skin. Naturally I identified with her. The following is an extract from the text: “She is there-Venus-but without furs-No, this time it is merely the widow-and yet-Venus-oh, what a woman!” “As she stands there in her light white morning gown, looking at me, her slight figure seems full of poetry and grace. She is neither large, nor small; her head is alluring, piquant-in the sense of the period of the French marquises-rather than formally beautiful. What enchantment and softness, what roguish charm plays about her none too small mouth! Her skin is so infinitely delicate, that the blue veins show through everywhere; even through the muslin covering her arms and bosom. How abundant her red hair-it is red, not blonde or golden-yellow-how diabolically and yet tenderly it plays around her neck! Now her eyes meet mine like green lightnings-they are green, these […]
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 […]
A Different Kind of Handcuffs Fetish
When I imagine a security guard or, even better, when I see a policeman, my eager green eyes automatically roll down from his badge to his belt; searching for his pair of handcuffs. The sight of those cuffs dangling from his belt never fails to arouse me in a deep and guilty way. You don’t have to get off on wearing handcuffs to understand and appreciate the power and mystique of the fetish that surrounds their use. I’m a good example of this love/hate relationship with cuffs. I’m not a fan of them when their cold metal encloses my soft, porcelain-white wrists but the idea of them really gets me going. They represent stern discpline and the possibility of being frisked if I’m lucky. Unlike my fantasy peace officers, I don’t really go for accessories when I’m planning an outfit.When I do wear extras to go out with they have to have a fetishistic meaning to them or they don’t qualify for Venuswear. So, when I saw the earrings featured in this set for the first time I knew that I had to have them. I wanted to provoke the same feelings in others that I found in a policeman’s dangling handcuffs. These are just perfect for the job. These pictures are the result of a recent photo-shoot with Sebas Romero. As well as the earrings, I experimented with using my plaited hair as a collar and this unique look allowed me to play with a variety of faces. Photography […]
A “come shot” (or cum shot) is a slang term used to describe a person ejaculating (in film or video, or image in a pornographic magazine), usually onto a person or object. The come shot has become such a common conclusion to scenes in mass-market porn that if a scene doesn’t end with an ejaculation sequence, viewers may believe that the actor was unable to climax or that the scene was cut. For male consumers of hardcore, “reality” is everything and the proof of the actor’s orgasm is the most important part of the movie. In the real world, a blow-job that ends with a come shot on the woman’s face remains a powerful sexual fantasy for many men. The practice is still linked to fetishism and continues to be taboo amongst many women. For them, the act itself forces them to be submissive to their partner’s desires. For other women this couldn’t be further from the truth. In their eyes their ability to fulfil a man’s greatest sexual fantasy not only makes them feel powerful, essential and in control of his sexual responses but to duplicate a porn come shot with skill and confidence makes them excited and horny. In western culture, male sexual fulfilment has become identified with orgasm and the male orgasm is the full stop at the end of the sentence. For women, however, a sudden male ejaculation limits the potential for their own sexual satisfaction. For me, it’s not an issue if a man produces […]
The popularity of the lipstick fetish can be explained quite simply; some colours, particularly red, when applied to a woman’s facial lips make a direct imaginative connection between them and the darkened, excited state of her vulva. In Medieval Europe, lipstick was banned by the church and was thought to be used as an “incarnation of Satan”. It gained some popularity in 16th century England during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, who made bright red lips and a stark, white face fashionable. This attitude didn’t last.In the 19th century, lipstick was no longer considered acceptable in Britain. When Queen Victoria took the throne in 1837, she banned lipstick and declared that it was only acceptable for prostitutes. Lipstick fetishists understand that, thoughtfully applied, this cosmetic weapon makes a woman erotically appealing by accentuating her mouth, whichever colour she chooses. When I go shopping for lipstick I find it very difficult to find my perfect colour. I usually opt for very dark lipliner to outline my cupid’s bow and then I use it to fill in the rest. Then I apply pink lipgloss to achieve the desired, long-lasting effect. Photography by Lars Koudal. All images are raw.
Full Natural Lips Fetish – Venus O’Hara
I adore the supremacy of my lips; I love their plumpness and the cupid’s bow that they fall into so easily. When I look at my face before I apply my make-up I feel like my small mouth isn’t really there until I draw it into reality with a smooth line. When I decide against their natural colour and choose to project more of my personality, I wear lip-liner for the whole of my lips, every bit. My signature colour of deep red gives me a sharper attitude, even a more confident walk and I never forget to leave home without my lip-balm, just in case. I can’t stand the sight of trout pouts. No matter how much you spend on collagen or implants to build a perfect pair of lips, it never works; you just can’t fake it. When I see my own full, natural, ones I remember how great it would be to ease down on a chaise-longue that duplicates their shape exactly. The erotic mouth of Mae West,the great Hollywood actress, inspired Salvador Dali to make his iconic sofa in 1936 and I feel it’s time for another similar statement. I’m ready. I had wanted to produce a great post for lip fetishists for some time but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon the combination of this acute hat and the edge of my collar that I really produced images that I loved and that they will adore.Every other detail in the frame is removed from view, […]