Wow all over
Isn’t this the sexiest pic? Truly, I don’t know where to start wowwing.
Wow the first: It’s so rare to see an image of a het couple in which not only is the guy eroticised but he’s eroticised more than the woman. (Wow!) All too often, the bloke appears as an afterthought or adjunct, as if his role is simply to facilitate her sexiness.
Wow the second: Look at the beautiful, rounded bulk of his shoulders, the way his neck swoops so gracefully down to the curve of his shorn head. (Did I ever mention I like shaved heads?) See the light and shadow shaping the contours of his muscles, and the sun slanting in to gild the fuzz of hair on his legs. And, oh my, look at the way she’s all squashed, tiny and helpless beneath him, and how he looms over her, all big and strong and full of hard, dirty fuckpower. And yet there’s a tender intimacy in their nudging of noses. But look closer, you can see he’s caught her wrist in his big, strong fist. Closer still … closer … he’s murmuring, ‘Filthy little slut, don’t pretend you don’t want it.’
That photo (don’t know who it’s by, sorry) was originally the only reason for this post but, for decency’s sake, I’ll tack on two items of good news: A golden IPPY award goes to Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Best Sex Writing 2009, a collection of essays featuring my piece on the delights of sexual degradation, The Pleasure of Unpleasure.
And secondly, Maxim Jakubowski’s Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 8 gets an excellent review on Erotica Revealed. My story, Boot Camp, first published in Alison Tyler‘s fabulous F is for Fetish, is described as ‘a hilarious spin on recovery or detox centers’.
Now then, where was I? Oh yes, wow …