The symbolism of Gracie N's bedspread, intentional or no, isn't lost on me - long-legged, graceful Gracie N could easily take the giraffe as her totem animal. I'm pretty sure her tongue isn't black like theirs are, but it'd be pretty cool if it was.
It's one simple gesture in this session that sums it all up for me - the moment where Thor takes Saoirse's underwear off, positioning himself between her thighs, and then brusquely sweeps a long blade of grass away from that sensitive place. And that's just a prelude to the many ways in which Thor is prepared to care for Saoirse...
Watching Ava Adore feels a little bit like watching a Blu-Ray nature documentary about butterflies. There are so many minute, scintillatingly beautiful details of her - those long eyelashes laying against her cheeks, the curve of her mouth, the curve of her thigh - that it's hard to know where to rest my gaze.
claire_r's video diary 10 by Claire_R - 26 Jul 2012
Claire R is a creature of feeling, so many feelings that her slim body can barely contain them. They rush to her eyes when she looks at the camera, brimming over, a pool of feelings at her feet. While others fantasize about hard sex, Claire R is imagining overwhelming love. You are beautiful this morning, Claire, and every morning.
If you've never played with stainless steel before, we highly recommend giving it a go. The weight of it, the feeling of cold metal on flushed skin.. there's nothing quite like it. All of those extra sensations contribute to Lucah's awareness of her body's internal rhythm, making her climax even more intense.
I can't help but feel a little - well, a lot cheeky, actually, when I watch this video. This is what happens when a contributor has a great idea - thanks Asha! - and Richard gets me to stand in for light tests. And then he leaves. Me, alone, with all those screens and cameras... come now. What did you think was going to happen?
Watching Stick remove her jewelery before settling in to herself reminds me of The Fermata, and Baker's sexualisation of the moment a man takes off his watch before bed. These small details fill me with an inevitable sense of wanting and waiting, the delicious anticipation of what's to come.
In Temptation's work, a common theme begins to develop - through the atmosphere she invokes, she inevitably stimulates my erotic imagination. At the heart of her expression lies an implied promise of exponential possibilities, sending my mind to fantasy even as I wonder about what's going on in her own mental theatre.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought that Rubylove was dreaming. Her rose dress and the pale peach of the bedsheets give the scene that quality - a fantasy space where Rubylove drifts between dreams and waking, a timeless idealized moment where she can take as much pleasure in her body as she wishes.
I don't know if any of you have ever stimulated yourself to orgasm while balanced up on a very small perch, but let me tell you that with that there is a fine line between success and some serious bruises. Challenges like this aren't performed for the audience - Illenya's personal satisfaction is written in every shivery part of her body.
claire_r's video diary 11 by Claire_R - 02 Aug 2012
As the heat rises in Claire's body, the sun rises in the sky - growing hotter and hotter until even on this side of the camera a flush rises in my cheeks to match Claire R's. Soft, and very, very warm...
Again, Stick sets me up and turns me on with the details - this time, that pink band-aid around her little toe, a jolt of reality in the otherworld space of the studio. Noticing one thing just makes me look for more - and Stick holds back nothing, the beauty of her body compounded by the small, intimate displays of her personality.
If Anya has her way, the mere mention of laundry in the future - a whiff of scented powder, a pile of dirty clothes - will send electricty racing up her spine, cause her body to go languid. At that point, her mind will be so distracted that she'll have no choice but to slip away to privacy, a handful of pegs held tightly in each eager fist.
If I were directing an orgasm like a film, Pippy Mcgee's would be the ideal pace for me - slow enough to hear each breath, increasing incrementally in volume, and to track the flush of blood as it moves up her body, eventually suffusing her beautiful face as she lets herself go.
I love the inherent transport involved in giving yourself an orgasm. Regardless of where you are, or how you're feeling - once you pass a certain point, the body seems to rise up and take over, asserting its own physicality until even the ego can't resist quieting down. And that is bliss.