My friend Porn, meet my other friend Erotica!

Let's just talk a little bit of porn here. Just, plain porn. As you might have guessed from my last couple of postings, porn has played a very big part in my life. Porn is like my best friend who still doesn't remember my name after 35 years of loyalty. Porn is the friend I like to hate, but can't live without.

Gorgeous erotica, (c) PK-FOTO.nl

My friend porn is a bit jealous of my friend Erotica. And to put it all in perspective, let's say my friend Porn is a dude, and my friend Erotica is this sweet girl next door that my wife is not allowed to know that I love to spy on her. Because, well, Erotica is also a good friend of my wife. My wife doesn't mind Porn, but always likes it if he leaves again.

The problem is, Erotica, sweet as she is, she always brings Porn along, but he always shows up late, while Erotica shows up on time. In other words, Erotica always is followed by porn.

I love erotica. I have loved it from the very first moments that I saw it. Don't be mistaken, it is different than watching naked women. I can see a naked woman, and it might not have the impact that well made erotica does. When seeing a naked woman, even if she is beautiful; if I am not in the mood, it might look beautiful, but it is not having such an impact. Erotica is showing a woman (or a man) in such a way that it arouses you. Erotica doesn't have to be explicit, it doesn't even have to be nude or partially nude. Erotica can be created with a look in a woman's eye directed towards the viewer. It is lifting the skirt just a little bit so that you see the line of her lingerie. Well done erotica is the perfect balance of showing something that makes you warm inside, has that tingling feeling creep up on you softly, and takes your mind of the every day problems and get them into a state of arousal and happiness.
I always, without a single exception, am happy after seeing erotica.

So, actually, officially and biologically, this doesn't
make any sense. But fuck... it is sexy!
(c) julesjordan.com

Porn is different. Porn is not about the mood, it is about the explicitness, seeing every beautiful body in actually a very natural way. We always say that erotica is more like how sex should be, but, well, from nature's point of view it seems that porn is more biological sensible than erotica is. Alright, this statement immediately falls flat on its face because porn became a lot more than just showing people 'procreate'. Fucking each other to produce a next generation. I mean, squirting a fresh load of semen on a woman's face does nothing to populate this planet. Actually, biologically, it shows that a man might not even be intelligent enough to keep his cock inside of her until he ejaculates. I mean, sorry, but have you ever been in a woman? Reaching that orgasm? Where do people get the strength to actually pull it out? I don't know if I should be in awe of these people, or that I should start worrying about the average level of our next generation?

But even though porn might be littered with things that make no sense to the way of the world; anal sex is not helping her get pregnant (let's hope not), nor does watching a woman play with herself with a wide arsenal of toys. Better yet, lesbian sex, or homosexual or bi-sexual sex, also does not really do anything to do things, but fuck, it can be so good to watch!

More erotica, going far, but, still pretty tasty.

Erotica, however, makes in that perspective no sense at all. It is the teasing, but not really following up to the promise. It is like building up to a cliff-hanger that never get's a next episode. It is great to get into the mood, even stay in the mood, but I guess here is going to be the difference between the majority of men and the majority of women. Men love to then zoom in on more. We love to see the erotica, I think there is no man who doesn't like it, but after that, we want to see more. And the moment we get beyond that point, we just want to see it, in all detail, explicit and everything. Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of women also like to see it, but I personally don't believe that there is any guy who can stick with just erotica, while I know a lot of women who do.

In the beginning I was more or less joking with my wife not liking my friend Porn. But, it is not completely true. Although I have mentioned that our marriage has some kinks that sadly cannot be straightened out, we both love Erotica and Porn. And my wife understands very well that Porn is more my friend than hers, she still can get along with him. We love it actually so much that our house is also filled with antique nudes, and we have collections of erotic literature and also magazines. We love to take photos of models, trying to create photos that are a perfect balance between erotica and porn. Something that shows a lot, is explicit enough, but not going over the deep end.

I do like going over the deep end. Oh, you can show me anything if I am in the mood; it cannot be explicit enough, with any kind of bodily fluid involved, at any location, dressed in whatever or without whatever clothing and with whomever or whatever. Of course I would like to show myself with a little more class, but come on, who am I kidding?

There is not a single one of you who can say this is not erotic, and not pornographic, at the same time. Fuck, the ladies from
X-Art.com are in my opinion the first ones who really are getting close to get it down to an art. Wow!

But, that balancing on the edge of erotica and porn, is actually very interesting. And there is not a lot out there of it. It should be naughty, it should be explicit, it should be like what if Erotica and Porn had a love-child. There is not enough of that.

Sooooo... for the first time I will actually invite you readers that if you know erotica that in your idea meet this criteria, respond to this posting. Of course, that is for all of you that made it through another one of my lengthy articles ;)

Enjoy!

Porn and old media...

I received an message earlier today asking me if I would still be blogging since I did not write for such a long time. And it actually hit me then, that is has been a long time. And while this person and I were writing for a bit, the subject of VHS came up... the old plastic cartridges and the tape inside you learned to fix with tape to keep watching the dirty movies you encountered.

Although I have read nudie magazines from very early on, and already discovered the book 'the Joy of Sex' on my parents' bookshelf. But I never actually thought there was anything about sex beyond that. In my young mind, and I talk way, way before I experienced the pleasures of touch myself, I simply did not connect those dots just yet.
The girls in the magazines, Playboy and Penthouse in my dads magazine subscription suitcase he got from work once a week, simply were nude. And that is already where I laid down my preference for the Penthouse magazine, because there I could see far better between the legs.

And that is also when suddenly, one morning when that suitcase had to be returned to the office, one magazine was missing. It was the December 1986 issue of the Penthouse.

Just to make very sure, I actually had to do some research for which issue it was, and it took me some whole 5 minutes to figure it out.

From that moment, the American Penthouse was my magazine. And living in Europe, being a kid not even reaching an age with two digits yet, it was amazing.

Once I actually hit those two digits and I experienced the first pleasures of an orgasm, forget it, it was ON! As most likely any guy out there, it has resulted as likely the only source of steady exercise a guy gets. But I always loved the magazine. And I was not against Playboy, or later the Hustler when I discovered it, but at that moment, I was in love.

The 'love' part came mostly because of the centerfold Jill Shawntai. That magazine lasted throughout most of my teenage years until at one ridiculous moment I decided to 'clean up' and trash my whole

collection of magazines. I have then also to admit that the photo to the left taught me more about the
female genitalia than anything else. I have studied this photo as if it was homework. Sure, right now it is nothing special anymore that you will not see if you stay for three seconds on Google and fill out any anatomical name. But remember that time, that the only porn you saw was what you 'discovered' so secretly somewhere else in the house?

Well, no matter what, even though times have changed, I still love the magazines, and I still am subscribing to the Penthouse. Sure, it changed a lot through the years. It became very hardcore, and after the reorganization it became temporarily even more 'clean' that Playboy has ever been.

But the idea of the magazine, the stills, is still very erotic to me. And yes, we can credit it even to the photo to the right that I got into photography at all so many years later.

But, that was my link to sex. That was what sex was to me, these photos. Watching women, posing. So when I saw a real hard-core photo in a sex magazine that I accidentally found without me absolutely snooping around in my parents' room for it - how dare you insinuate that! - my life and mind just blew up. I knew of course what would happen, geez, they drew it out so nicely in 'The Joy Of Sex'. But actually seeing it? Wow! Look, that women already posed like they did in these magazines was already something I wondered about, but there were actually people actually having sex? On photos? What was the world coming to?

Of course, I was frustrated, because that was the only magazine I found. So I had a very limited supply of real pornographic photos. And believe me, they were not good. Oh, they were not good at all. But, well, there was a penis sliding into a vagina. How much better could it get?

That answer was given when I saw my first porn shot. On the VHS tape that I expected had my cartoon from the day before on it. Oh, it was no toon, but oh, I liked it so much better. And I then made it my mission, to go through all the thirty 4-hour-stretched-to-8-hour tapes to find out if there was more of this drug on there.

And that was when movies like Sky Foxes or Hanky Panky, Pizza Girls and such came to my attention. Ah, nostalgia. But the most interesting part of it was not the porn itself, but the whole experience around it. Just like I wrote in my last posting, the buying of porn itself was half the fun, and sometimes half the arousal.
 

The getting your tape, forwarding it, playing it, rewinding, playing it again, and just enjoying those moments while at the same time you were alert as a fox for any sound that might imply someone was coming home.

Right now, although I can get my hands on these old movies through the magic of the internet, it still is lacking. Suddenly, it is that old, outdated kind of porn. By nostalgia fun and erotic, but hopelessly outdated. Ah, but the good old memories...

I make no illusions, getting porn through the internet does beat everything. At any time, thinking about something, and getting it right away. We are getting way too lazy for porn.

But, call me an old fart, but just like that I still prefer reading a book holding the hardcover in my hand, I still enjoy receiving, every month, the Penthouse and Hustler by mail. Yes, I might be that only subscriber left... but I prefer that to online.

Plain Porn

As you might have noticed, sex is something that is on my mind a lot. Sure, I am a guy, that makes it already a given fact. But actually, it is really on my mind a lot. The erotic state of mind is something fascinating, and watching a female body naked or in such sexual way, is something incredible. Or multiple people in sexual situations always attracted my attention.

Before most boys of my age knew the official word for the female genitalia, I knew them not only how to write and spell it, but could draw them out by mind in any shape or form, simply because the gigantic collection of porn I already collected even before I actually played with myself. When I saw the first time a lady in the nude on a centerfold in a Playboy when I was about 4 or 5, I was hooked. Not that I understood it, or that I knew what it meant; but the fact that there was a magazine published about naked women must have meant that it was something special. I shared this fascination with my friend and while other kids - if they were lucky - tried 'playing doctor' once, we played the artist and his muse. She would pose just like the models in the Playboy and the Penthouses we could get our hands on, and I would draw her. Although I could not yet buy the magazines officially, it was no problem to get my hands on them. And before I even had my first orgasm, I owned more magazines; ranging from simple plain girlie mags to hardcore porn.

Porn and erotica always stayed something important to me. Sure, I love sex, but it is something else. I love to masturbate... simply love it. It is nothing to be compared to sex. Masturbation is selfish, alone, just me. Sex is something completely different. Sure, it has an orgasm as result and has to do with the thing between my legs, but that is where the similarity in my opinion ends.
And it only has been with my wife who actually understood this. And she did also not see it as something that meant I did not want her. I remember the moment when we were not yet even that long together that she was introduced to my collection, and already it became clear to her that it was to me not the dirty ripped apart and stained magazines under the bed. Perfectly ordered, in a couple of book cases, I had everything there. I simply love to see the female body. I love to see my wife's, but just any other too. I can masturbate for hours just looking at female bodies, sex...

The good thing about it and having the privacy for enjoying the self pleasuring is that I got completely comfortable with what I liked, and what not, and understanding that my preferences change. I know I am the cheater here, and that I will not in any way say that watching porn got my lust under control; not at all. But, it did get me to enjoy things that I could not enjoy with someone else.

For example; as you also may know by now, I have a huge passion for an orgasm and women. With which I mean, the male orgasm preferably in women. Porn should not have condoms. Sure, it is the right thing to do in real life, but porn is not real life. And while watching porn, it should stimulate the senses, and condoms just don't do that. My wife hates seeing the 'money shot', but for me, it is so incredibly sexy.

A lot of things I have developed an interest in, without even having experienced ever for real. It is not only the male orgasm on or in a woman that turns me on, but anything liquid that isn't blood. I love to see a woman pee. Never seen it in real life though, and still hope to experience it with someone one time. I don't even have to participate in it, I don't even know if I would like it, but just seeing it would already be a huge turn on. Until that time, photos will help me out enough.

The thing that I enjoyed learning about myself is that age is completely irrelevant to me. A mature lady might be much more sexy than a beautiful woman. It really differs per day, just like the ethnicity I would be interested in. Even the body type can change any moment. It is to me, the beauty is in the erotic mood. I cannot stand the faked sex, which is why I prefer photos over movies. The movies are always so acted, and never well done. Not only that, they are horrible as masturbation material because if you finally found the location you would like to experience your moment-supreme on, suddenly you are looking at the face of the guy at exactly your wrong moment. Photos are nice, and without the fake orgasm sounds.

Over the last 12 years I have had multiple women posing in front of the camera, the shoots that my wife directed and I shot. And seeing that side of the porn industry, the fact that making the shoots yourself is by far not as erotic as you might think, also put things in another light for me. I enjoy porn now as it should; shallow. It is just superficial what you see. And you know what? I don't care. Like snacking something once in a while; you know it is not nutritious, but it is so damn yummie.