Off-Beat Porn: Suits

This is easily one of the most interesting videos I’ve found on YouTube. With over 18,000 views, and totally SFW, I promise you that somebody finds this intensely erotic. Maybe you.

Off-Beat Porn: Muscle Worship

I’ve recently rediscovered, on YouTube, a load of videos that show far less anatomy than anything in our porn collection. They don’t even get their shorts off. They’re muscle worship videos, and this jaded, seen-it-all porn aficionado is happy to report that “less filling” tastes great. One’s imagination, or ability to fetishize body parts, is powerful enough to turn a SFW vid clip like the one below with Zeb Atlas and Mark Dalton, into something surprisingly, er, uh, satisfying.  Here’s the clip.

Hot Cowboys

Tops (or Just Plain Guys) Aren’t Always Ready

no matter what we’d like (you) to believe, we aren’t always ready to go.

There can be a lot of pressure when you’re raising your lance to joust, and you can be faced with an army of factors that seeks your defeat.First and foremost is the enemy within, a.k.a. stage fright. Mental pressure is compounded by expectations: a storied reputation to live up to, what you’ve bragged about or promised/threatened to do, level of acquaintance with the bottom, a prolonged ‘courtship’, or even whether or not he (or she) (and you) really look like the pictures you swapped.In the sack, like in the rest of life, expectations can set you up to fail, or at least to pale in comparison to what was expected, so be modest, under-promise and over-deliver.

So I Married a Porn Star

I’d been dating Sam for a few weeks when I started to get the feeling that he might ‘be around for a while’, and then I knew I had to unload a couple of bombshells on Mom: HIV and porn. I wanted the discussion to take place somewhere we could feel safe, and she could digest the information. But most of all, it had to be matter of fact, and occur casually.

I called and asked her to dinner.

“What’s wrong?” she blurted, instantly.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I replied calmly. I’m a terrible strategist.

“You never ask me to dinner.”

Great. Now I’m remiss. “Can’t I just take you to dinner without there being something wrong?” I riposted.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

Touché.

Better Exhibitionism

My husband, Sam, once founded a magazine called HERO (here, and here), with his then-boyfriend, now friend, Paul Horne. It was there, in 2000 or so, that I actually met them for the first time. I was interviewing for a job as their circulation director. I had a boyfriend at the time, and during the interview I made a conscious decision not to stare too hard at my boyishly hot, dirty blond interviewer, Sam. That’s the meet cute.