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To Porn or Not to Porn

Yep, that is the question. It’s a question I ask myself every once in awhile, usually after some kind of viewing of, well, porn.

This time, the question, ahem, arose when we got a weekend of free Cinemax, aka Skinemax. For me, the experience was a Not to Porn. Late night cable still seems to run toward, “the sluttier the better”, and that just doesn’t do it for me. If I never see another pair of over-inflated breasts struggling to jiggle, I’ll be a happy camper.

I need sensuality. I need a reason for them to be in bed together that amounts to more than realizing it’s been longer than three minutes since anyone screwed. It’s safe to say there’s something for everyone churning out of the porn industry these days, but I doubt I’ll be finding anything I like on late night cable. I will say that at least it’s better than the 70’s and 80’s when three guys and a girl always meant:

Guy 1 – Doggy Style

Guy 2 – Getting Blow Job

Guy 3 – Standing over other three, masturbating

Nothing wrong with any of those scenarios, but that’s the best they could do with three guys and a girl? Cripes, my teenage fantasies were better than that! Hmm, wonder if that has anything to do with what I write now? As for my adult fantasies…well, let’s just say I’m in the right – write? – business! Women statistically prefer their imagination over something visual, and I’m no exception. Heck, we talked about that last month!

So no, we won’t be ordering Skinemax anytime soon. I’ll still be turning off the tv and reaching for a good, sensual book with characters I can like. Care to join me?

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Let’s Talk About Porn

Hi everyone,

I’d like to talk about porn for this post. And I’m not talking about the erotic fiction I jokingly refer to as “porn” (sometimes when people I ask, I say I write porn. I don’t really mean it). I’m talking about the stuff you watch online, buy DVDs to see – real live people having sex.

There’s a common misconception, particularly amongst British folk, that all women find porn disgusting, and that if they caught their man watching it, they’d go crazy. This is absolutely not the case. I wouldn’t mind if my man watched it, just like he shouldn’t mind if I watched it. I know lots of other couples that feel the same.

I, however, don’t watch it. Not because I find it disgusting, horrifying, degrading or anything like that. Just because I don’t want to. I have watched it, and it doesn’t really do anything for me. It’s designed for one thing, and one thing only, so I tend to find the “storylines” superfluous and when I did watch it, ended up skipping to the good bits. I know not everyone feels that way, and lots of people are very fond of porn. I’m just not one of them.

I’d much rather allow my imagination to do the work. And then, let’s be honest, if I come up with something good, I’ll probably write it down 🙂

So, what do you think to porn? Love it, hate it? Not really bothered? Let me know in the comments!

*****

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Porn Cooties

Did you know you can get cooties from porn? Yep, you can. Now before you go skinny dipping in the gutter, I am not referring to Herpes, Gonorrhea, or Syphilis. And not Chlamydia or Crabs, either. I’m talking about the moment you say the word porn and every vanilla person within earshot runs for cover. Sheesh, it’s like when David Jones kissed Denise Smith on the playground. The poor girl was blacklisted for weeks. After all, no one wanted to catch cooties!

But alas, we are not children. We are adults. And yet, we still have the cooties mindset. We still have to deal with people who believe porn is disgusting and vile, people who hold the asinine belief that porn-lovers are every bit as disgusting and vile as the videos they watch. Really, though, we’re not. We watch porn because we want to. We watch it because we enjoy it. That doesn’t make us right or wrong. And it doesn’t mean we have some plague-like disease we’ll pass on to the first prudish person we see. It means we’re humans with hormones and a lusty libido.

Recently, this strange cootie phenomenon put me smack in an awkward situation. Picture it…I was sitting in a swanky hotel with my three girlfriends. We were chatting about who-knows-what, probably something dirty, when a strange woman approached us. She seemed nice enough so we asked her to sit down and join in the festivities. Not surprisingly, she did. The first few minutes of our exchange appeared to go smoothly. Then the worst thing happened. My PA mentioned porn. (gasps) Talk about a a disaster. The poor new girl paled. She started darting her eyes around as she clearly searched for an exit. Though, she didn’t get up. She continued to sit with us, talking in a stilted, squeaky voice. But she wasn’t really there. She was just trying to be polite long enough to make her escape. I knew it. And so did my friends. Of course, she eventually made some pithy excuse and fled us like a victim running from the axe murdering lunatic in a B-string slasher film.

Once she was gone, the four of us laughed about the prim and proper chick we’d scared the daylights out of. At that point, her revulsion and rejection was rather funny. But in retrospect, her horror wasn’t amusing, not in the least. The horrified look she gave us, the way she shied away, was a little offensive. It wasn’t like we’d done anything wrong. We’d done nothing out of line. No curses or insults had slipped from our lips. In my opinion, we’d been on our very best behavior, not that that is necessarily saying a whole lot. However, she’d treated us as if we were perverts playing a part in a freak show.

Granted, I’m a pervert. And true, I’m a one-woman freak show half the time. But those pervalicious personality traits have nothing to do with my love for porn or my being infested with cooties. They’re just icing on the cake.

So, what about you? Do you have porn cooties? Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of hope you do. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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