Big Ed's Place

I’ve decided I’m not going to be too strict about altering my musings between serious and fun. After all, last week’s was kind of in between. This one struck me as a ‘what’s the story?’ post.

We’ve got six women, at least, in an extended daisy chain on a bar. That’s too many to be accidental or the result of too much alcohol–it has to be staged. Yet it’s a bar and not a theater or other obvious location for a sex show. Furthermore, it’s a really small room. If you were staging a sex show, would you really pick some place where the guy three people back has to climb on a table to see?

There are at least two women in the audience Two guys have beers in their hands. There’s only two cameras. That feels like a show that the audience wasn’t expecting. If they’d been given notice, there’d be more cameras and less casual stances.

Furthermore, the women on the bar are half-dressed. The outfits are sexy, but not coordinated and not ‘show girl’ style. If they were, we’d see more lingerie instead of a red plaid dress. This could be very careful designed to get the feel that this was spontaneous. One girl’s black blouse is transparent which would not be normal ‘out on the town’ wear unless it was over a shirt or bra that’s disappeared. That hints at the possibility of careful design. However, it’s equally likely that the women picked out their own outfits before heading to the bar.

So what’s the story? My guess is that the scene is semi-planned. Someone, including one or more of the girls, went to the bar with the intent of staging this show. The bar patrons weren’t part of the plan, and the bar itself probably wasn’t in on it too far ahead of time, though obviously they let it proceed long enough to get multiple girls arranged in position on the bar (it takes time to climb up and get into position when there’s not a lot of room for knees and such).

So what’s the story? I don’t know, but I do know I’d have loved to have been there.

In my last musing, “Look at Me”, I waxed rhapsodic about exhibitionistic women. I thought I’d expand that with a riff of lingerie.

Lingerie is special. It’s not underwear–functional and only as decorative as it takes to make the wearer feel non-dingy. Lingerie is designed to be seen. It’s designed to say “look at me” to those eyes so privileged to see it.

Of course, without the energy and sexual attitude, it’s just clothing. Madonna’s outerwear lingerie in the 80′s wasn’t sexy at all, and pretty much failed to provoke me. The shock value was about all it was worth. It could have been on a hanger for all the sexual energy it conveyed.

My college roommate, in fact, discovered this when he was out buying lingerie for his girlfriend once. The very attractive sales girl asked, in a bedroom voice, if he wanted to see what a teddy he was admiring would look like the night he gave it to his girlfriend. He swallowed hard, with questions about fidelity running through his head. Eventually, he slowly nodded, hoping no one would find out about the ‘show.’

Except the sales girl then wadded the teddy up and threw it on the floor. “There,” she said, “that’s how it’s going to look most of the night.”

He laughed and bought it anyway. The sexiness of the moment, after all, had been in the innuendo and not the fabric.

But, as I said, when the energy is brought together with lingerie, it can be magic. By being impractical and just for the eyes, lingerie calls attention to what is not seen, or what it frames. A wisp of transparent chemise hints maddenly at magic underneath. Garters and stockings frame a treasure that might be in full view–forcing the eye to the center.

That’s why they appear so often in my stories. A woman in thigh high stockings, with or without a garter belt, has made the decision “look at me”. She wants to be seen as sexy, in most cases, and that makes all the difference.

I, for one, love the result.

Early in life, I discovered that I was a voyeur. It may have been access to my dad’s Playboys or something more ingrained and natural. I just discovered I liked looking at naked women.

As I got older, the mere sight of bare flesh stopped being interesting to me. I started to discover that the energy conveyed by a naked woman was as or more important than the fact that her clothes were gone. Close ups of body parts became dull. Traditional nudism, which represses sexual energy, also lost most of its charge. I even remember, in my twenties, when a strip club trip felt empty for the first time. Despite being an enterprise devoted to faux sexuality and bare female skin, I was bored. The dancers were clearly just going through the motions and the motions themselves were no longer of interest to me.

Now that turned out to be somewhat ironic, because a few years earlier, I’d been a regular at a club where I’d spent more than a healthy share of dough. There, almost all of my funds went to a single dancer—a fact rather well known among the club staff. In fact, one day I walked in and before I even sat down another dancer walked over and said, “she’s not here.” I shrugged and decided to return another day.

What made that one dancer special? She took her dancing seriously. She constantly worked on developing new moves and new tricks. She often came up with new costumes. When she gave private dances (lap dances weren’t legal in that jurisdiction then), she had a whole host of moves and looks to draw my eyes exactly where she wanted them. It was a silent “look at me.” “Look at my eyes.” “Look at my hip.” “Now look at my bare breasts.”

I was entranced. I was enthralled. If they’d had an ATM in the club, I’d have been broke.

That “look at me” energy has turned out to be the charge I get from being a voyeur. Peeping Tom type voyeurism doesn’t work for me because, besides the consent issues, the energy isn’t there. The woman has to know she’s being watched. She has to want to be watched, or at least looked at for a while.

Sometimes that energy can be captured on film, but not always. There’s a coyness to it, an “aren’t you in for a treat,” that’s absent in most porn. It’s naughty, not nasty. The ‘view’ is a treat—not something that’s just a flaunt.

I think that the “look at me”/“I’m looking” energy exchange is similar to top/bottom energy in a good bdsm scene. It circulates and is reciprocal. My looking feeds her pleasure at being seen, which feeds my pleasure at looking even more. It’s sexual, but far beyond simple stimulation or the quest for an O. The thrill is both more intense and more subtle. Fine wine instead of a greasy burger.

There are of course many ways to enact this energetic exchange—lingerie, semi-public flashing, and even traditional burlesque can also pick up the same flair. It also doesn’t matter too much if the woman has model quality looks or not. I’d rather have an average looking woman who’s sending ‘look at me’ signals than a beauty who’s bored and taking my gaze for granted. There’s no magic in body language that conveys I’m just one of millions. Instead, a garter belt and a smile can overcome extra weight or physical ‘flaws’ galore.

For me, that’s the core of voyeurism, and the enchantment. She conveys “look at me”—and I comply.

It’s not too hard to figure out, from my writings, that I’m a fan of exhibitionistic women. I love it when women engage in public flashing (discreetly, of course–there’s a consent issue for the observers at play). I also love seeing photos of nude women outside. It seems rather refreshing and certainly more ‘natural’ than many of the porn shots that you know are in someone’s house or rented motel room.

So I was pleasantly surprised to find FTV Girls. Pretty much every model has a gallery taken outdoors or in a public place. Some are more public than others, but I’ve been pretty happy going through them and admiring the views, so to speak. Each model has galleries of still photos and two or three video galleries, which can make the public flashing scenes even more fun.

The site’s high quality. The photography is well shot and well posed. The models are pretty but with a natural look and feel. I’ve included some examples below (click on them for full sized pictures). Most of the models are indeed “new”–going with their title that this is “First Time Video Girls.” That gives a more playful and friendly vibe to the photos as well. In several cases, I could see the model’s nervousness as she first started getting into posing.

FTV Girls is more than flashing, though. Most models also strip and masturbate on camera–some with toys, some with their fingers. They have some fetish shots–mostly girls using vegetables and other implements to masturbate with. They also have some hardcore girl-girl videos and some hardcore boy-girl videos. The latter, in most cases, appear to be the model having sex with her boyfriend.

New galleries are released a few times a week. The site also give sneak peeks of upcoming models. They also have a review section of other adult sites, which is a bit strange because the sites they’re reviewing are pretty much the low quality pure porn/stroke sites that FTV Girls is trying to rise above.

The one thing I don’t like is sorting through the galleries for individual models. The descriptions of the galleries are in the cover photo, and the white print is often illegible on bright photos. Also, it would be very nice to be able to search on content tags–they list them for the galleries (“Public nudity”, “fingering,” etc.) but the terms aren’t consistent and aren’t searchable. As a result, I found myself spending a lot of time scanning down listings and opening galleries, hoping that ‘public’ meant something like a mall instead of a field where it was clear no one would be around.

Still, I recommend the site. Check it out here.

It’s getting close to Christmas, so I figured I’d post a different treat that actually relates to my writing.

So… when I started the Holiday Series, mostly on a whim, I picked redheaded women because I’d just gotten out of back-to-back relationships with redheads named Jennifer. In hindsight, I probably should have gone with more distinct names for my characters, but at this point, they are what they are. In any case–a pair of exhibitionistic redheads just was too fun of a concept to pass up.

So when I started this site, I decided that galleries of the characters could be fun. It took a while to pick some redheads that seemed to come close to my mental images. I eventually decided on Ariel for Jen and Amber for Jennifer. I’m pretty happy with the selections as well as their photos.

So imagine my surprise when one day, just killing time browsing the web, I discovered that perhaps Amber is far more exhibitionistic than I expected. Perhaps even more than my character Jennifer. The picture’s below for your enjoyment.

Merry Christmas, everyone.