Artistic Male Nudity

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I'd like to thank @NakedAxle for giving me permission to use this picture of him.  You can follow him on Twitter if you like guys with hot bods (and who doesn't?)

Anyway, when I saw this shot I was immediately impressed by its artistic value.

Now I know guys like to get straight to the point instead of trying to interpret what a girl says to figure out what she "really means."  So let me be blunt:

Girls don't usually want to see pictures of you with your hard dicks pointing straight into the air.

OK, there I've said it.  I can't be any more straight-forward than that.

Does this mean women don't like pics of men showing skin?  NOT AT ALL.  Of course we do... or at least I do.  I guess I can't speak for everyone.

SO what's the catch then?  There are several of them.

1.  Less is more.  I like this picture so much because it alludes to @NakedAxle's nudity without shoving it straight into my face, so to speak.  It is an interesting composition with the back-lighting from the curtained window silhouetting his body.  It accentuates his shape and yes we can see the bottom of his willy poking down too.

The difference, for me, is this.  Send me a pic of your hard-on in harsh lighting looking like it wants to poke and stab something and I am most likely to feel like running away for cover.  But send me a teasing pic like this and I am most likely to imagine walking up behind him and reaching my hands between his legs to touch and play.

I think MOST guys would prefer to evoke the second response from women, so think of that when you take your own self-pics.

2.  You're a person, not a sex organ.  Along similar lines, I also prefer a picture of a bare-chested man smiling at me wearing shorts to almost any pic featuring bottom nudity with no face.

Honestly if I'm simply in the mood for a "big dick" (which does occur but not VERY frequently), I can easily pull out a dildo from my bottom drawer.  The only problem with that approach is it won't usually share dinner with me after or discuss the finer point of symbolism in the movie we've just watched together.

3.  The male body is not as beautiful as females.  I don't want to hurt feelings, but I think most people agree and understand that men, especially their penises are simply not as beautiful as women.  It's one of the reasons I am a "drunk" bisexual.  I can look at naked boobs or a fully naked woman and really feel like I'm staring at a thing of beauty.

There are exceptions to every rule, but the scrotum and penis of a man, in many cases, is simply unattractive.  With large veins and wrinkles present on most men's organ's it's no wonder we prefer a sexy toned chest or a dashing attractive smile.  We put up with the other once we feel a connection with you guys, but that's the reason you don't want to immediately assault us with those images.  They simply are not enticing in most cases.

4. We want to be the source of your erection.  This is a vanity thing, but it might enlighten you a little bit more.  When I see a guy eagerly sending out pictures of his stiff shaft, I think "What a horn dog.  He pretty much wants, and is willing, to fuck anything that moves."  I'd much prefer to have a man start flaccid and see the erection that results from me kissing and touching him or stripping naked in front of him.  In that instance I feel like it is more ME that is turning him on... not simply the fact that he's a male and all males are horny... oh about 95% of the time.

Now I'm not naive.  I realize the last fact is still a big predetermining factor even if I'm one-on-one with a guy in a sexy situation.  But at least let me have that little fantasy of mine.  If you prove to me without a doubt that a stiff wind can make you hard, I have absolutely nothing left to work with in terms of feeling that it is ME that causes at least part of your excitement.

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Anyway, I'm not trying to bash men or infer that I hate cocks.  I don't at all!  They are a wonderful source of pleasure and can be quite fun to play with (or playfully ridicule in the case of the micro penis.)  I'm simply trying to give you some insight into why most woman react much more differently to the sight of a naked male than you guys (and us gals) do to the sight of a naked woman.

That's a painful thought for a lot of you I know... but there is hope.  How can you get us gals willingly interested in ogling your naked bodies?  One way is exactly how @NakedAxle has done here.  Make it an artistic shot.  Tease us without offending us.  Let us see your bodies in beautiful, different ways.  Get to know us first and send us photos of your warm smiles and sexy torsos.

I know it's a slower process on your side of things, but one that I truly believe you may find a lot more fulfilling in the end.

But what the heck do I know?  I'm only one woman, that happens to write erotica, so I'm hardly a cross-section of the female population on whole.  I could be completely wrong here....  But I don't think I am.

xxx
Gina

Being Watched

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Today I will respond to a reader's question I received.  Actually it's a series of related questions.

"I would be very interested in how you would react and feel if you discovered that a man had watched you getting undressed/dressed.  Would it change if you were in your undies?  If you were in nothing but panties?  If the panties were thongs/sheer?  Would it change if you had found out he had watched you on more than one occasion?"

My answer assumes that the situation is "safe" and I'm in no danger of physical harm... that the person in question enjoys watching me but is not mentally unstable or something like that....

Assuming that precondition, then I think it's an extremely flattering proposition that is very enticing and exciting.


I would definitely prefer to know that the watching was taking place though, as opposed to discovering it after the fact.  Either scenario is exciting.  But to know that someone was surreptitiously watching me while I undressed would make it a very exciting real-time proposition that ultimately would be much more fulfilling.

However, I wouldn't want to tip my observer to the fact I knew.  That would ruin it entirely for me to be honest.

I'd act as casual as possible and not go through any unusual display or exhibition on their behalf.  Of course if they were paying attention they would notice my erect nipples. I'm quite sure they would be, because even just imagining the scenario now is having the same effect.  That might be a giveaway, but maybe not....

The state of undress would impact the excitement level of the scenario.  Specifically, being seen in panties and bra is not really a big deal... after all I show as much lying on the beach and that's not terribly exciting to be honest.

But once the observer witnessed more "forbidden sights" either my bare breasts, bottom or sheer undergarments, then it would be quite exciting indeed.

Surprisingly I can't really imagine that the excitement level would vary quite so much between any of these alternatives....  That is, once they've seen something "they shouldn't" I'd be just as excited whether it was simply a glimpse of my tits versus my entire exposed naked body.

The next level of excitement, for me, would only come once I was REALLY showing off... namely the idea of spreading my legs wide and letting the observer see my innermost self, to put it mildly....  But that could never happen in the casual scenario discussed here because it would be incongruent.  I can't imagine "accidentally" providing such a display to a peeping-tom.  It would be a tacit acknowledgement that they were watching and therefore destroy my "innocence" in the matter making it much less exciting a prospect.

Besides for that "level" of raw, explicit display I prefer my observer to be MUCH closer to me, usually lying on their back as I prepare to let them taste exactly how exciting a prospect it is for me.  ;-P

xxx
Gina

Being a Spy is Dangerous Work

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Thanks to everyone who so graciously contributed to the "Men's Butts" category of my #GBodyParts project.

In order of appearance, the butts featured in this post belong to: "Joe" @Bobson5260; "Steve"; Anonymous; Anonymous; "Adrian" @DaynersSweetpea; "Axle" @NakedAxle.  Give them a follow on Twitter or a shout-out letting them know you appreciate their contributions!

So without further ado, let me introduce you to the brave secret agents of special forces group 69.


To a man, each agent knew when they signed up for the elite company known simply as "sfg69" that they would face danger during every single covert operation they were asked to perform.

But being courageous brave patriots, time and again each risked life and limb for the greater causes of liberty, freedom, and the right for every pervert alive to enjoy pornography.  The world owes them a debt of gratitude for sure.  And that bill just keeps growing and growing, getting stiffer... um, I mean larger each day that passes.

Their last assignment was no different.  The men covertly infiltrated a Hooter's restaurant on secret assignment.  Of course I cannot divulge the exact details of their mission... or else I'd have to fuck you.  But I can tell you it had to do with whether or not certain female restaurant personnel were using tissues in order to exaggerate the dimensions of some of their physical features.

This looked like an obvious ploy to hide their true identities (thus suspicious).  After all, how many men actually look at a girl's face?

Anyway.  That's not important.  The results were the men sacrificed themselves and to a one seduced the suspects with charm and alcohol in order to "get to the bottom" of the issue.  Some went above and beyond and got to the "true bottom," possibly checking to see if the ladies had also changed their displayed hair color in pursuit of further anonymity.  That's what I like about these guys.  Always exceeding expectations.

Anyway, after the assignment I met with them for the standard debriefing. Only this time, it wouldn't be quite so standard and it would require a literal "debriefing" on their part.

I am their leader; they only know me as "Agent G."  I broke the bad news.

"Guys, it kills me to tell you this....  Well not literally, mind you.  It may literally KILL YOU, but I'm just really, really heartbroken... I think that counts as almost the same thing...."

They looked at me curiously.  Either that or no one had actually heard me because they were distracted checking out my ass.  I continued.

"It seems your cover was blown during the Hooter's assignment.  We received a tip that someone may have poisoned the Hot Wings that you all ingested in attempt at infecting you with a very serious and potentially deadly biological weapon.  The first symptom, if you indeed were infected, would be swelling and tenderness in your ass."

Half of my crew nodded the other half still looked on curiously.  "That would be arse for you British agents"

Now they all got it.

One of them spoke up, "Well Agent G, I have to admit that I had the shits the morning after and a burning sensation."

A few others nodded in agreement.

"I see.  Yes that is quite serious.  OK, I will meet with you one-on-one privately and examine you myself for signs of infection.  I will need you each to strip naked."

They gasped.

"Let me finish... just your bottoms, you can leave on your shirts."

Sighs of relief came forth of being able to preserve their modesty.

"Really there's nothing else for me to say.  Time is of the essence so let's get this underway.  Agent Joe, I'll check you first.  Join me in my office when you are ready."

I turned and left them walking the short distance to my office.  Entering I was shocked to see Agent Joe standing inside already stripped from the waist down.

"Wow!"

"I know, it's impressive isn't it?  Mrs. Agent Joe likes it too."

"I was referring to the speed at which you came... into my office."

"Oh," he said with a frown.  "Mrs. Agent Joe is not quite so impressed with the speed I cum into her orifice."

I tried my best not to laugh, failing miserably.  "Alright then let's get down to business.  I will be touching you now, but remember this is all strictly professional.  And as always consider this examination to be classified, which means you can't tell anyone about it or the results we may find."

"Not even Mrs. Agent Joe?"

"ESPECIALLY Mrs Agent Joe.  OK, let's start."

I grabbed the agents tight firm ass with my small, but strong hand.  He flinched a bit.  Squeezing his butt cheeks I checked for any anomalies.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Um... good?"  Seeking whether that was the right answer he looked at me.

"But is there any swelling?" I prompted him.

"There is on this side," he pointed down to his deadly weapon which was now pointing straight out looking like it wanted to fire onto someone.

"Ah, yes.  That's a sure sign that you're in danger.  The infection looks for the path of least resistance.  As I squeezed your behind it was displaced and now has migrated to your front, swelling your manhood into a potentially dangerous state.

It's worse than we thought Agent Joe.  I'm going to need to extract a sample for lab analysis."

"Whatever you say Agent G."

"If I suspect right, I should be able to just squeeze a little of the white puss of the infection out...."  Moving to my desk I retrieved the 'sample cups' from its top drawer.  Going back to Agent Joe, I went around to his front and grasped his swollen infected organ.  Puss didn't immediately come out, so I needed to squeeze and massage it a bit.  Before too long though he responded.

"Oh it feels like it's going to burst!"

"Good, then I get the necessary sample."  Holding the cup in front of his cock I continued to squeeze and massage and finally the deadly puss came forth in several violent ejections.  Some of it got on my hand.

Agent Joe looked horrified, "It's on you Agent G!  Isn't that dangerous?"

"Nah, this infection only affects men... I'm safe."

He looked relieved and when he was turned away I quickly licked up the "puss" that had splashed onto me.  It was yummy.  Um, yummy in a purely professional way that is....

"OK, Agent Joe, we just now need to wait for the lab results.  Please get dressed and send in the next agent please."

One-by-one each agent entered my office and submitted to me kneading their butt cheeks and then coaxing forth a sample of their seed.  Where it was possible to be discreet, I continued to commandeer a little of each sample for my own personal taste test.

Most tasted like chicken...  well... salty chicken at least.

After all six had generated their samples I dismissed them for the day and immediately shipped off their sperm to headquarters.

Of course the real mission was to get their valuable genetic material.  The agency needed more brave skilled heroes like these and the best way they'd surmised to do it was through sperm donation.

As always, and for the agents' own welfare, they couldn't be told the actual nature of that assignment.  No it was better off to use the cover story about a possible infectious agent.  In a few days I'd report to them that the lab results came back clean and all would be forgotten.

Yes, that was the nice thing about working with these men.  They had been hand-selected for their bravery, loyalty, and yes also because they were a little bit dense. Perfect soldiers in our "sfg69" organization.

Now I just needed to figure out how I could acquire similar samples for my own needs in the future.  I quite like the taste of salty chicken.

Wow Micro Penises are Popular! Send me your own pics!

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StatCounter metrics tell me that the #1 search-engine query referring viewers to the blog over the past two weeks was "micro penis."  That was quite an eye opener for me!  I thought I was quite unique in this fetish, but maybe not.

It's a pity I had to take down the two articles I'd posted (see previous blog post) due to being unsure of the copyright holder(s) for the images I used....

But to see now that so many other people are so interested in the same topic, makes me want to restore those posts with new accompanying pix!  I still have the text from the posts saved in a word processor file so I could easily recover that part.  But I need some new images.

So please, if you are a man with a small willy and you don't mind me using a pic of your little guy for a little humiliation and witty commentary, email me using the link on the right-hand column.  I can either preserve your anonymity or give you a shout-out, whichever you prefer.  All I need is for you to grant me the right to publish the pic in this blog (assuming you are the copyright holder).

Thanks for your help (hopefully) in keeping this topic going on a regular basis!

xxx
Gina

Locker Room Reporter

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I've been thinking a little bit about the practicality of trying to write erotica for a living.

Now don't get me wrong, I am NOWHERE near giving up on the idea.  I still have a few months of time before I need to face that decision and hopefully I'll have at least two more titles out by then to help me figure out if this is going to work.

But it's always good to have contingency plans lined up.  And I've been thinking about the possibility of entering journalism.  The only thing that doesn't appeal to me about that is writing about topics that I couldn't give a rat's ass about.

I mean, part of what makes me excited to write is I am excited ABOUT the things I write.  It's damn hard to get "excited" about political bickering in the City council or reporting on yet ANOTHER violent crime or murder....

So I got to thinking that maybe I should try to get into sports reporting and more specifically I thought about applying for the role of locker room reporter following men's sports!

What...?  Do I know anything about sports?  Um, sure.  I know that there are lots of balls involved in men's sports.  I really sort of like that part of athletics to be honest.

Huh?  Do I know the rules?  Yeah of course.  The team with the most points always wins right?  How tough is that?

OK, yes I admit, I probably wouldn't be the best candidate to report on the performance side of things, but I could really write some interesting pieces about how sexy the Chicago Bear's quarterback looks in just a towel (or less!)  I could also write an expose on what REALLY happens in those huge communal showers....

About now, you're thinking "is there a point to this post?"  I'm glad you asked.  Or I guess I'm glad I asked on your behalf.

As wacky as it sounds, this little crazy musing on mine this weekend directly led to inspiration of a very hot and sexy scene in the upcoming "Vicariously" in which "Gina" (yes, I'm one of the characters) enters a bit of a fantasy/dream sequence where she assumes the role of Basketball coach for a men's team.  I rewrote bits of the existing work to fit it in and it came out marvelously!  It's hot, sexy, funny, admittedly a bit over the top and as always sprinkled with a little symbolism too.

So the point is whether or not I'm actually cut out for journalism or sports-reporting, just even considering the possibility led to some great inspiration, the fruit of which is a very nice erotica scene that I think most readers will truly enjoy.

For me at least, that's how I derive much of what I write about.  I think of just an everyday circumstance or scenario and let my mind wander wondering about all the ways the mundane might be transformed into something sexy and special.

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Gina