pornographer by nature | true nature of self #2

Don’t you feel at times that you’d need to suspend her or him just like touching a remote control on freeze?! And just absorb the true beauty of stillness.

But that would be only one half of the story. Wonder what does she feels like that? Wonder what would I feel being an idea hanging from a ceiling of complex erotic longings…

pornographer by nature | true nature of self#1

What really defines masculinity? Where can be drawn a line between the Yin and Yang universal principles that adds-on to each self male and female identity? Aren’t we really wired in a way that exceeds our material understanding and only the energetic and spiritual bodies can grasp it?

Well, I guess this line lies only under the skin of the beholder. And the rest is just stretching and posing to various goals of being more and more flexible and adaptive to this life’s challenges. Body, mind, spirit.

And if all it’s fiction from one point on it’s really worth trying every cm of skin out of it.

In togetherness.

pornographer by nature | close-up

There was a time when the earthlings underwent terrible stages of the close ups terror with total strangers or even with known folks. The states, organisations and the people took pride in issuing all possible warnings against body coming closer to any/body. It was a must and only out of this social distancing would come out the salvation. Any medical procedure or state policy came second after this stay-out-of-me mantra.

Then the world woke up realising it was just an Inception and continued to carry out the usual, forgetting all as a baby falling in sweet sleep after quenching his hunger fear.

The times flies either good or bad, heaven or hell, eroticism or abstinence. And the nightmare of keeping the true nature of humans – socialising, reuniting, coming together vanishes like it never shadowed upon the world.


Far away from the humans ephemeral kingdoms she opens for his eyes only. She has no name and all the names of feminine mysteries and powers from the Ishtar temples sexuality priestesses to now-a-days post hippy era every woman.

Call her Hulda, Scandinavian forest lovely, sexy yet fiercely spirit, or Naiade the water nymphs or better yet Carpathian sacred ring naked warrior shewolves, iele. But never whisper her name unless you’re ready to adorn or command (some of them are subdued only by a piece of pure steel, dagger or sword).

The encounter must have something out of the splendid reveal of the fabulously erotic dutch actress, Cariese van Houten.

pornographer by nature | you’re cold as ice

At a certain point in time in every man’s life, there comes this moment when starring at his much loved one, he thinks or merely mutters this title words to her – you’re cold as ice. The time freezes and all the ice blocks of the sea of love are colliding with the poor guy’s one-nanosecond-ago-titanic-male ego, now taking cold water through all his inlets. It’s like the end of the world as he knew it and in a quantum profound way, it actually is. He’ll never love again like that. He has to adapt to the new bleak reality as after someone’s death. He will suffer and search for rescue that most likely will come from patch-work fucks probably he himself hurting some really nice people in the process.

And the good news are more to come. Because these are truly good news. For him, for the mankind, for her. That iceberg? Such astonishing wonder of nature, with the seen and especially the unseen part, meant to restore the natural order of life (his life, her life). Those frozen waters of her eyes, arms, thighs, cunt? A singularity in a man’s lifetime’s flow which is quintessential for his mindfulness.

And what is more to come out from these inevitable facts of our lives?!

From the depths of the sea, a new story reaches up to you, a story crystal-clear wet and ready to be taken. Back.

pornographer by nature | tendresse

Whilst the F around shows off some shower porn – a minutes-after reenactment 😉 M here, Yours truly, is in the mood for some French language lessons. We owe so much to the French mindset so we might as well tender-tendre French kiss her or his body celebrating social closeness in isolation times.

And by all means this hour’s thought goes to all tender-needing bodies regardless of gender: this one’s for you, liebe M of M&M’s couple, our under-the same-roof-for-some-time new found friends.

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