We’ve all seen pictures or videos that ignite erotic fantasy, no matter how deeply buried those fantasies may be. Today, I’m diving into this concept, using my body and creative writing as our muse.
When I look at this picture, two things immediately come to mind: 1) HOT! HOT! HOT! and 2) OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! Hang with me for a few minutes, and I’ll explain how the many details contribute to the eroticism of this photo.
For one thing, the picture isn’t the best quality. In fact, its blurriness invites my mind to ask questions and devise scenarios that fill out the scene you see.
Here’s what I imagine:
This girl creates soft-core porn, capturing a moment of stillness in this image. She’s alone, setting us up to watch her masturbate until she makes herself cum loud and hard for all of us to enjoy. She likely starts by lying flat on her back, her tits flat against her chest as she gently strokes the outsides of her thighs. Her fingertips glide up her sides, reaching her rosy nipples, and she rubs them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply with her chest and out. Her entire body quivers with each exhale, every caress of flesh rubbing flesh.
Next, her hands move down her stomach, pausing to dance on the parts of her flesh that rarely get touched. She lingers beneath her belly, just above her pubic mound. All ten fingers glide back and forth, slowly, easily.
She breathes in, and out.
Then her hands slide down between her thick thighs. Her left hand caresses her inner thigh while her right pointer finger delicately nudges her labia lips apart, engaging her own erotic fantasy for our enjoyment.
With wet fingertips, she rubs herself in a rhythm only she can hear, only she can feel, only she can know. Her left hand moves up to caress her left breast. Now, her two right fingers are inside her vagina, thrusting slightly, arousing her body more and more. She bites her lip, opens her eyes, and looks down at her naked, sweaty body.
Then she glances toward her locked bedroom door, feeling even more turned on at the thought of a naked man breaking down the door just to have his way with her. Fully immersed in her erotic fantasy, she removes her fingers from her wet vagina and brings them to her mouth, savoring every bit of herself. She sucks long and firm, tasting the sweet tang from the plethora of strawberries she eats every day.
Then she drops her fingers back into her vulva and gets busy.
With her forefinger, she locates the part of her body most aching for attention and begins to rub. Now, if you pay close attention, you will notice her body twitch and contort from pleasure. You could hear her breathing more urgently and see as she grabs her right nipple with her left two fingers and squeezes hard, causing her to arch her back, ready to cum for all of us to enjoy.
And maybe even cum with her.
Phew! Are you with me? Or did you need to take a personal moment?
The erotic fantasy story above illustrates what I imagine the male gaze sees in pictures like these. (Then again, I created an entire storyline around one blurry boudoir picture, which feels like a very feminine thing to do.) Either way, is there anything inherently wrong with using one still moment of someone else for one’s own erotic fantasy? No, I don’t think so. But that fantasy does set up a pathway in the brain of pleasure. And sometimes, I think those pathways can become a little… eroded.
You see, I know the details surrounding this picture, and it’s nothing like what I described above – as fucking hot as that would be.
But production is never quite as steamy as the curated final product, no matter the medium. In fact, the day after this COVID-inspired boudoir shoot, my entire body ached, especially my neck. All that arching into the bed for sensual poses didn’t come from a place of comfort or even sensuality, not really. Pointing my toes, grabbing my breasts a certain way, and then relaxing my face proved challenging and painful.
Looking back, I remember the moments when I wanted to feel like a queen, but instead, I felt pain and discomfort—all for the money shot.
But here’s the dichotomy:
I wouldn’t exchange this erotic experience for anything else. Even though some of the poses weren’t comfortable (and I should have followed my photographer’s instructions to stretch before our session), by the end, I felt empowered in my body and my sexuality.
Arching my back to make my neck curve so the base of my head hit my mattress squarely gave me inner feminine prowess and produced a kinky shot that showed off attributes dedicated to the male gaze.
If I’m being honest, this photo isn’t for me or my feminine power. Instead, this picture represents how society views a sensual, sexy, and beautiful woman.
But that’s not empowering in my book.
