Ethical Porn, Feminist Porn

I recently read an article that discussed just how feminist porn began shaping porn in the 80s and has continued to do so in this more modern era of smartphones and instant gratification, where porn is treated as a commodity to be seen and discarded, where mainstream pornography showcases things like violence, force, and a sheer lack of diversity in the total bodies of work that are being produced.

Now some feminists will tell you that all porn is bad or degrading, some will say its a good thing, and others have differing opinions altogether. As a woman who considers herself to be opened minded, if not quite meeting the definition of a feminist, I say that porn needs the diversity, many people want it and will go out of their way to search it out. The mainstream cut and dried tropes of so much pornography is no longer relevant to a large and growing number of people.

I’ve suggested before that making ethical porn is something that can be done and should be done. By working to legitimize the business itself and treat adult performers like anyone else with a day job, by making sure that people are safe on set, by showing things like consent, by continuing to improve and do better and not succumbing to the free sites with stolen content we can provide ethical porn to viewers who want to see it. I wish I could say that everyone wants to see well made, ethical porn, but I recognize that just isn’t the case.

But the problem is that ethical porn, feminist created or not, is not often found on the free tube sites which is where the majority of consumers turn to get their porn. Or if it is there it is just clips that have been stolen and reposted without credit to the actors or creators of the particular piece of art. Because, yes, good porn is an art form just like regular cinematography is. There is no difference between this amazing film by such and such Hollywood director and the amazing work of ethical, feminist leaning porn stars, directors, and producers throughout the industry. But people label it differently because pornography is still a taboo or forbidden subject. It has garnered more mainstream attention as the industry grows, but many people will still be ashamed to admit that they do indeed watch it. I’m not one of those people. I happily watch well made porn from time to time.

My point here is that ethical, feminist porn does exist, should exist, and will continue to exist and grow. Performers who choose their own scenes and feel comfortable doing them are going to have more fun in front of that camera and that will shine through. And the performers don’t all have to be cis, white, and skinny or fit. They don’t have to be conventionally attractive because there is beauty in everyone. Feminist porn has started to pave the way for more trans, queer, and gender non-conforming performers to have a place in the world of pornography and to advocate for a broader audience with more varied tastes. Ethical porn overlaps here in that it does the same thing in many cases.

My question to do you is what makes porn both ethical and/or feminist? When is mainstream porn going to become more about real sex with imperfections and giggles and stories to be told rather than just using women or men as objects of lust? When will people learn that they can learn from watching better porn than what the standard tube sites tend to offer? Sure, it costs more, but isn’t quality better than quantity in some cases? I think this is one of them and I think that more ethical and feminist porn needs to continue to be produced in order to create greater diversity within the market of pornography. We may never see a return to the adult theaters that existed prior to the rise of VHS, but we can see the rise of cinematography and plot and story in porn that is more than just a parody of something else. And I think that people need to see that. What are your thoughts on the ideas of ethical and feminist porn and how they affect the industry as a whole?

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Wicked Wednesday 289 – Neighbors – (The Art of Listening)

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There was a low groan from the other side of the wall and Drew looked at Sarah and grinned. The neighbors were at it again. They both paused what they were doing and walked to the wall, pressing an ear against it (not that they needed to) and listened with bated breath. That low groan turned into a murmured name and then a soft cry from the woman.

They heard her whimper slightly and wondered just what caused that delicious noise. Sarah was imagining that it was his head between her thighs that made her make those noises. Drew imagined something a little rougher, a fist in her hair as she sucked a cock deep into her mouth. They spooned together as they leaned against the wall and Drew wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist, his fingers dipping just below the band of her pants and teasing her skin. Typically these sessions with their neighbors lasted anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours and always left both Sarah and Drew wanting each other and more.

The woman next door cried her first orgasm and Sarah shuddered against Drew, wanting her own orgasm as well. “Soon,” he whispered. His hand slid lower along her body and gently found her clit. He pressed down softly and began to circle it as they listened to the sexual symphony that was played out for them to hear. She bucked her hips and he pulled her closer with his other hand on her hip. She could feel his hard cock and ground back against him as the neighbors next door had no idea what they inspired as their bed began to creak and squeak in a regular rhythm.

And without fail they heard the man groan again and the woman, who was the more vocal of the two, start begging him to fuck her. She seemed to lose all sense of restraint as she cried out over and over, her words becoming more explicit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Drew rubbed harder at Sarah’s clit and she shivered in his arms, biting back a moan of her own, lest the neighbors hear them and figure out they were listening in, even though it would have been impossible to miss period once she started crying out the way she did. Sudden silence. And the his hushed voice, just barely audible, “Come for me.” The woman’s cries began unintelligible as she orgasmed like she was told and knowing that she was being told what to do make Sarah come as well, bucking her hips relentlessly.

Drew kissed Sarah’s neck and teasingly whispered to her, “Good girl.” just as they heard a voice repeat the same on the other side of the wall. Sarah bit her lip hard and went limp against Drew for a long moment. In the quiet they heard his voice again. “Settle down little one. There’ll be more of that later, but right now its nap time.”

Knowing they’d hear nothing for several more hours Sarah and Drew raced off to their bedroom and stripped as fast as they could before Drew had Sarah bent over the bed, burying his cock in her dripping pussy. He rode her hard and fast and she moaned quietly doing her best to press her body against his, relishing the feeling of his hands digging into her hips and wondering if she’d have fingerprint bruises as a reminder. Drew growled softly and Sarah knew he was close. She was too and they both knew they’d orgasm together. Seconds later Sarah swore and Drew felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He slammed into her once, twice, and filled her with liquid heat. Slowly they pulled apart and slid into the own bed. Sarah looked at Drew giggling and spoke, “Nap time?” They both laughed and cuddled together drowsily in the late afternoon sun.

A Night Out

Ellie grinned at Matt in the darkened theater and reached for his belt, watching him closely. He looked at her for a long moment, then looked at her pale hand resting against him and grinned back at her. They shared a quick excited kiss and Ellie’s nimble fingers went to work on his belt buckle. She quickly leaned over him and before anyone could’ve noticed what they were up to in the back of the theater her warm mouth had engulfed his cock. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape and held very still, enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around him.

A muffled giggle came from Matt’s lap and she began to tease him, licking at the head of his cock, running her tongue along the shaft gently, before finally taking all of him once more. Matt’s fingers slid from the armrest to wrap themselves in Ellie’s hair, holding it out of the way so he could see as much as possible in the dark. HE gasped softly and wanted so badly to thrust his hips, but he knew the squeaky chairs would give them away so he stayed very still while his lovely wife tortured and teased him to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

She leaned up and whispered to him, “I’m not wearing any panties and I want you to fuck me, right here, right now.” Matt’s eyes widened at her words and sat forward in the seat a bit so Ellie could sit in his lap and ride his cock in a movie theater where people only had to look behind them and they’d see what was going on. Ellie moved cautiously, also aware of the seats and began to slowly rock herself back and forth on Matt’s cock. His hands found her breasts and pinched at her nipples through the dress she wore. “You’re not wearing a bra either are you?” She shook her head no in response to his question and felt him twitch. Bubbly laughter threatened to overwhelm her, but Matt clamped his fingers down on her nipples and made her bite her tongue to stop the tiny noises she normally made from slipping out of her mouth.

As he released them to feel the weight of her in his hands she squeezed tightly with her muscles and began to use them to milk his cock. She sighed softly and leaned back against him. Matt took the chance and trailed fiery kisses along the side of Ellie’s neck and reached down to hold her hips steady. He could feeling her tightening around him and wanted so badly to bend her forward over the seats in front of them and just fuck her as hard as he could. He kissed her neck again, silencing the groan that wanted to come from his lips and dared to thrust against her very gently. The seat didn’t make a sound so he keeps his movements up as she rippled against him. Between the motion of her muscle and his gentle thrusting they were both ready to explode. Ellie tilted her head back, “Don’t come. I want to taste you mixed with my juices.” Matt swore softly under his breathe and then shuddered as he felt his wife’s climax around his cock.

Ellie slid from his lap and quickly turned and sucked him into her waiting mouth. She muffled a moan at the taste of them mixed together and sucked hard, wanting to feel his orgasm. Matt’s hips bucked once, then twice, and he forced himself to be still. Ellie slowly slid her mouth against him, up to the tip and sucked gently, her tongue lashing at the same time. She reached down and ran a finger along his balls and could feel them tightening up. He was so close. And then there it was as she descended back onto his cock, taking him almost into her throat he let out a half gasp, half moan that was covered by the noise of the movie and came hard, right into her beautiful, waiting mouth. Ellie swallowed several times as he pulsed in her mouth before slipping away from him and sitting back in her seat.

Wicked Wednesday 288 – Whispers

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The glide of fingers on skin
Silence.
The sharp tug on hair
Quiet commands, sweet nothings
in her ear
The muted echoes
of their lovemaking
surrounds them
in a cocoon of self
Awareness.
Bodies slick with wanting
with need for one another
A climax
like none before
and softly
“I love you.”

Multi-Orgasmic

He stopped at her desk and stroked her hair. “Come lay down with me. It’s cooler in the bedroom.” She nodded and followed him, flopping down ungracefully on the bed. He eased into the bed more gently and was kissing her immediately, his need evident. She wound her arms around him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. He didn’t bother undressing her, merely reached under the t-shirt she wore and let his fingers find her clit, teasing her, pushing her further into a state of arousal. She squirmed against his hand and suddenly she was coming, her body pressing into his. He never stopped his onslaught of her clit, want to see her come again and again. And he got exactly what he wanted.

Finally his fingers slid down a bit and into her dripping pussy. A quick series of flutters and she was crying out, the open window almost forgotten, as another orgasm spurred her desire. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm just because he wanted to feel her come against his fingers, feel her clenching tightly around him. She was so sensitive and all his. “Do you want more, little one? Come for me again and I’ll fist fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t even think.”
She moaned in response and lifted her hips from the bed grinding against his fingers. The next orgasm that he wanted burst from her like water through a dam and she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She didn’t see him reach for the lube and coat his hand liberally, but a moment later she felt his fingers again, teasing her this time. “Are you going to come before I get my hand all the way in?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t”, he ordered and slowly started sliding his fingers in and out working his way up to his entire hand. As his hand finally slid deeply inside her he whispered, “You may.” The instant she heard the word escape his lips, she was riding his hand as she came yet again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, but thanked her lucky stars for being multi-orgasmic in the first place.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hand slipping in and out of her, his fingers stopping to flutter at spots she could never reach and drove her through one orgasm and into the next. His fingers curled into a fist and began to fuck her. Hard. Relentlessly. And she looked up at him as she writhed against his hand. He simply nodded and she came once more in an explosive orgasm that left her sated and spent. She felt him slide his fist out of her, gently, and whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He stroked her hair with his non-lube covered hand. “Are you OK?” She nodded, not quite able to speak just yet and waited for him to clean up a bit before snuggling against his warmth. “I love you,” she murmured as she clung to him like the only port in a storm. “I love you too, little one. Now get some rest.”

Kink of the Week – Wax Play (Random Thoughts)

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Wax play isn’t something that is completely new to me, as I have tried it, but not enough times to really form an opinion of it. I felt like the experience was pretty lackluster altogether and I’m thinking that wax play, as good as it felt to have the wax dripped on me (it makes me think of paraffin dips when you get a manicure), might not be my thing.

But then again I wonder; would it be hotter if the wax was then flogged from my skin? Or if it was dribbled somewhere that wasn’t my back. Could I handle it? Would I even like it? Could it be combined with a regular spanking somehow? Hot wax on my ass followed by hand prints or vice versa. It feels like there could be so many variations on how the wax play is done and how the wax itself is used to create various sensations on different parts of the body that it leaves me very curious.

Am I curious enough to try it again? Maybe. Would I like to find a way to incorporate other sexy things into it? Absolutely. And the bigger question is do I trust my partner to do this to me, to which the answer is unequivocally yes. I like to play on the edge of things and for me wax play is part of that edge and I don’t really know why. Maybe because of the idea that its going to really hurt or burn me, even though it is unlikely as my partner is very careful and won’t drip wax on me without knowing the temperature first. I honestly don’t know. I’ve spent the better part of a week reflecting on this and haven’t come any closer to reaching answers than I was when I started.

If anyone has any good ideas about how to make wax play more fun or interesting for me, please feel free to comment and share them. I might try them and find something I really enjoy or I might try them and decide for sure that wax play just isn’t quite my thing. This is one I think I’ll have to both play by ear a little and plan a little and see where it goes. Hopefully somewhere fun!

Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.