Open Thread: What’s Your Smut?
This week’s open thread topic is: What do you like in porn? What would you like to see more of? What can you really do without? Comment away!
This week’s open thread topic is: What do you like in porn? What would you like to see more of? What can you really do without? Comment away!
When Vivid auteur Paul Thomas makes a sequel, he’s a little more ambitious than the makers of things like “Throat Gaggers 9″ or “Four Finger Club 21.” Illicit is a sequel to Grudge, (which we’re working on getting in our catalog soon) and it heaps further complications onto the characters from the first film. Here’s the set-up: Kurt Lockwood is secretly in love with successful author Mercedez, but he’s seriously involved with hot blonde stripper Stefani Morgan. (Ah, the eternal struggle between the desires of the mind and the desires of the body . . . except in this case, the smart writer also has the body of a porn star. Hmm. No contest.) Mercedez loves Kurt in return, but she’s married to Trent Tesoro (whose chief motivation in this film appears to be a frustrated desire to have anal sex with Mercedez). In a remarkable act of courage, Kurt and Mercedez decide to dump their significant others and run away together, and they promptly fuck to celebrate, in a scene that manages to capture some of the real liberated passion people might feel in such a situation. Of course, things fall apart, with accidental and intentional betrayals and some profound emotional fallout (especially when Trent blackmails Mercedez into letting him finally fuck her ass, in exchange for peacefully signing the divorce papers).
It’s a decent plot, and it’s likely you’ll be interested to see what happens to the characters, who, of course, do not live happily ever after. The sex is fairly angsty, but the best scene is only tangential to the plot, with Stefani putting on a girl-girl sex show with Samantha Ryan at a strip club. It’s an amazing scene, with the two gorgeous blondes just devouring one another, and there’s no plot-driven emotional component at all: they’re just a couple of consummate professionals, doing their jobs, fucking beautifully for money. Their scene sort of undercuts the whole emotional thrust of the movie, but it’s probably the best girl-girl scene I’ve ever seen, so who cares if it undermines the film’s themes?
I run hot and cold on Paul Thomas. He’s probably the most ambitious — for certain values of the word — director in porn, and sometimes I think he overreaches. When he’s firing on all cylinders, though, he creates some noteworthy films, and while Fade to Black 2 might not rack up as many accolades as its acclaimed predecessor (which some people still call the best porn movie ever), it’s a very good flick. Thomas reprises his role as manipulative porn director Trent Morgan, and once again the emphasis is on the transformation of ordinary people into porn performers, this time through a complicated plot that revolves around Morgan agreeing to help a group of ordinary people, most married couples, make a porn movie for private distribution. The plot actually gets a lot twistier than that, but I won’t spoil it for you. Watch to the end, though, to see all the complications resolve.
Thomas is a champion of narrative porn, and at one point his filmic alter-ego says he prefers to see people have sex when it affects them as characters, not just as two bodies fucking. He’s got a point. This is a movie with angry sex, and eager clumsy sex, and cold-hearted revenge sex, and sex-for-money, and the narrative component actually does add something, which is a testament to the director’s ability to wring real acting out of his performers.
It’s a long movie, and there are nine sex scenes, all hot. The second-best involves Haley Paige, Lexie Marie, and Van Damage, with Lexie playing the part of an amazingly sexy “real” porn star brought in to teach the amateurs how to perform. The three-way is very hot, with Van Damage beautifully playing the part of an ordinary guy who can’t believe how lucky he is to get to fuck a porn star (not to mention his neighbor), and never mind how pissed-off his wife looks about it. The best scene is the last one, with Ava Vincent, Lexie Marie again, and Scott Nails. This time Lexie seduces Ava for some nice-if-unremarkable girl-girl action, but when Scott joins in, it reaches a whole new level. Everybody seems to be pushing their limits here, and at one point Ava is on her back with Scott fucking her ass, his hands on her throat, as Lexie sits on her face, basically riding on Ava’s tongue and smothering her. All three performers seem utterly transported. It’s like a golden moment of perfect porn sexual chemistry. You don’t often see scenes like that. They should be treasured.
There are so many things to like about Kiss Your Ear, the newest CD from the good people at Sounds Publishing. Heck, all of their CDs are made with very high production values and narrated by a variety of sexy female voices ranging from co-ed cute and young to sultry sophisticated older women. Kiss Your Ear is from their Spice Line, so while it’s not quite as naughty as their Spank! line, these stories are definitely explicit, and are written to get you excited and get you off rather than improve your vocabulary or broaden your worldview. This CD has eight stories (one of which you can listen to for free on our website, in case you want a preview), including including “The Big Tip”, where a waitress gets tipped good and hard in the walk-in, and “Falling for Giancarlo”, the story of a female tourist in Italy indulging in the ultimate vacation fantasy fling. Rrawr! The rest of the tales are each a naughty little treat as well.
The The Pop-up Book of Sex was an instant sensation around the Blowfishie office. How could it not be, with multi-dimensional sex acts loving depicted in paper popping up in your face with every turn of the page? Not only do these pop-up, many of them also have pull-tabs so you can animate the action (my personal favorite is the tab that lets you waggle the head of the man giving oral pleasure to his lady, though the toy buyer likes the one that makes the dominatrix spank her boytoy over and over again). There are eight scenes (each spread across two pages): the missionary position, the lotus position, girl-on-top position, oral sex for her, female dominant sex (shown in the picture), sex in an office, sex in an airplane, doggy-style sex and, finally, fantasy sex. I can’t think of a funnier coffee table book, and you can learn a lot about people by which pull tabs they choose to yank, and how they pull them. It’s such a great gift, I gave it to the last shipping boy on his last day. That boy can work a mean pull-tab. Recommended!
Remember how if felt when you discovered that jerking off with mayonnaise (insert other goopy material here: lotion, conditioner, eye make-up remover from your older sister’s bathroom drawer . . .) felt way, way better than knuckling your bare sausage? Designed to wet your skinsicle in a familiar way without inhibiting your ability to make tasty sandwiches later (save the mayo for the turkey clubs, men!), Jack Jelly Masturbation Lube runs with the idea of slippery goodness meant for your member and improves upon household aids. Made from an oil-base, this lube feels like a loose gel when scooped from the tub but quickly rubs into long-lasting slick oil that can outlast even your meaty grip. Less lotion-like than the likes of Stroke 29 or Mens Cream, this gel has more bite and grip so you can feel your cock as you stroke yourself off into an orgasmic high. It wipes off when you are done with a tissue, leaving no scent and your skin feeling uncharacteristically moisturized. If only they could invent something to take the trash out while you spent time with your Jack Jelly . . . now that would be something!
It began with Sex in the City and Samantha with her bunny-vibe. From there, the upsurge in demand for the Jack-Rabit style In/Out vibe grew to epic levels. After many tried their hand at improving upon the original, the Decadent Indulgence came out sporting, not a bunny, but a humming bird clitoral stimulating appendage. We love(d) it. Then, out of nowhere, a new vibe with an elephant clit-stimulator fell from the sky and landed in our laps (so to speak), and the Decadent Indulgence "3" Vibrator was born! We lived happily ever after and our delivery stork got a bonus.
But really, the Decadent Indulgence "3" is like a gift from above. Not only is it eons more intense than most other In/Out Vibes we’ve tried, you can turn the shaft swivel motor all the way up, then turn the elephant clit-stim motor all the way up, and both will keep on truckin’ at full blast. I know, an elephant? Consider that the critter from the Decadent Indulgence “2″ couldn’t make it off the endangered species list long enough for the toy to make an appearance. Suddenly this pachyderm is looking rather adorable, no? Other perks of this model include: the buttons glow in the dark, the clit-stim has 5 different functions of pulsation and escalation, the beads inside the swivel shaft are fixed in their tracks meaning far less jamming, and the head of the dildo isn’t so large that you have to be all the way warmed up to slip it inside. We give it a Blowfishie Recommends as well as a “toy-reviewer’s girlfriend stole it and won’t give it back.” It doesn’t get better than that!
My wife wants to buy a Nexus Sr. and a harness. Even though she sees that there are several recommended, she says she wanted a definitive answer on which one was best before buying. Any insight?
The Nexus is a high quality double-dildo and a great choice, but it is tricky to come up with the harness that works best for everyone. High on my list these days are the brood from Outlaw leather, the Cowboi Harness, the Gangsta Harness, and the Rockstar Harness. The crotch piece on these harnesses snaps open so you can feed a double toy down into the middle and have it stay in place pretty darn well. It was designed for use with double toys and we think they are pretty fabulous.
The Low Rider is another that works pretty well. Because the dildo opening is a little lower than other harnesses, it is easier to get the wide middle of the Nexus to stay in the right place and rub on her clit while thrusting. Other people say that the minimal support of the Big Nothing is all they need, although I find (personally) that I need a bit more help from the harness to keep it from popping out of my body.
I’ve extolled the virtues of amateur porn on the ‘net in this column before, and I’ll keep doing so. Any truly empowering, revolutionary technology will be turned to pornographic use (look what the printing press did for the porn industry, after all!). Ever since Polaroid first made it possible for the average guy to take naked pictures of his wife for later enjoyment, amateur exhibitionists have been utilizing whatever new technology comes along for similar purposes. Sure, a lot of people do it for profit — there are certainly lots of webcam girls out there eager to take your money in exchange for streaming video of naughty acts — but I’ve always been more charmed by the personal, not-for-profit exhibitionists. Here are a few examples.
Self Shot Girls is a blog compiling lots and lots of photos of mostly naked or scantily-clad women, all taken by the women themselves, with the aid of mirrors or simple contortions. There are lots of cuties here, and something about the off-the-cuff spontaneity of many of these photos is really quite enchanting. There’s about nine months worth of archives, with hundreds of photos, so enjoy!
There’s a certain anonymity to the site above, though, and wouldn’t a true exhibitionist embrace the publicity? Naked Jen certainly does. She’s a Santa Cruz, California blogger who posts on a variety of subjects with humor and insight, and, almost incidentally, publishes quite a few photos of herself nude, usually in public, on her blog. Come for the prurience, stay for the writing.
Let’s not forget the joys of accidental exhibitionism, though. Google Sightseeing, a site devoted to finding interesting things to look at using Google Earth, has compiled a handy list, with photos, of “The Top Ten Naked People on Google Earth”. Satellite photos of tiny people sunbathing nude on their rooftops aren’t exactly titillating, but they’re funny, which is good enough.
And, finally, one of the best — or at least, most enthusiastic — hardcore amateur porn clips I’ve seen in a long time. (The video is hosted at Xtube.com, which requires registration, so I’m saving you the hassle of making up a username by linking to the excellent Fleshbot blog’s coverage of the clip, which includes the embedded video). It’s always nice to see a happy couple playing dress-up and having passionate sex. Makes you want to break out the digital camera and play along at home, doesn’t it?
Rebekah talks about elephants (sexy elephants!), Christophe talks about love-hate relationships (this time, love!), and Heather pops up with a book about… well, popping up. Our special guest is Tracey Bartlett, author of the Sex Questions Cards.
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Richard Kadrey took the cover picture for the very first issue of Leviathan, back in 2003. Thus, we are exceptionally pleased to find he has a new video blog, Probability Beach. It’s a fascinating combination of words and video: He reads a story illustrated by photos from his huge personal collection. Wonderful.
One of the questions that we are often asked here at Blowfish Control is: “So, what do you think about the toys / books / videos you didn’t like? What about those?” Sometimes, said question is phrased as, “Hey! You like everything that’s in your catalog! That’s suspicious!” Um, OK. For obvious reasons, we don’t add stuff we don’t like into the catalog, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have opinions about them. Thus, without further ado, allow us to introduce a new feature in the Blowfish Blog: “The Reject Bin.”

I wanted to like this one. For one thing, my favorite song by the Blake Babies is called “Girl in a Box,” so I picked this up with a certain predisposed fondness. (It turns out I would have been better off spending two hours listening to that song 50 times on repeat.)
I also thought the cover was promising — cute girl in a collar and wrist cuffs, in a box! I was expecting bondage, and while there’s a little bit of that here, it’s really rather misleading packaging, and I didn’t get what I expected.
Fleshbot and Violet Blue announced the forthcoming release from Shine Louise Houston (distributed by Blowfish, natch), In Search of the Wild Kingdom. Of course, the traffic promptly pounded poor Pink and White’s servers into the ground, but the somewhat more robust Blowfish infrastructure allows you to see the trailer from this incredibly hot cool new movie.
More wonderful press on The Crash Pad, the one from Time Out: New York. Katherine Linton’s team came out to do a documentary during the production, and we’re dying to see what they have to say about us!
Violet Blue writes a really wonderful piece about The Crash Pad in today’s Open Source Sex column. Thank you, Violet, and (especially) thank you Shine Louise Houston for making such a great movie.
(Pink and White) makes explicit movies that skip the tired old porn system and go straight to film fests around the world. Not to mention getting a fast backing and distribution deal with local online sex-toy retailer Blowfish (www.blowfish.com). And let me tell you, their porn is gay.
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“17 Short Films about Hades and Persephone,” by Elspeth Potter.
He could smell her musk, almost like the mushrooms mortals ate in worship. He grasped her hips in his hands and lifted her sex to his mouth, for a few moments allowing himself to devour her melliferous petals with his tongue, sucking her tiny stamen between his lips and pressing it between his shrouded teeth. She cried out, a tiny, broken sound, like a soul trapped in Tartarus, and he would have recoiled had her fingers not sunk deeply into his hair. Then he understood, and the next cry from her tore his heart with hope.
Persephone sighed and fell limp. Hades lowered her slight form gently to the cushions and caressed her breast and her face. His hand curled softly around her cheek as he kissed her.
“I hate you,” she said.
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Rebekah shows off naked breasts, Heather talks about something we don’t talk about, and Christophe contrasts real and imaginary porn. Thomas Roche and Ponygirl are our special guests, talking about Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School.
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It all began when a friend of mine linked to this fashion spread featuring gorgeous Swedish librarians (http://tinyurl.com/3yx462). Good heavens! No wonder the literacy rate in Sweden is 99%. (I’ll resist making any puns on the words “stacks” and “stacked,” though the temptation is powerful.) Those photos started me thinking about the idea of sexy (or naughty) librarians, a motif that pops up in porn and other contexts pretty frequently. Why are librarians sexy? A little digging around online turned up some interesting sites on the subject . . .
Just Do Me! is explicitly a video for couples, and it aims to push some boundaries, exploring rough sex, anal sex, taboo fantasies, and, um, “fucking a black girl.” (Racial issues in porn could fuel a dozen doctoral dissertations, but this isn’t one of them.) Savanna Samson is our host, and in her opening intro she encourages her viewers to be more sexually free, asking rhetorical questions like “Why can’t you be sweet and kind, and still use your wife’s hair like the reins of a horse?” (She uses the same line at the end of the film, which suggests a certain almost charming preoccupation on the part of the director). She also asks, “Who says throat-fucking has to be unkind?” Who indeed? If you watch much porn, you probably won’t find any of this particularly edgy, but it services a niche — call it Intermediate Level Couples Porn — that probably needed filling. Savanna introduces each scene in voiceovers, and there’s a decent variety. She stars in the first scene, where Marcus Banderas declares his desire to fuck her ass, and proceeds to do so. Other scenes include a three-way with a lonely guy ordering in two hookers, which features a good performance by Gianna, bouncing around and showing off her large, natural breasts to good effect; the “black girl” scene (she’s also referred to as a “nubian princess” on the box copy, sheesh), which is pretty standard but perfectly nice; Savanna again, picking up Jean Val Jean on the stairway, thus fulfilling the male fantasy of casual impromptu sex with strangers — they have real chemistry, and it’s another hot scene with good anal; and the final scene, which makes the message of the film explicit: Quit jerking off in private and go fuck your wife! (The wife in the, ahem, dramatization is the adorable Monica Sweetheart, so it hardly seems a hardship for the guy playing the husband.) Savanna encourages her viewers to go find their wives or girlfriends and sit them down to watch the movie, and then have good sex together. It’s a good message, though I feel for the desperately lonely dude who picks up this flick for the anal and three-way scenes, since he’ll probably end up feeling like a loveless loser. Ah, well. My only complaint about the film is that it could have been longer. At only 75 minutes, it seems a little thin, and there were so many other taboos they could have explored! Maybe they’re saving up for a sequel.
Matt & Khym: Better Than Ever is the latest entry in Tony Comstock’s popular series of documentary-style films featuring real couples, and it’s a sweet, rather charming outing. Matt and Khym met when she was fresh out of high school and he was just a few years older, and they’ve been together ever since, for going on twenty years. About half of the film is footage of them, sitting together on a couch, talking about how they met and their lives together. It’s a little like the footage of couples reminiscing about their first meetings in When Harry Met Sally — the similarity is strong enough that it was a little disconcerting at first to see her going down on him or him fingering her during the brief intercut snippets of them having sex together.
Their story is at once individual and easy to relate to; they seem like nice people who have had some of the usual (and some unusual) ups-and-downs in their lives, but never stopped loving each other, and never stopped lusting after each other, either, which is almost more impressive. The filmmaker is very unobtrusive, only asking a question or two, and never appearing on screen, so the focus remains squarely on the couple. A long scene of them making love follows the conversation, and it’s a sweet, tender affair (and, from a purely prurient point of view, she has a hot little body, and he’s kept in shape, too). They clearly know each other up, down, and sideways, and know just how to make one another happy. The film returns to them afterward, and they explain that they agreed to take part in this project because they want to show people that it’s possible to have a long relationship and remain sexually and personally passionate about your partner. It’s a good message, and they’re living proof.
Most comic book fans have probably heard about Lost Girls Collected, the stunning, three-volume set of hardcover graphic novels by Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbe, which debuted to both accolades and controversy last year. The first printing last summer sold out within weeks and is only just now available again. Author Moore (best known for his non-erotic comics, such as Watchmen, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and V for Vendetta) and takes the grown-up versions of Alice (from Alice in Wonderland), Dorothy (from The Wizard of Oz) and Wendy (from Peter Pan) and has them meet at a fancy hotel and reminisce over their sexual awakenings so many years ago, interspersed with some hot sex with one another in their hotel rooms or tucked away behind some shrubbery in the gardens. Y’know, like women sometimes do. The writing is top-notch, the artwork stunningly beautiful and the sex is both erotic and fascinating, especially because these characters are exploring the sexual side of themselves at an age when most of us experienced our own sexual awakenings (teenaged, but not necessarily 18). Definitely one of the most impressive erotic graphic novels out there today. Recommended!
One of the things we get lots of requests for is books of sexual positions. Sure, there’s the Kama Sutra, but even the updated versions of these texts can be a bit distancing. I mean, what woman really wants to figure out which kind of animal she is (Deer, Mare or, gods forbid, Elephant) so she can try to apply that to her lovemaking?
Luckily, some great new, modern books on sexual positions have come out recently. The newest one to our catalog, Sex 101, is a handsome book, with glossy, full-color photographs illustrating each position. The text for each position is brief, giving you any tips that are not necessarily apparent from looking at the picture (such as whether it’s good for G-spot stimulation), and some of the titles are nearly as colorful as the old Kama Sutra ones: “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Passion,” “See Spot Come,” and “Pig in a Blanket”. It’s divided into four sections: Bed Action (featuring the myriad variations on missionary), Back Door Policy (doggie variations that don’t really mention anal sex, but could be used for it anyway), On the Edge (edge of the bed, that is, not sex to stave off relationship tiffs), The Standing O (for those of you with excellent balance; the rest of you should practice your yoga or tai chi first) and Chair Action (which does not mean fucking a chair, but rather fucking on a chair, or using it as an aid to balance). These are all meant for (and demonstrated by) hetero couples, though of course gay and lesbian couples can adapt most of these. There’s even a checklist in the back with tiny pictures of each position, so you can check them off and tell at a glance which ones you’ve already tried. A great way to spice up Valentine’s Day this year!
I never expect a “my first vibrator” type toy to actually get me off. After playing with some of the best and most advanced toys in the industry, I often forget that many people can’t shell out $100+ on the latest gadget to tickle their . . . er, fancy. I was subsequently thrilled when I popped the batteries into the Clit Exciter Waterproof Vibrator and hopped into the shower for a mid-morning romp with my new, under $16, favorite goodie.
The Clit Exciter is a cup-style vibe, a thinner-than-a-finger shaft topped with a scooped out head. The result is a high-speed vibe that buzzes dang hard, but buzzes dang hard all around my clit instead of right on it. The feeling is somewhat different than the standard plastic vibe sensation, strong and fast without numbing my clit off. The head is set at a 45 degree angle so, if you want to skip the clit stimulation, it makes an intense G-spot vibe that puts a fair amount of pressure and friction in the right spot without necessitating warping the wrist into unnatural positions. Mine lives in my shower now, right next to my razor, waiting for the next time it gets to rear its pink, glittery head and make me late to the office. Certainly one of the better vibes in its class!
Little hearts are so cute, especially when they are made out of pure sugar dyed with chemicals bearing silly messages like “text me” (not joking, I saw one just the other day). Sometimes I kick my heels up onto my desk, lean back in my chair, and think of all the third graders out there leaving candy hearts on one another’s desks that read “text me” and thinking they are flirting the grown-up way. But I digress . . .
The “sophisticated” version of candy hearts (with not-so-hidden messages) is the Jack-of-Hearts Glass Dildo. This amethyst-colored (light-purple for all of you who never learned their crayon box colors) glass dildo could make a lovely, if a little flirty, Valentine’s message for someone you’ve had your eye on lately. Hand-etched with about 15 little fat hearts and finished with fine detailing, this toy is as much an art piece as it is a slippery, sexy dildo. To top it off, the Pyrex glass is extra durable so it is far less likely that other toys to break your heart. Haha. Get it? Break your heart. It has hearts . . . No? Nothing? Never mind.
I’m not even going to try to relate titty-fucking to Valentine’s Day. Not that you shouldn’t have happy titty-fucks on such a romantic holiday. I’m not saying that. I just think it’s hard to work Jenna’s Perfect Pair Masturbation Sleeve into your red-rose-giving, cupid-butt-baring, doily-heart-clipping festivities. But hey, if you are the type of guy who needs his titty-fucks like noodles need sauce, then well, I’d like you to meet Jenna. Titty-fuck Guy meet Jenna. Jenna, Guy.
Jenna’s Perfect Pair is just about as real as Jenna Jameson’s own set (sorry, Jenna, but do I hear any disputes?). Über-soft skin covers these holy mounds of firm boobiness, topped in perky pink nibbles that almost scream at you to yank them. Her pair is so perfectly-imperfect that one of her nipples is even slightly higher than the other. Amazing attention to detail! So what does one do with floral-scented copies of Jenna’s jugs? Why, lube up her cleavage, press them together, and go to town, of course! You can see from the photo that her breasts conveniently stand at attention, as opposed to moosh over into her armpits like live boobies tend to do, so you might even get away with using only one hand to press them together as you get your groove thang’ on. You can use the other hand for more important things, like giving roses and clipping doilies, I guess.
Hi! I’m looking for a toy that won’t irritate me, but I don’t know if it is latex or jelly that gives me a problem. Any ideas on a product that won’t irritate me?
Many feel-real or jelly toys are made from porous materials that can absorb bodily fluids and bacteria that cannot be simply washed off. If you love your toys made from these materials, we recommend you slip a condom over them before use to reduce irritation.
If you are bothered by latex though, a latex condom over a toy is not going to do the trick. Blowfish strongly endorses using non-porous toys made from silicone (a very high quality rubber), metal, glass, and acrylic. These materials are easy to clean and disinfect in the sink with soapy water, in the dishwasher, or even by boiling for a few minutes. If you like the softer, squishier feeling of your toys, check out our realistic silicone dildos as a great place to begin. If the problem persists, it couldn’t hurt to ask your general physician what the problem is or even contact San Francisco Sex Information (SFSI) hot-line to see if they have more medical information for you. SFSI: +1 415 989 7374.
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