Tuesday, February 14, 2017

A Carlisle Cullen Lemon -- Fade to Black

Character: Carlisle Cullen

Fandom: Twilight

OC: Violet Anne Cullen, adventurous, humble

Inspiration: Happy Valentine's Day everyone!  I will be trying to get a few more requests done this month, so check back over the next few weeks.  ;)

When you’ve been alive for several centuries longer than the average human, holidays tend to become less magical and more ordinary - not that it stops Carlisle Cullen from making an attempt to create something utterly enchanting.
He had asked Violet several weeks ago how she wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.  The year before they had gone to their island house in the Caribbean for a getaway.  Emmett and Rosalie had followed their usual Valentine’s schedule and booked a trip up north, and Jasper had taken Alice on a surprise trip as well.  Their vanishing acts are sensible – it is difficult being intimate in a house full of vampires.  Even Edward and Bella had decided to spend the day in their other house several miles into the forest, cosied up in their cottage.
Violet hadn’t wanted to travel though.  She is quite content to stay in their now very empty house and enjoy the rare privacy.  She doesn’t expect anything from her husband.  Not because she doesn’t believe he would fulfill her wishes, but because this year she is happy to merely revel in the total solitude that seldom infiltrates their home.  With their ‘children’ gone, it is perfectly blissful.
Of course, not quite as blissful as the extraordinary transformation that their bedroom seems to have taken.  She doesn’t expect it, but then again, Carlisle does tend to go out of his way occasionally.
Instead of going on a trip, Carlise seems to have gone out of his way to create something even more lavish.  How he had managed to do it without her knowledge is beyond her.  She rarely misses anything – her perception has only grown stronger upon becoming a vampire and she can usually figure out when someone has motives they aren’t verbally admitting.  She can only assume that this had been the reason Edward and Bella has asked her to drop Renesmee off at Charlie’s house.  It seems that they were in on it too.
When she walks into the house after dropping the child off, Carlisle is nowhere to be found.  She thinks its odd – he spends most of his time downstairs during the days he’s not at the hospital – and goes to look for him.  When she doesn’t find him anywhere on the ground floor, Violet naturally gravitates to their bedroom to see if he had disappeared there.
She certainly doesn’t expect the hallway leading to their room to be littered with rose petals, but it does give her a pretty good idea as to what awaits her behind the closed door.
She’s smiling when she opens it, eyes soft even before she’s able to drink in the sight of their transformed bedroom.  Rose petals are strewn across the floor and bed.  The gauzy curtains are drawn, and the late afternoon gray edges through the fabric just so.  There are several candles perched around the surfaces.  The effect of their flickering light is dazzling – yet not quite so dazzling as Carlisle himself, who stands in the center of it all, smiling quietly with one hand slipped into the pocket of his trousers.  The other dangles at his side, his fingers loosely holding a single rose that matches the petals he had strewn about the room.
“You’ve been busy during the last thirty minutes, I see,” Violet says, leaning against the doorframe with a grin.  She catches his eye and the corner of his mouth tilts up into a wider smile.
“Well…the hardest part was plucking off all the petals, to be honest,” Carlisle says with a chuckle, and she laughs too.
“Mmm…” she pushes away from the doorframe and steps inside, walking up to her husband with a spark in her eye that immediately catches his attention.  He stands straighter as a result, shoulders back as she circles him, her gentle curiosity turning into bolder fascination.  “…You missed one,” she murmurs, reaching down to touch the edges of the rose he’s holding.
He smiles crookedly and lifts it up, body gravitating down to hers as he says, “It was entirely intentional.”  He holds it out for her and she curls her fingers around the stem with a laughing hum.
They’re standing so close that she can feel the pull of him drawing her in, but she doesn’t go quite yet.  Instead Violet tilts her chin up to catch his eye and smiles, “Well…now that you’ve lured me up here, I wonder what else you intend to do.”
Carlisle quirks an eyebrow and fights off a smirk.  An almost mischievous light captures his gaze as he looks down at her.  The quiet, comforting intimacy turns a degree wilder just from that look alone.  It is an expression she knows very well by now, and suppressing the shiver that threatens to slip through her is harder than it seems.
He lifts a hand to her face, fingers brushing over her cheek, and murmurs, “How does a bath sound?”
Violet raises an eyebrow and leans in to whisper a mischievous, “That sounds absolutely heavenly.”
He chuckles, tilts her chin up slightly higher, and leans down to brush his mouth against hers.  It’s a light and airy kiss, gone so fast that Violet is left drowning in the precursory of desire as its tendrils sink into her.
If Carlisle notices (he probably does), he doesn’t say anything.  His only response is a quiet smile as he gestures to the master bathroom.  Violet allows him his silent order.  She has learned when to be stubborn and when not to be, and this is one of those latter moments.
The bathroom is similarly decorated, with rose petals littering the tiled floor and a few of them even floating in the water.  Violet fights off a smile at the sight.  Carlisle truly went out of his way today.  Not every woman would be so lucky.
He comes up behind her and rests his hand on her shoulders.  With a gentle squeeze, they drop down her arms and encircle her waist.  She leans back against him and watches as Carlisle slowly begins to press open the buttons of her shirt, gradually making his way up to her collar.  When he gets there, he tips her head back to rest on his shoulder and looks down at her.
“Do you like my surprise?” he wonders almost idly.  On the surface, his voice is entirely innocent in a way his hand is not – his fingers pluck the cups of her bra down and smoothes them over her breasts.  Violet hums at his touch and smiles up at him.
“I suppose I do,” she replies, equally as nonchalant.  Carlisle, immediately knowing what sort of game she’s playing, grins boyishly.
“You don’t sound very pleased,” he murmurs, lips moving down her neck and back up again as his fingers pull her unbuttoned shirt from her frame.
As he’s unclipping her bra and pushing it away, Violet laughs, “I’m sure my mind will change soon enough.”
Her breath hitches when his hands return to her breasts and gently massages them.  With a hum, she pushes her chest into his hands and trails her fingers down the length of his leg – as much as it as she can reach in her current position.  When her rear presses into his crotch and she wriggles against him, Carlisle sighs out against her ear.
“Impatient,” he says with a breathy chuckle, and nips at her earlobe as his hands shift down the plane of her stomach.  Violet smiles in agreement and murmurs, “Hurry up, Carlisle,” in a voice low enough to demand his attention.
In response, he nearly rips her jeans in two.
“Carlisle!” she squeals, jumping out of his arms and assessing the slightly frayed edges of her jeans.  He laughs when she throws him a glower, but she’s not really that angry.  Over the years, he’s ruined more over her clothes than she can remember.  It isn’t particularly hard – being a vampire, strength is sometimes overlooked, and even Carlisle’s usual brand of serenity has its limits when it comes to intimacy.
“These were expensive,” she sighs, tugging them down her hips as if it’s all a terrible shame.  He knows she doesn’t really think so – the spark of mischief in her eye exaggerates her glower, distilling it into something that looks more eager than upset.  Besides, with the money they’ve accumulated over the decades, buying a new pair of jeans is the last of their worries.
Carlisle shrugs, putting his hands back into his pockets as he watches Violet bend over and slip the jeans down her legs.  The panties she’s wearing are no doubt designer too – French, by the look of them.  To spare himself her annoyance of having to buy another pair of those, he decides to hang back and enjoy the sight of her undressing in front of him.
For him, really.  The way she wriggles her hips and slowly pulls down her panties makes it fairly clear that she’s exaggerating her movements, too.
He smirks and tilts his head, taking her in as he responds, “You’ve got a dozen pairs of jeans.  I’m sure having one less won’t be such an issue.”
Violet makes a face at him and straightens up, completely naked and utterly gorgeous as she tosses her panties to the side and puts her hands on her hips.  The action annunciates her slim waist and long fingers, and the fire that burns beneath Carlisle’s skin intensifies.
“That is such a male thing to say,” she replies with a sigh, and turns to the bathtub.  She can feel his eyes on her the entire time as she slips into the water.  It might have unnerved her, had she not become used to his assessing eyes and calm mannerisms.  Now it just makes her feel excited and aroused to know that he is paying such singular attention to her every move.
When she leans back and gets comfortable, Violet glances over at him and raises an eyebrow.  “What are you waiting for?”
He smiles and walks forward, but doesn’t try to take his clothes off like she assumes he will.  Instead, Carlisle pulls up a short stool behind the tub and starts casually rolling up his sleeves.
“I’m not getting in,” he tells her.  When she tries to sit up to face him, Carlisle plants his hands on her shoulders and presses her gently back down.  He keeps his hands there as he leans in and murmurs, “This is for you.  Now relax.”
She opens her mouth to question him, but when he starts massaging her shoulders, Violet can only purr and melt into his hands.
“Have I ever told you you’re an amazing man?” she wonders, tilting her head back to glance up at him.  The smile he sends her makes him look boyishly handsome and endlessly attractive.
“You’ve probably mentioned it before,” he says softly, leaning down to kiss her cheeks before pulling back and moving his hands to the back of her neck.  She settles into his movements with a happy sigh.
“You are,” she murmurs, closing her eyes and enjoying his touch.  Not for the first time, she thinks she’s a very lucky woman to be able to call him her own.  Meeting him was the best thing to happen to her.  She can’t imagine how lonely her life would have been had he not asked to be a part of it.
She voices her thoughts when she sighs out, “I’m very lucky, you know.  Not every woman can say she’s got such a perfect man.”
Carlisle laughs quietly and shifts his fingers from her neck to her collar, thumbs brushing over her skin as he makes his way down her down.  He leans over her to reach her breasts, once again taking them against his palms and running his touch over her nipples.
“We’re both lucky,” he whispers to her, and leans down to take her mouth against his.
She coils up to kiss him harder, lifting a hand to press against his cheek, fingertips brushing over the soft blonde hair that frame his face.  A soft sighing moan overtakes her as his thumbs press over her nipples, circling them with just the right amount of firm gentleness that he often graces her with.  His every action is familiar and yet new, refreshed in a way that makes her want him more than ever.  And the fact that he is fully dressed as he leans over her only makes her arousal pound through her that much faster, nearly shocking in its potency.
She decides to do something about that when she guides one of his hands down her stomach.
Carlisle pulls away to catch her eye, raises an eyebrow at her silent order.  She smiles innocently up at him and he laughs, kissing her again and letting her hand pull his to the apex of her thighs.
“Touch me,” she whispers against his lips, a quiet plead that makes the fire spark into a furnace of desire.  He cannot deny her.  Doesn’t want to try.  So he slips his hand between her spread thighs and sinks his fingers into her folds.
Her reaction is immediate and very gratifying.  With a moan, Violet pushes her hips down into his hand and drags his face closer to hers, nipping at his bottom lip and drawing it into her mouth to bite at it.  He sighs out and kisses her harder, pressing his fingers against her core with equal firmness.  It seems that he intends on making her crazy very fast, because the way his fingers immediately circle her clit and press down against the button at the top has her keening against his mouth.
Touching her, kissing her, it all makes his arousal burn faster and brighter with each moment.  He’s hard beneath his trousers, straining up against the layers of fabric.  For all his years though, it is easy to ignore – for now.  This is for her, and pleasuring her brings him just as much happiness as receiving pleasure in return.  It is a perfect blend of that giving and receiving that makes Carlisle spin her arousal into something much more potent.
How he can bring her to orgasm so quickly, she doesn’t know, but before she is fully aware of it, Carlisle’s touch is making her body combust right there in the tub.  His fingers slip inside her, thrusting so fast that the water jostles and slaps at the sides of the porcelain.  His thumb brushes against her clit quickly, unforgiving in his pursuit of her finish – and the hand that lingers at her breast becomes more insistent as he squeezes her nipple between his fingers and grips her breast harder.  It’s all too much and the sensory overload has its effects on her.
Soon she is gasping into his mouth, eyes helpless and wide as she stares at him.  He pulls back to watch her expression with dark, hungry eyes, drinking her in as her body sparks to life beneath his touch.  Her orgasm makes her see stars on the ceiling of the bathroom, sparkling down at her for several brief moments before she closes her eyes and gives into the rush of adrenaline coursing through her.  Hips jerk up, and she gives a drawn out moan that has Carlisle biting down on his tongue to keep his self control locked tightly up.
When her orgasm fades, Violet moans again and murmurs, “That wasn’t fair.”
Her words make Carlisle laugh and pull away.  “I didn’t hear you complain before.”
She bites her lip and moans again, extricating herself from his arm and sitting up in the tub.  When she turns to him, she looks pointedly down at the bulge in his trousers and leans forward to place her arms on the edge of the bathtub.
“Maybe we should even out of the odds, hmm?  Come here,” she murmurs, catching his eyes with hers.  There is something hungry in that gaze that has Carlisle edging forward.  Any complaint he might have had completely fades away when Violet’s hands slide over the top of his thighs, too close to his crotch for him to possibly be able to ignore.
When she rubs her fingers over his clothed length, Carlisle decides that ignoring her has never done him any good and he doesn’t plan on trying any time soon, especially now.
“Take your shirt off,” she tells him, glancing up to give him a little smirk.  He smiles back and obeys, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his body.  As he does, she unbuttons her trousers and pulls his cock out, fisting her hand around his erection and giving it a few pumps.  The shiver that unspools through him is reward enough for her actions, but Violet doesn’t intend to stop there.
She leans forward in the tub and guides his cock to her mouth, darting her tongue over his head and tracing around it.  Carlisle watches her every movement as she slowly takes him into her mouth, cheeks pulling in and sucking at him.  He isn’t able to stop the groan that spills from his throat at the sight and feel of her – though he does make an attempt to halt the sound.  Violet is glad that he’s unsuccessful.  The noises he makes do silly little things to her body.
She takes it slow, at first, but in retribution to the fast way he had made her come before, the slow movements don’t last very long.  Soon, she is pumping him into her mouth quickly, sucking hard, drawing teasing little licks over his tip before starting over again.  And Carlisle is leaning forward, fingers slipping into her hair, eyes zeroed in on the way his cock enters and leaves her lips as if he can’t possibly look away.  The intensity of his gaze easily makes her arousal spark up again, once more pounding through her insistently.
The way he can arouse her with such minimal effort used to frighten her, but now she craves it.
His fingers tighten around her hair as he watches her, shifting it back to the base of her neck.  He’s sitting on the very edge of the stool, and it takes more control than he can admit to not buck his hips up and push his cock further into her mouth.  His orgasm threatens him from the back of his mind, and every thrust of her lips and teasing touch of her tongue has it unfurling that much faster.  Which is why Carlisle suddenly moves his fingers from her hair to her face, halting her downward movements abruptly.
She lingers there for a moment with the tip of his cock between her lips.  Her eyes shift up to lock with his, and she can nearly see the frayed control make itself known in his gaze.  His expression looks pained, almost, as if stopping her had been an act of immense willpower.  She has no doubt that it was – but that doesn’t stop her from swirling her tongue against the tip of his member in a flourish of mischief.
Carlisle’s throat convulses at the action.  He draws her head back before she can do anymore damage on his control and is up out of the stool within seconds.  Even Violet’s matched superhuman abilities do not allow her to fully follow his movements from then on, and she finds herself in his arms so quickly that she is left miles behind.
With a laughing squeal, Violet clamps her around her his neck as he rushes them out of the bathroom, not even bothering to towel her off before dropping her onto the rose petal bed.  She lands in the center, naked and wet amidst the gentle fragrance of roses, and watches as her husband quickly strips himself of the trousers that still cling to his hips.
She can’t quite match his fast movements, but when he crawls onto the bed as naked as her, Violet can certainly admire them.
He’s nestling against her before she can so much as speak, body laying flat against the length of hers.  She revels in the feel of him against her, the way he tilts her chin up to kiss her, the way his fingers splay out over her thigh to shift it aside.  His hips press down into hers and the hard length of his cock makes her quiver beneath him, eager for more.
There is nothing quite like the fullness of having him inside her – it is indescribable and more intimate than she can coherently put into words.  But when Carlisle lines himself up and thrusts into her, she decides that she’s never really needed words anyway, not with him.  He is her match in so many ways, and as he hilts himself within her, expression soft and eyes softer, Violet can only hold onto him and kiss him just as softly.
The quickness of their foreplay doesn’t appear to make a rebound in the bedroom.  Carlisle is gentle with her, as always, but there is a firmness in his lovemaking that has her begging for more.  It’s cold but warm, hard but soft, tranquil but energetic – uniquely him.  She rises up to meet his thrusts, to take him farther inside her, and falls into the beautiful way he loves her.
It’s so easy to do so.  He kisses her gently even as his thrusts quicken, hips pinning hers down to the mattress with every downward movement.  She wraps her legs around his waist and locks her ankles together behind his back, heels digging into his skin and forcing him deeper.  There is a reverence to the way he touches her, hands smoothing over her body every now and then in between the raw, frantic moments of his lovemaking.
But the wilderness is constantly shifting, circling like gravity that plucks at their bodies, and Carlisle cannot hold it off for much longer.  When Violet murmurs his name with that shaky reverence, he knows it is futile.  And when she tips her head back and comes, the sight and feel of her send him abruptly over the edge as well.
“Carlisle – “ she gasps, her voice a scrape of abandonment.  Her body quickly follows suit, falling into the mattress as her muscles contract around him.  Her orgasm pulls her expression into a lovely sight that Carlisle cannot look away from.  He hovers over her with dark, hungry eyes and allows her to drag him down into her.
With a shuddering groan, he spills himself inside her, continuing his thrusts until the last traces of pleasure recede.  Then he begins littering her face and neck with kisses, shifting his body to her side as he rolls off of her.  He gathers her up in his arms with a sigh and pulls her against him.  Violet smiles as he tucks her into his side, throwing a leg over his and chuckling.
“…What is it?” he wonders, eyes closed despite the fact that neither of them feel tired.  They haven’t felt exhaustion in decades and a few bedroom antics aren’t going to make them start.
Violet hums and kisses his chest.  “I was just thinking how nice it is to have the house to ourselves.  It’s been a long time since we’ve had all this privacy.”  She nudges his leg with hers and tilts her head up to smirk at him.  Her eyes twinkle with subdued mischief – subdued, because Carlisle well knows that it won’t be like that for much longer.
He fights off a smile and gives her a raised eyebrow.  “We have three days of complete privacy.  I can’t imagine how we’re going to spend it all.”
The way his hand slips down her body tells Violet that he can, in fact, imagine.  She giggles.
“A shame you have hospital shifts,” she murmurs, arching her body up so she is hovering just above him, their faces close as she threads her fingers into his hair.  Carlisle’s smile returns, but this time he doesn’t bother fighting it off.
“I managed to move two of them to other days.  We’ll have plenty of time to ourselves,” he responds, and leans up to kiss her.
Violet happily kisses him back.  She can’t stop her smile from weaving over her lips.
Against his mouth she whispers, “Mmm…you are an amazing man.”
He grins.  Then abruptly rolls her over.  Violet laughs loudly, though he muffles her laughter when he leans down to press his mouth to hers again.
They make the most of their privacy over the course of those three days.

  1. No comments yet? Gasp! How absolutely thrilling to have a vampire as a lover. It's funny because I read this in Carlile's voice lol, I may never be able to watch the movies or read the books again without going, "who's Esme?" You can rewrite history in its entirety and no one would notice. Well written as always, and as always, left me craving for more!

  2. Hijikata request included?? -This lemon was great by the way ;)

  3. So well written! You're so talented and I look forward to more stories <3

  4. I love this! I hope you make more for Carlisle in the future <3

  5. Omg I loved this I hope you make more^_^


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#150112 - 04/10/07 05:04 PM Men and pornography
Ken Singer, LCSW Offline

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Came across this book review that might be of interest:

Shame and Guilt

Excerpt from a NEW Book

Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity

Robert Jensen, journalism professor at the University of Texas at Austin and

board member of the Third Coast Activist Resource Center

If we are to fashion not only an argument from justice but also an argument from self-interest, the task is to explain to men why giving up those commercial sexual transactions and striving to achieve greater equality and power-sharing in our lives is a good thing -- for men. Much of this book has laid out the argument that whatever benefits men derive from the dominant conception of masculinity, they come at a huge cost; we never feel man enough, and hence remain in an uneasy state in relation to ourselves, other men, and women. I have argued that when we objectify women and use sex as a way to feel power over women, we reduce the richness of intimacy and experience sex primarily as a quest for an ultimately unfulfilling narrowed sense of physical pleasure.

From that somewhat abstract level, I want to talk in more specific detail about the emotional realities of using pornography, in an attempt to go deeper into men's struggles. And then I want to put those emotional questions back into political context, to make sure we stay focused on the question of justice, for all.

One of the most noticeable changes in the way men use pornography in the past three decades is the level of openness with which men discuss the subject. When I was a young man, the ways we acknowledged pornography use to other men was complex. As children, a lot of pornography viewing was in groups, in part because the magazines were available but still a rather precious commodity and hence shared. As we grew older, there were some collective outings to see pornographic movies and some group viewing of magazines, but by that time much of our pornography use was solitary, and primarily to facilitate masturbation.

As teenagers and young adults, we all knew we were all doing it, but we didn't talk much about it. That was in part because pornography use was always double-edged. On the one hand, it was a guy thing that we all did; to use pornography was to be one of the boys. Yet open acknowledgement of the use of pornography as a masturbation aid left one open to possible ridicule, especially once boys reached the age when sex with girls was plausible (sex with other boys was equally plausible, of course, but unacceptable to acknowledge). We had to be careful about how openly we talked about pornography use, lest another boy use our admission against us by suggesting that we masturbated to pornography because we "couldn't get any," meaning sex from a woman. At the same time pornography use helped define you as a man, it also could be turned against you as proof you weren't man enough.

On this front, things have changed. For many men today, open and explicit talk about pornography is common. No doubt many men still feel conflicted and hide their use, especially from female friends and partners who may disapprove, but for men to acknowledge that they regularly use pornography is no longer so fraught with the same danger. Howard Stern -- the radio/television host whose talk show regularly features pornography performers -- and his imitators have made it common fare in mainstream media, and that open acknowledgment of pornography use seems to have become the norm for many men.

Although it is more out in the open, I'm not sure men using pornography today totally escape the struggle with shame that many of my generation remember, or still experience, around pornography use. In an earlier chapter I talked about the cycle of men being attracted to pornography because of the intensity of the sexual experience it provided, in a context that doesn't require us to be open to a sex partner and hence vulnerable. After orgasm, many men feel that shame.

That shame can lead to a declaration to oneself not to use pornography again, which typically is abandoned the next time the desire for a sexual feeling without the complications of another person arises. That cycle can go on indefinitely. To paraphrase an observation attributed to Mark Twain about smoking, many men might say, "Quitting pornography is easy -- I've done it hundreds of times."

I'm not suggesting that is how all men experience pornography, but that basic pattern was very much my experience, and I have heard it from many other men over the years. It produces in men a very conflicted sense of self and sex, as seen in this comment from one of the self-identified pornography users I interviewed in a study in the early 1990s. This man was at the time of the interview a 34-year-old heating-and-refrigeration repairman, who spent much of his work day driving from one job site to the next, which presented the opportunity to drive past pornographic shops. Even when he had no conscious plans to visit one, he said:

It's like a #@*%ing bee line to the [adult bookstore]. I'll be thinking about something else and driving along, and all of a sudden there the #@*% I am, sitting in front of the place. I've felt like, you know, why control it. Just #@*%ing do what you want to do, and whatever. Pretty much constant my whole life. I think sex is fun and sex is good, stuff like that. I don't see anything wrong with that at all.

That comment captures much of the internal turmoil that many men experience.

Pornography use can have addictive-like qualities, and the desire for that rush of intensity that pornography provides can seem to overwhelm one's ability to make conscious decisions. In the face of the power of those images, it's tempting to resolve the tension by suppressing it, by adopting a "porn is harmless fun" line, not only with others but with oneself.

The problem, of course, is that the internal tension is not so easily erased.

Pornography's defenders often argue that this is simply a by-product of a sexually repressive culture, and no doubt for some men a history of sexual repression, often rooted in religious ideology, can play a role in their feelings of shame. But from my experience -- and, again, similar experiences reported by other men -- there is another process at work: the recognition that turning women into objects on a page or a screen in order to feel sexual pleasure is unhealthy for everyone, that it demeans everyone. After two decades of listening to men speak about this, I believe that many of us -- no matter what we say in public or to ourselves -- at some level understand that such a sexuality and such a use of women is inconsistent with building a decent world based on our stated principles concerning justice. We know it, as much through our emotional experiences as through rational thought, and that knowledge bedevils us, leading to shame.

That knowledge is important, but the shame is counterproductive and undermines our ability to find our way clear. To help in that process, I want to suggest that men work to replace that sense of shame with a sense of guilt.

At first glance, that may seem like a nonsensical statement, given that the terms shame and guilt are often used in tandem, as if they name the same concept. I won't attempt a full philosophical or psychological analysis, but instead point to a common distinction made between the two -- "shame" names the feeling that one is bad, while "guilt" describes the recognition that one has done a bad thing. In this sense, shame is destructive because it can so easily lead to a self-loathing that hinders a person's emotional development. If one believes oneself to be bad in some intrinsic sense -- as if it is a part of one's self -- then it becomes difficult to imagine modifying the bad behavior that stems from an intrinsic failing. Shame, in this sense, is always a negative.

But guilt is more complex. It's a positive aspect of human psychology to be able to recognize when one has engaged in an act that is contrary to one's own moral and/or political principles, especially when that act injures another. Without the capacity to recognize that gap between who we say we are and how we behave, it's difficult to imagine individuals or societies making moral and political progress, toward a more just world. In that sense, guilt is a necessary part of the process of acknowledging our mistakes, being accountable for them, and moving forward. Yet it's also possible to feel excessively guilty, to focus on one's mistakes in an unbalanced fashion that leads not to action but to a kind of emotional or moral paralysis.

So, shame tends to keep us locked in dysfunctional behavior, while guilt can be a step toward accountability for past actions and change in the future. If we reject shaming men about their use, misuse, or abuse of women, we need not reject the positive role of guilt, which can be a productive part of a process by which one comes to see that an action was morally unacceptable and can rectify, to the degree possible, injuries done to others and begin the process of ensuring the bad action is not repeated.

Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity begins with the simple demand of the culture: "Be a man." It closes with a defiant response: "I chose to struggle to be a human being." And in between, it offers a candid and intelligent exploration of porn's devastating role in helping to define conventional masculinity. In other words: In our culture, porn makes the man.

Robert Jensen can be reached at rjensen@uts.cc.utexas.edu and his articles can be found online at http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~rjensen/index.html

Blissfully retired after 35 years treating sexual abuse

#150168 - 04/10/07 09:44 PM Re: Men and pornography [Re: Ken Singer, LCSW]
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Originally Posted By: Ken Singer, LCSWThis reminds me of how things were with porn when I was a teenager. Where I grew up, porn usually meant nothing rougher than "Playboy", and yep, copies got shared around and pawed, and you were soooo cool if you were the one who could snag a copy from your big brother's stash.

In college we got really raunchy 8 mm porn films on themes like "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" or "Woman's Best Friend" and so on and so forth. Our source was our garbage man lol.

I remember when "The Joy of Sex" came out. What a sensation. No one had the courage to go buy a copy, but one of my friends stole one and of course was mobbed by all the rest of the group for weeks.

In the past my attitude was pretty laid back about porn. I didn't worry about my son seeing it, simply because I felt that he would see it regardless of what I said or did and I didn't want to add to its allure the attraction of being forbidden.

In recent years, however, I've become rather more negative about it, though I don't judge guys who enjoy it or use it. It just seems to me that in addition to being exploitive it turns sex into something purely physical and transactional. There's a lot of my abuse issues in there, of course. Porn reminds me of how I was treated as a bo


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How exactly does Tantra massage work? A thorough explanation of the whole process

Are you curious about the workings of a tantra massage – one of the most popular treatmentsthat combines deep eroticism with genuine physical and emotional therapy, not to mention having philosophical and meditative undertones? If so, we’ll be glad to shed some more light on this remarkable procedure. Read on if you want to learn more!

It’s no secret that a tantra massage is very sensual, but it doesn’t end there

Indeed – this procedure is meant to help you embrace the sensual and erotic urges and impulses, but also use them to work to your advantage. Both you and your therapist will most likely be naked and no part of the body will be left untouched when all is over. The nakedness also has another aspect to it other than the erotic – it symbolises openness and closeness, which further facilitates the emotional aspect of the whole procedure.

How is the whole thing done?

  • The initial stage is typically resembling a meditative ritual. Your masseuse will sit opposite of you and encourage you to close your eyes and clear your mind, after which she will teach you the basics of correct, rhythmical and synchronised breathing that further the feeling of ease and control. Once you get used to the right breathing technique, your massage can begin properly.
  • You get to lie down and your body will get covered in aromatic massage oils which will further boost every touch that will follow after. Alternatively, the whole thing will start with you being gently stimulated by luxurious and fantasy-sparking props such as ostrich feathers, soft furs and other objects.
  • The massage is characterised by slow, gentle, suspending strokes that build up arousal and keep you right at the edge of orgasm. But you shouldn’t let go just yet, but rather use your breathing to control the urge to climax and postpone it until you build up even more energy.
  • The excited, aroused state of mind that you find yourselves in enables the hidden feelings and repressed thoughts to surface and perhaps reach a resolution or be washed away in waves of pleasure once you let the final, long-delayed orgasm overwhelm you. People can cry or be overjoyed as a result of an orgasm and there’s no shame in it. It’s what tantra is there for!

Sexually therapeutic potential of tantra

Is there a potential for tantra to be sexually therapeutic? The answer is simply: “yes”. The intimate aspect is very strong in this massage and there’s a complete openness and non-judgemental approach with which you’re catered to. You’re free to explore yourself and your sexuality without any fear, but no one will be forcing you to go beyond the limits of what you find comfortable. The whole procedure is brimming with yet untapped sexual energy which you’ll learn to master and control and utilise. It’s not hard to see the implicationsof this for your own sexuality. If you’re suffering from low libido and low sex drive – which is more common than you might think, have problems with erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation – tantra can significantly help in remedying these. It’s of course important to maintain consistency and one tantric session may not be enough – it’s an art that takes long to master, but its benefits (whether directly sexual or not) will stick with you afterwards!

Now you should know more both about how a tantric massage works and how it can positively impact your sexuality.

Do you see tantric massage eventually making its way into the mainstream – perhaps being prescribed by doctors? What other ways of treating sexual-related problems are out there and how do you think they could complement tantra and meaningfully work together? Feel free to discuss in the comments below!


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Natalie slammed the door shut and leaned heavily against it. She let out a deep breath in the vain hope it would relieve the troubles of the day. It did not. Leaving all her things piled at the door, Natalie moved into the room proper and flopped down on the couch; immediately sinking into the overstuffed cushions.

The brunette let out another breath when a tingle reminded her that something else needed to relax.

"Sorry." She mumbled as she fumbled with the button on her pants. It clicked not a moment too soon, followed by the sound of her zipper being undone. She let out a sigh as the pressure on her crotch released. Without leaving the couch Natalie arched her back and shimmied out of her pants. They went flying across the room; joining the rest of her stuff by the door.

Natalie slid a hand underneath her boxers to her prize. Her 8 inch long flaccid penis flopped out of her shorts; rejoicing at its new found freedom and the cool air of the apartment.

"Sorry buddy," Natalie said to her cock. "I didn't know it was going to be that hot out."

It was hot out, and Natalie choose her outfit poorly for the day. The temperature and general humidity created a rather unpleasant situation going on in her pants. She envied girls that didn't have that issue. Well, not too much. She gave her member a loving squeeze. "Let's get ourselves a bath."

Natalie Portman was a futanari, otherwise known as a 3C. Nature had given her a dick and she loved it. Embraced it really. She heard that some people hid their endowments, but not her. It was a blessing that she enjoyed.

Natalie slid off the couch and made her way to the bathroom; her flaccid dick swinging between her thighs the entire time. Her barefeet rejoiced in hitting the cool tile of the bathroom. Flicking on the lightswitch, she wandered over to the tub, a giant model that could fit several people, and turned on the water. As the water filled, Natalie stripped out of her remaining clothes. Her button up shirt disappeared as did her tank top leaving her in just a bra and boxers. Reaching behind, she freed the straps of the bra letting it slide off her body.

Now free, her breasts rejoiced at their freedom. Yet she ignored them and stripped off her boxers. Her cock already swung free but now the twins joined him in freedom. No more tight pants on days like this. She thought to herself as she scratched her balls absently. No matter, bath time.

The warm water flowed all around Natalie as she sank into the tub. Within moments she could feel the stress of the day melting away. Epsom salt really helped with that. Massaging her sore shoulders, she imagined it was one of co-stars. Emma Watson perhaps? The pixie-ish British beauty with the infectious smile. Maybe she learned a spell from her Harry Potter days that could relax muscles. Kiera Knightley? Essentially she was Natalie's sister. Perhaps she would message them later. Yet, they had their own shoots to do today and would probably be in the same condition. When was the last time they met for girl time? A few months? Far too long.

When she was good and pruned Natalie pulled the plug; sad to have her bath end. The brunette let all the water drain out before she stood up. It was odd yes, but she had two reasons. First, she didn't want to slip. Natalie had slipped in the bathtub before, she didn't crack her head open but she wound up straddling the tub edge instead. Natalie nearly passed out when her balls were crushed like that; she didn't want to repeat that experience. Secondly, the water flowing around her felt oddly sensual, like resting in a flowing creek. Natalie was all about sensuality. With a resigned sigh she hefted herself out of the tub and toweled off.

Natalie stood in the bathroom admiring her form. Starting with her smooth face. It was looking radiant today, without a single imperfection. Her lips puffed out slightly and looked so soft and moist. Kissable she decided. They curled slightly into a light smile. Natalie tussled her hair and admired her brunette locks. Even after all she had done, and the insane heat today her hair was still looking radiant. Her tresses were shiny and luxurious in the soft light. She teased her hair out slightly and continued her inspection.

Below her face her slender neck was, as always, the same. She moved further down. Her breasts were succulent. They stood proud for their inspection, her areola were slightly puffed out and her nipples were just a little erect. Natalie hefted each breast experimentally. No larger than a handful they were perfect for her frame. I've been good to them and they're showing their appreciation. Natalie gasped as she flicked each nipple and traced her areola in thanks.

Let's not get too carried away now. Her eyes drifted lower to her midsection. Her stomach was nice and firm. Not overly taut like a fitness model, but fit. It possessed a slight feminine pooch with a hint of six pack. Natalie traced a finger along the faint lines and smiled. Sexy. She poked her cute little innie belly button.

Natalie's eyes continued their journey to her other features. Of course she meant her most prominent feature, the one that made her who she is. Slightly pruned from her bath, her flaccid cock hung between her legs. 8 inches of cock. 8 inches of flaccid cock she corrected herself. When hard her cock became a solid of foot of meat. None of her lovers complained, in fact all of them came back for more. She smiled at that thought. Been awhile since I've seen Mila. Maybe I should give her a call. Just underneath her two balls swung freely in her sack. Each one the size of a golf ball; each one producing copious amounts of sperm.

She paused as she inspected, well admired really, her vaginal lips. Pulling her large dick and balls out of the way she carefully ran a finger over them They were swollen and slightly puffed out. If she didn't know any better she'd swear they were expecting something tonight. Natalie giggled. "Maybe you are."

Natalie now got to her derriere. She turned to the side and modeled it from all sides. Her hips seemed wider than usual but this didn't bother her. It did it fact please her. Her hips and butt all seemed so womanly to her. It was almost completely sensual to Natalie as she rubbed her cheeks this way and that, really just admiring the way her butt looked at flared out. Feminine. She thought. With much effort she moved her gaze lower.

Her thighs were about the same. They were thick, but not overly so. They just looked so proportional to her. She admired her feet as best as she could. She'd have to paint her nails tomorrow she decided, especially if she was going to wear sandals. The boots she decided to wear today, while sexy, were a complete mistake. Her feet just baked inside of the black leather.

"Are you done yet?"

Natalie screamed and panicked. She turned frantically looking for a towel; accidentally slapping her dick against the sink. Natalie grunted and still searched until her brain processed the voice. "Jesus Kiera, how long have you been here?"

Kiera Knightley sat on the toilet; not using it but rather paging through a magazine. "Awhile. I've been watching your little inspection. By the way your new 3C Magazine arrived."

Natalie sighed, rubbing her dick where it hit the unforgiving ceramic. "Thanks. How'd you get in here?"

Kiera put the magazine down and looked at her partner. "You gave me a key. Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh that's right." Natalie rubbed her temples. "Sorry my brain is a little baked."

"Summer heat got you?"

"More like those idiots on set."

"Awww... I'll make you feel better." Kiera approached Natalie in a saunter. Natalie eyes traced Kiera's body as she approached. Kiera was a little less shapely, certainly up top. Yet, she had a fantastic little ass and wonderfully pouty lips; perfect for oral activities. Even better, she had a magnificent bulge hanging between her legs. Kiera was wearing a white tank top and tan shorts. Said clothing did little to hide her body. Even more so as it was slowly being stripped away. Natalie admired how her shorts bulged out with her member. Last time they measured, Kiera came in at 6 inches soft. Hard she was about 10, and as her shorts slid off her body it was obvious she was heading in that direction. Her dick bulged out of her panties until those hit the floor.

Kiera slid down before Natalie. Her hands gently taking the member up. One hand traced along her shaft while the other cupping Natalie's balls.

"You feel full. When was the last time you really let go?"

"Ahhh, 2 weeks...?"

"Far long." Kiera wrapped her hands around Natalie's soft member; gently teasing it to life. She then shifted to one side and stuck her head in; burying her nose in her lover's crotch.

Natalie felt Kiera's tongue reach out and lap at her balls. Kiera had excellent oral skills learned through hours of practice. They were now being put to good use as she ran her tongue along Natalie's member.

"I missed you." Kiera didn't look up when she said that. She could have been talking about Natalie or her dick; she didn't care. All that mattered right now was the pleasure she was receiving.

"Show me." Natalie managed to moan out.

Kiera began to pump Natalie's cock; both hands rubbing the thick tool. Already rock hard, it bounced with her movements. Then Kiera's mouth joined the fray. She started by blowing a stream of air at the her tip, aiming right for the slit.

Natalie loved the cool air wrapped around her dick. The head on her dick tingled from the feeling and sent those on to her other head causing her to shiver with pleasure. As her hands worked Kiera scooted closer until she was able to lap at the head.

Treating it like a completely oversized lollipop, she took long slow licks at the underside; drenching it with her saliva. From the tip a small bead of pre formed from the slit. This too was quickly gobbled up by the greedy Kiera.

Soon though was the main event. The brunettes' mouth opened wide and she took the member into her mouth. Natalie moaned as Kiera's hot breath poured around her cock. Kiera carefully feed more and more of it into her mouth; treating it like a straw as she sucked on it. No doubt anxious to receive its' payload.

Kiera kept on feeding the member into her mouth; her mouth widening comically to fit it in. When she felt she had enough, Kiera began to bob; thrusting the dick in and out with gusto. If Natalie could see how her cock bulged out Kiera's throat she would've cum immediately. Since she didn't the brunette had to rely on just the stimulation her lover provided.

As Kiera blew her lover, she reached down and starting playing with her own dick. Her sizeable 10 inch member felt warm in her hand; even more so as she started to pump, slathering it with the steady stream of precum she was leaking out.

Natalie death gripped the sink as her knees began to wobble. Kiera was taking her all in and seemed to be making her dick vibrate as it passed through her throat. Another skill that Natalie praised her for. It was so much pleasure Natalie thought she might tumble to the ground; she curled her toes to try and stave off the oncoming orgasm.

"God, I'm about to cum!" Natalie shouted. Kiera seemed to hear her and redoubled her own efforts. Natalie's legs went weak as she felt her balls retract. This was going to be a big one.

Natalie came in long spurts; her cock bucked and continued to spray down her partner. Kiera, for her part, tried to keep up but there was far too much cum coming out for her to get it down. Some managed to squeak out past her lips and dribble down her chin.

After 30 seconds or so, Natalie was spent. The last of her jizz shot out and her dick started to soften. Regretfully, she withdrew her member from Kiera. The nearly flaccid cock dripped with cum and saliva as it exited, one thin strand connecting the two. Kiera didn't cum herself, but that didn't matter, only Natalie's pleasure.

Kiera swallowed the remaining load in her mouth. "Mmm. Far too long."

"So I know you didn't just come by to blow me. What gives?" Natalie asked; absently flipping through a script. The pair had moved from the bathroom and now naked sat in the living room; praying the air conditioning would turn on or the sun would turn off.

Kiera was stretched out across the sofa, her nude body draped across it as if she was at a photo shoot. She flipped through Natalie's 3C magazine, her erect cock telling Natalie everything about the issue. "I found another one."

Natalie slammed down her script in joy. "You did?"

Kiera nodded. "I did. Avril Lavigne."

"That little punk princess? How big could she be?" Natalie was a little indignant, she had never bothered to really look at Avril; her music was not her style.

"No idea, but Emma confirmed it and..." The British woman brandished her phone, "gave me her number."

"Oooh." Natalie rung her hands together, "You want to break one in today?"

"What does this tell you?" Kiera pointed to her erect member. That was the only answer Natalie needed.

The door opened revealing Avril Lavigne. The tiny rock star was in everything you'd expect her to be. A battered Ramones t-shirt covered her upper body while a pair of skater shorts that had obviously seen better days covered the rest of her figure. Her dainty feet were in a pair of worn in Chuck Taylor's. Sparing a glance at her outfit, Natalie might think the petite blonde just came from a skater park. Yet, Natalie didn't notice any of that. Instead her eyes were drawn to the monumental bulge that pressed out of Avril's shorts. Her eyes traced the outline of her flaccid member has it went down the blonde's right thigh, seeming to end just before the shorts did.

"Hi!" Avril was chipper despite her punk appearance.

"Hi, come on in." Natalie opened the door wider and watched as Avril entered in. Her eyes flashed to Kiera. The British brunette also had her eyes glued to the blonde. Kiera looked to be mentally undressing her and eye fucking her.

"Nice place you have here." Avril giggled, "I didn't realize I was interrupting a nude day."

"We were just having some fun. Long day and all." Natalie explained. "Also lack of air conditioning."

"Oooh mind if I join you?"

"Sure. Why...not..." Avril already had her shirt over her head before Natalie finished her sentence. That was why Avril was invited here after all...mostly. In Natalie's mind she was the alpha of her pack of 3Cs; discovering a new one meant bringing them into her hold and dominating them. Though as she watched Avril strip she knew that may not be the case. Natalie definitely had Avril beat in the breast department. However, those gumdrop sized nipples looked incredibly suckable. She gulped nervously as Avril unbuckled her pants.

A massive shaft sprung into view as Avril's pants slid down. It was incredibly thick, and just seemed to keep going as those pants went down. It curved slightly as it jutted out from Avril's crotch. Yet, the reason for that was abundantly clear. Two orange sized testicles hung just below her member. One of those cum factories alone dwarfed both of Natalie's. The shorts hit the floor and Natalie was flabbergasted. Avril's pillar of pleasure hung down almost a foot, nearly to her knees. She was about as big as Natalie, and completely flaccid.

"Jesus." Kiera shouted and slammed her thighs together defensively. Her own member was starting to rise again.

"Hehe, thanks. He does have that effect on people." Avril hefted her cock once then let it fall. It slapped against her thighs with a dull thud.

"How big is that?" Kiera asked. Natalie was slightly taken aback by Kiera's interest.

"Hmm, I don't know. It's been awhile since I've measured it." Avril looked down at her flaccid member.

"Can I?"

"Be my guest."

Kiera stood up and searched went into the bathroom. She return a moment later with a fabric tape measure and sat down in front of Avril. A slender hand wrapped around the blondes' member testing its' weight.

"So heavy." The British brunette was getting a little glassy eyed as she drank in its' form.

"Kiera!" Natalie shouted. Not because she wasn't measuring Avril's member, but because she was so enamored with it. Well, in all fairness Kiera did have a cock obsession.

"What?" Kiera looked annoyed as she was ripped from her inspection. "Oh, right the measurements."

Natalie moved to sit down in the seat nearest the door; Watching carefully as the British brunette placed the tape measure at base of the cock then ran it down to its tip.

"Wow." Kiera's eyes grew wide in disbelief.

"10.25 inches. Soft." Kiera announced while Natalie looked dumbfounded. Avril just giggled.

"Looks like I grew a little."

Kiera rose to her feet and came back a moment later with her phone in her hand. "Can I get a picture?"

"You want a pic of me?" Avril asked.

"Just your dick. I collect them."

"Sure." Avril was concerned about her privacy. A few months back a lot of people got hacked from the iCloud disaster. Several friends got outed in that incident.

"Thanks. Now if you could just..." Kiera went and started moving Avril around posing her how she wanted.

Avril looked over at Natalie. "Is she always like this?"

"Always. She's a cock collector." Natalie responded flatly. She was getting really upset at the attention Avril was getting from Kiera. Let's break this bitch already.

"Perfect." Kiera snapped the picture she wanted. Avril was turned slightly to the side with her legs poised. The viewer could see the entire flaccid length of her dick and the swell of her large sack. Of course you could also see the shape of Avril's pert butt.

"May I?" Avril held out her hand and Kiera passed the phone over. "Wow that's hot. Do you have more?"

"There's an app on there called DM Input. Open that up." Kiera answered.

"Holy shit!" Avril exclaimed. "How many do you have in here?"

"31 so far. Well now 32." Kiera smiled at Avril.

"Wow." Avril wandered over to the couch and sat down; paging through all the images. Just above there were initials and two sizes. The person and their soft/hard size?

While the blonde was looking through the gallery of gonads Natalie pulled Kiera aside.

"What are you doing?" Natalie demanded

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Why so nice?"

"It's the polite thing to do. Besides look how big that thing is." Kiera pointed at Avril's crotch. The blonde was slowly massaging her member to life.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Yeah I noticed it."

"Aww, you're jealous." Kiera pinched Natalie's ass and sauntered back over to Avril. "Ready for a hard measurement?"

"Almost." Avril kept stroking at her cock while viewing the pictures. Kiera watched in fascination as it engorged; it took on a life of its' own as blood pumped in. Veins bulged as it rose, gently curving up from Avril's lap. The head pointed upward; a fuck you to gravity's pull.

"Let me take over." Kiera pushed aside Avril's hands and started massaging the blonde's member. "Like those?"

"These are so awesome!" Avril exclaimed. "You have a real talent for this."

"Thanks." Though it was ambiguous if she was referring to photography or the hand job.

"Who's this?" Avril held out the phone and showed Kiera the picture. Whoever it was had a gorgeous pair of tan legs. Not to mention a dick that jutted out from their crotch wonderfully. Above the picture were the initials C.C.

"Cheryl Cole." Kiera barely glanced up from her work.

"Wow. She's an 9?"

"Mmmhmmm." Kiera confirmed. "Loves having her balls fondled. I think you're all good now."

Avril looked away from the phone to her massive member. "Yep. Should I stand or..."

"Right there is fine." Kiera retrieved the tape and started to measure again. "Holy shit."

In the background Natalie's ears perked up, she wanted to hear this number.

"14 and 9/10 inches." Kiera stated. "15 inches of solid meat."

Natalie's jaw dropped. No fucking way.

"Phone." Avril presented it to the skinny actress. "This might be the album cover."

"I'm honored. Should I move?"

"No stay right there." Kiera moved about Avril looking for the best shot. Finally she settled for one right next to Avril. It was admittedly quite sexy. Avril's bloated balls resting on her thighs while her dick jutted out from her groin. It curved upward til it was about 8 inches away from her body and even with her nipples. "Perfect."

"Send it to me." Kiera complied and Avril stretched, a grin on her face. "Now what's there to do here besides...woah!"

Kiera attacked Avril's member. Her mouth drawn to the massive meat; hungrily slobbering over the tool. The brunette tried to swallow the turgid tool, yet met with little success. It was simply too big for her to take in given how she was attacking it.

"Woah, woah..you need to slow down." Avril pulled Kiera off of her before pulling her up to her head. She kissed her softly before continuing, "You need to go slow. Just relax your muscles and..yes...that's it!"

The brunette had returned to Avril's member and taken her advice. She relaxed and opened her mouth wide; the monstrous head barely fitting into her mouth. Yet she managed it. Even better, she managed to slowly start sucking on it; Avril shuddered and leaned back into the couch, one hand gliding to her small chest while the other went to Kiera's head. It didn't try to shove her further down the cock; instead it teased her hair and turned the whole encounter into something more sensual.

Natalie stared at the pair jealously. Avril had enthralled Kiera so easily. Was she that good? Or am I that bad? Natalie thought to herself. Her hand subconsciously drifted down to her member. Her solid 12 inches responded to her touch as she began to lightly stroke it.

"Starting without me?" The door to the apartment clicked shut. Emma Watson walked into the room, a smile plastered on her face. She bypassed Natalie and went straight to the duo. "Mmm...hello Avril, glad you could make it."

Avril and Emma locked lips in a kiss; their tongues dueling inside their mouths. "Hey Emma."

Emma bent down to where Kiera was blowing Avril. She pulled her off the cock and locked lips with her fellow Brit.

"And hello to you too." The pair kissed again and then turned their attention to the dick right next to them. They worked as a team, sliding down Avril's member with their tongues til they reached the base, then traveling back up meeting at the tip.

"Oh come on. We can't leave our host out of this." Avril said. All eyes turned to Natalie. The brunette had her fist wrapped around her cock; pleasuring herself to the sight before her. "Emma why don't you..."

"Gladly" The pixie like woman got back on her feet and turned to face Natalie. Clothes disappeared off her body as she made her way to the current alpha. Soon she was standing before Natalie in nothing but her panties; her own bulging member barely contained within the pink underwear.

"You look like you're missing out." Emma stated as she fingered her waistband.

"I'm..." Natalie started to say she was fine but Emma silenced her with a kiss.

"Missing out." The pixie-ish woman straddled Natalie into a hug. Their two cocks pressed up against other; separated only by a thin piece of cotton.

Their lips smacked together in a duel as hands explored the each others' body. A breast was grabbed, a nipple pulled, a butt pinched. Emma gained the upper hand when she twisted her partners' nipple. Leaning into Natalie, her weight brought them down deep into the chair.

Emma then surprised Natalie by pulling off of her. The Harry Potter star climbed down and got down on her knees before her. "Spread'em!"

Natalie complied and cooed as Emma grasped ahold of her cock. She gave it one tender lick then went south. Natalie gripped the armrests as Emma actually went past her balls to her very sensitive, and wet, slit. Emma worked her tongue along each lip before diving in. Her appendage drove deep into her honey pot; lapping at the juices and riling up the brunette.

"Ahhh!! What are you doing?!" Natalie cried out. Emma had never gone this far south. It was practically forbidden.

Emma pulled back, her face splattered with a mix of precum and vaginal juices. "Exactly what's needed!"

Before Natalie could respond Emma tackled her again; this time slathering Natalie's face with her own juices as she kissed her deeply. Who knows what had gotten into the english actress but whatever the role she was playing, she was performing it with gusto.

"Is she ready?" Avril asked from the couch. She and Kiera were in a post coital cuddle, and the blonde was ready to move onto her next lover.

"Ready!" Emma announced, dismounting Natalie and presenting her like an offering. Avril strutted her way over to the stunned brunette, her member sticking out in front of her; pointing the way to Natalie's moist pussy. It was ripe for conquest.

"Turn around." It was a command not a request, and the stunned Natalie complied without even hesitating. Avril drank in the full ass that was now on display; her pussy was ripe and leaking; the lips seemed engorged. She was going to enjoy this.

Avril guided her member in; the large head easily brushing aside any attempts for those luscious lips to stay closed. Natalie screamed as it forced it's way inside. In truth, she was a giver,not a receiver; nothing even close to this size had ever been attempted to be put inside her sex.

"Oooh, that's right!" Avril smacked Natalie's ass. "Don't you love that?!"

Emma had backed off now, watching the scene unfold before her. She wasn't the only one; Kiera wrapped her arms around Emma from behind in a hug.

"Sexy isn't it." Kiera whispered into Emma's ear. Her hands crept down the actresses body until they reached her panties. "Overdressed aren't we?"

With a slight grunt of effort, Emma got her underwear off. They were stretched out considerably as her 8 inch member was fully erect and pulling them away from her body.

"Much better." the taller actress wrapped a hand around Emma's junk; slowly backed them up to the couch.

Kiera hit the furniture and slowly guided down Emma. The brunette gasped as Kiera's 10 inch member presented itself at her entrance. With a sly smile she slid down; her hungry pussy enveloping Kiera's cock.

"Reverse cowgirl today?" Emma asked while looking over her shoulder.

"Mmmhmmm." Kiera reached up and started to massage Emma's mounds as the girl started to run her body up and down her member.

"So good..." Emma cried out as she started to flex in earnest, her ass quaking as she slammed herself down onto Kiera's cock. The sitting brunette emitted a soft moan in delight, her hands pinching down on Emma's nipples.

Meanwhile, Avril's balls were slapping Natalie's thighs as she roughly pounded the alpha. Each thrust seemed to go deeper and deeper into her partner; stretching her to new lengths, yet providing the utmost stimulation to the blonde. At one point she just stopped moving; enjoying the feeling of Natalie's tight cunt around her cock, how it seemed to pulse as the muscles struggled to grasp her thick member.

"God! You're so fucking tight! I bet you never had anyone go this far with you!" Avril slapped Natalie's butt as she starting pounding her from behind again. "Say it!"

"Never!" Natalie cried out in a haze. "Never this far!"

"You like it don't you?" Avril yelled at Natalie. Emma and Kiera both stopped their copulating and watched as Avril continued her domination of their alpha. The blonde let out a particularly deep thrust when her partner didn't respond. "Don't you!?"

"Yes!" Natalie yelled, admitting it to Avril, Emma, Kiera and most importantly herself. She loved being filled up so much, loved how the member just seemed to rip her open. Her body couldn't control itself as another orgasm raced through her.

Avril grunted as neared her own orgasm. It had been days since she fucked someone and her balls were just aching to release their cargo. She changed her pace, slowing down but increasing her strength; maximizing pleasure for Natalie and herself. Both hands gripped Natalie's waist as Avril gave her long deep strokes that bottomed out in her love box.

"I hope you're ready, cause this is going to be a big one." Avril gave one last push and came. Her voice rose in octaves as her dick bulged and released its' load. Avril imagined that Natalie's belly was swelling comically as she unloaded. Her cries slowed down as her cock continued to release, steadily dwindling its orgasm.

Natalie passed out as she came. Avril's dick spurted its' life out as it released jets of cum. Her pussy, stretched out to no end by the massive invader, still released a torrent of juices. It clamped down as best as it could trying to contain the bucking cannon that unleashed waves of cum. The alpha brunette's eyes rolled up and she went limp; her mouth locked open in a silent orgasmic scream. Avril finished her orgasm; her member finishing its' job then withdrawing from the abused Natalie. It popped free with a loud splort noise.

"Who's next?" Avril asked. Her cock didn't even get completely flaccid before it started to rise again.

It was a scene of absolute carnage. Bodies were strewn all over the room, some still piled up where they fell. Replace the layers of cum with blood and one would have a mass murder scene. Yet, this was the results of the groups' orgy. People moaned as they started to regain consciousness.

"Ugh, what was that?" Kiera asked rubbing her head.

"A blonde hurricane." Emma stated with adoration in her eyes.

Avril rose up from the pile of body and stretched. Her cock already erect and curving up her body. "That was a good warmup. Who's ready for more?"

It was obvious that the balance of power had shifted in this group. Natalie was no longer the one calling the shots; Avril now had control. The blonde had so thoroughly dominated the group that there was no question of it. Natalie meekly went along with it, she couldn't get enough of that cock. If there were any doubts, Avril and her 15 inches of cock were sure to silence them.
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Natalie as a 3C, now that is a real gem here.

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This is the only story she's appeared in so far. There's a guy on imagefap named Harvey Logan who has done morphs with all 4 of these ladies.

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10/30/2008

Doing fine

- How is he doing, doctor?

- Well, he was hysterical at first. Demanding to see a lawyer, the police, that sort of thing. They always do! We gave him a sedative and he calmed down yesterday evening.

- Is that him on the monitor?

- Yes. He started exploring his new body in earnest this morning, as fear gave way to curiosity. He discovered the joy of female masturbation a few hours ago, and as you can see he is really getting a hang of it.

- The orgasms will weaken his resistance, won't they, doctor?

- Oh yes, indeed. The nanobots and the gendervirus take care of the physical changes. The subliminal conditioning takes care of his sexual orientation, but in the end it is the pleasure of the flesh that fuses his new personality into a coherent whole.

- Is that him screaming?

- Yes, we have mikes in there as well. That was definitely one intense orgasm.

- You know, he has become as beautiful as I imagined her to be. You have earned every penny, doctor.

- Thank you, sir!

- You think I am a freak, don't you, changing a good friend like that into a woman?

- I am not here to judge, sir.

- I know for a fact that this is what he really wanted. He never admitted as much of course, but I checked the cache file of his browser. I know exactly what kind of sites that turned him on.

- I see, sir.

- Moreover, I have never been able to forget Ginger. Ginger was his girl friend in high school, you know. The most beautiful girl I have ever known. I loved her, but she only had her eyes on him. Isn't that ironic. All he wanted was to be her!

Now we can all get what we want. Can I go in and make love to her now?

- Yes sir. The combination of sedatives and hormones should make her very cooperative sir. Enjoy your stay!

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10/27/2008

Guest Cap: The Last Goodbye

Revenge is one of the most popular themes in TG capping.

Here's a cap by Bren that gives it an original twist. Poor Rebecca!

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10/26/2008

10/24/2008

Two Guest Caps: Other Plans etc.

Here's are some caps I got from Bren over at Rachel's Haven. She is experimenting with using a comic book style for transgender captions -- in my opinion a great way of making caps more dynamic!

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Click here for more of Bren's work!

10/23/2008

Powergirl, a TS fantasy

It is interesting to note that so many of the girls I dream up in my stories, do not end up as submissive sissies, but powerful women in their own right.

When I found the pictures of this TS girl over at Tranny Surprise, it was clear to see that this is one of those women.

(That being said, there is -- of course -- no similarity between the life of the actress and the fictional character of this story.)

Here is the story about the transsexual Powergirl.

10/20/2008

10/19/2008

Guest cap: Fix everything

We blonds may not be too bright, but intelligence is soooo overrated, don't you think?

Here's one from Giakimo.

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10/17/2008

The Prisoner

They had grabbed him on the street. It was late at night, and he had, unfortunately, been visiting one of the more unsavory districts in town.

A white SUV stopped beside him, three men jumped out and dragged him into the car.

At first he believed they had taken him for ransom. Not that his family had much money, but his employer might be willing to pay a bit for his experience and expertise.

Indeed, the three kidnappers played along with this theory of his when he first mentioned it. It was one way of making him more malleable, probably.

That was just a stupid dream, however. Deep down inside him Tom had known that from the very beginning.

He knew that when they painted a pentagram with his blood on the floor and forced him to lie within it.

Then their horrible chanting brought forth a creature that filled him with fear. She could have been a demon, or an evil goddess maybe.

"Oh most mighty Ereshkigal!" the three men chanted. "We, the unworthy offer you this gift, a man for you to devour!"

She was stunningly beautiful, and he could feel his dick stir in involuntary anticipation. Still, the smell of sulfur filled his lungs, and he could clearly sense the inhumanness of this seemingly womanish creature.

She did not kill him. She did not hurt him. She just came up to him an kissed him on the mouth. Then she disappeared. But he knew that she had made him hers. He could feel it in his soul. He could feel it in his body.

God know what price these three men would have to pay for the services rendered by that demon. Eternal hell, probably, and they did definitely deserve it. Why he deserved to be dragged into this, he could not understand.

The first night he lost all his body hair. Just like that. He had to brush them out of his bed.

The next couple of days he started to notice other changes. He was growing smaller, for one. Then his nipples started to itch. The areola became slightly larger and more puffy. A few days later small lumps of flesh started to bulge out on his chest.

He could see that the three men followed these changes with great interest and anticipation, and the stench of testosterone in those small confined cellar rooms became intense.

He could feel their aggressiveness getting stronger, and from time to time the three of them quarreled loudly in a language he did not understand.

The second week one of the warlocks, a huge brute that called himself Abbadon, came up to him and sniffed his neck like an animal.

Then he dragged Tom into a room and, forced him down on his knees, and pulled out his own dick. Tom was sick on the floor and Abbadon left him screaming in disgust.

Then they waited for several weeks, while the evil magic permeated every cell of his body and changed him, bit by bit, day by day.

The lumps on his chest became tits, progressing gradually from an A cup to soft and heavy balls of female flesh filling up his third bra they had given him since they took him, a D cup.

His waist got slimmer. His ass got rounder. His hair got longer, and his lips fuller. He looked more and more as porn star for each passing day. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what they were up to. The demon was turning him into their love toy, their slut, their bitch.

They forced him to dress accordingly. The sexy bra was accompanies by silk panties and black stockings. A flimsy baby doll was all he had to cover his more and more curvaceous body. They were out to humiliate him, and succeeded well in doing so.

All his attempts at escape was rewarded with severe beatings. Hours without screaming was rewarded with food.

He knew his fate was sealed when his penis was reduced to the size of a clit. Folds of flesh opened up like petals of a flower in his crotch, revealing his new vagina.

That day the man that called himself Cain came into his cell, silenced him with a spell, forced his legs apart and pushed his big penis inside him.

The pain was excruciating, but Tom bit his lips and stayed quiet. There was no use in crying anyway. He had come to realize that by then.

When Cain came inside him, Tom could actually feel his semen spread inside his vagina, adding more magic power to the one that already held him spellbound.

He could feel his breast expanding even more.

What was even worse, was the strong undercurrents of lust and sexual desire that started to surface inside his mind. He stopped himself from reaching out for Cain's dick, both fascinated and revolted at the thought of sucking cock.

Then Charon took over, ramming his ass till he was bleeding. Again he could feel the semen changing his body.

His tits were now huge balls on his chest, juggling back and forth as Charon ravaged his body. The sensation of touching his own nipples made him extremely aroused, and when Charon grabbed them from behind while he was pounding Tom's pussy , Tom had his first explosive orgasm as a woman.

It was, he had to admit, both disgusting and extremely pleasurable at the same time.

They settled down to a steady routine. The three men took turns in fucking him, but at least two of them made use of him daily. Then they forced him to clean up the place and prepare meals for them.

A few weeks later he noticed that the three men were starting to look ill. They were becoming pale. They were losing weight and there grew dark shadows under their eyes.

Abbadon suddenly found it hard to get an erection. It was Tom's creative oral work that finally made him cum. When Abbadon's sperm filled his mouth, Tom could feel himself getting even more energetic.

He understood now that the price the three had to pay was very high, indeed. Their dreams of sexual domination was powering Tom's process towards womanhood, and they lost themselves in the process.

Tom suddenly saw a way out of this, and he started to seduce them and lure them into having sex with him.

When they became to weak to initiate sex, he straddled their cocks and sucked them dry, until one day they had no power over him whatsoever.

His tits were now so big that he had to learn to keep his balance all over again. But she didn't mind. She knew what she was born to do now. She was to go out into the world and suck men dry of their sap, becoming more and more powerful in the process.

They would worship her. They would beg her for favors. They would give her all they had. They would give her the world.

She left the three men dead in the apartment, and broke down the door with a violent kick.

She felt strong, she felt victorious, she felt invulnerable, and she could feel strong currents of intense sexual energy permeating her body.

An evil laughter escaped her lips as she ran down the stairs, her long hair flying like a banner along her back.

Now, this was going to be fun!

Images of Danielle Derrick from Brazzers.com, the site that worships everything big.

10/16/2008

Rebecca's Poll: What kind of stories do you like?

Although The Other Side of Your Soulisn't a democracy, I would love to hear what kind of stories you like the most.

Maybe I can make some more based on your favorite fantasy?

Take a look in the left hand column of this page, and vote for the topics you like the most.

And yes, you can vote for more than one! If you want to elaborate, you can even add a comment to this post.

10/15/2008

My Life as a Girl (The Kali Spell)

Doctor Sam Donne had to admit it. He had been looking more at Shanti's tits than listening to what his esteemed colleague had to say.

Shanti was fed up with it all and decided to make Sam the new female doctor on the staff.

Well, it was certainly a learning experience for Sam.

This is another transgender fumetti (photo novel) based on shoots by Brazzers.com, one of my richest high quality sources for TG capping material.

There is, of course, no relationship between the models Kinzie Kenner and Priya Rai and the fictional characters of this story.

Download the full screen PDF file

Go to Slideshare and click on Full to get a full screen view.

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10/14/2008

Guest Cap: Join the Club!

Jennifer over at Rachel's Haven has given me this hot cap.

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Becoming Sarah Palin

Ron ran into Sarah at one of the many Republican rallies in the final week of the campaign.

Yes, he literally ran into her. A freak quantum phenomenon lead to a mindnumbing bodyswap, and Ron suddenly found himself running for Vice President.

The last week of the campaign did not turn out the way John McCain had imagined. Instead of bringing in the female vote, Sarah now secured him the Democrat male vote.

10/08/2008

TG Quickie: Panties

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The TFCC TG Fiction Search Engine

I have put up a so-called vertical search engine covering the most important TG Fiction sites over at TFCC.

The idea is to have one interface that lets you search the content of all these sites in one go.

You can read more about the TG search engine over at the TFCC blog.

You may also go directly to the TG fiction search engine and try it out.

10/06/2008

- Are you crying, Hikari?

- No, Master, not really...

- Not, really?

- No, I am happy serving you, Master, you know that. It is just that...

- What, Hikari?

- Well, sometimes I cannot help but remember Elijah, Master. Can I do that?

- You cannot stop your own feelings, Hikari, but you must become their Master, in the way I am your master.

- I understand, Master!

- You mourn Elijah, do you?

- Yes, Master, I mourn him as a lost friend.

- I can understand that. But you must also understand that he is dead to the world, now, and that nothing can change that.

- I understand Master. I will transcend my grief and become stronger in the process.

- Grief is but an illusion, Hikari, the flickering of Maya, not real.

- Hai, Master!

- I am proud of you, Hikari. I no longer consider you a gaijin, a foreigner. You are one of us, now.

- You honor me, Master, in a way I do not deserve!

- Let me be the judge of that!

- Yes, Master.

- Elijah was not a true man, Hikari. He was not a warrior. There is no honor in designing clothes. That is a woman's job. I could see his true soul. He was a woman, Hikari.

- I know, Master!

- And women need to be ruled over by men, and they need to be thought how to respect their Masters.

- Yes, Master!

- Women are born to help their Masters and to please them with their humility and submissiveness!

- Yes, Master!

- I am glad. Tonight I want you to please me with your body, Hikari. I want you to open your garden to me. I want you to kiss my sword and make it big. Can you do that, Hikari?

- Yes, Master!

- There will be no more screaming and fighting?

- Never again, Master.

- Elijah is truly dead, Hikari?

- Yes, Elijah is no more, Master!

The model is Suzuka Ishikawa

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10/04/2008

Rachel's Haven opens TG Fiction Library

TG discussion forum Rachel's Haven has opened up a library where users may post their stories.

Rachel writes that:

"Rachel's Haven now has a Library for stories of Transgender and Transformation! Any and all are welcome to post their creative works for all to see, and the only requirement to access the Gallery is to register to the site so that we know you to be of age!"

The Library is found here.

Rules for posting can be found here.

There are few stories there so far, but if the production of TG captions gives an indication of RH members' productivity, the number should rise quickly.

Some might ask whether we need yet another place to publish TG fiction. Fictionmania alone should suffice, shouldn't it? And if you look at the list at the left hand side of this page, you will find many more TG fiction sites that welcome contributions.

I am not so sure. It is as with cafes, pubs and restaurants. Your favorite may not be your neighbor's cup of tea.

The discussions over at Rachel's Haven also indicate that many Havenites find sending their works to Fictionmania frustrating, to say the least, as comments from self-appointed reviewers can be very harsh, indeed.

New TG captions blog: VIP Captions

VIP Captions has put up a blog called, well, VIP Captions.

As she says in her first blog post:

"I've been captioning for 4 years, I used Paint, then Corel Draw, and now Photoshop and Comic Life... I made 1 special series of caps... and I have 2 more coming. I made 5 Yahoo! Groups... 4 of captions, 1 of submissions. I changed my computer 2 times... one of them fried out."

That's what happens when you get the captioning fever.

She says that the Yahoo! Groups is the main place to download her captions if you like them. She will be using the blog to upload previews of my next updates on the Y! groups.

You will find links to the Yahoo! Groups in the right hand margin of her blog.

Indian version of trangender movie "Switch"

Alice over at TGF reports that there is a Bollywood version of Switch available. It is called "Mr. Ya Miss". Here is her verdict:

"Honestly, it was so obviously an utter ripoff of 'Switch' and so poorly done that I couldn't sit through it, but some of you might find it interesting."

Here is a taste:

More clips here.

And yes, the original "Switch" was made by Blake Edwards in 1992 and tells the story of an arrogant male chauvinist business man that one day wakes up as a woman.

He is being tested by God: Does he have the capability to love?

Ellen Barkin plays the lead. It is an entertaining story and definitely worth a try. You can buy Switch from Amazon.

Here is the trailer:

10/03/2008

TG Quicky: The Bet

Here's a cap I made for Petra over at Rachel's Haven. Click on image to enlarge!

10/01/2008

Beat the Bastards 3: Rear entry

Welcome to Beat the Bastards, where we follow prisoners under the US Emasculation Program.

These male offenders have been changed into women, and are rented out to concerned citizens as part of their punishment.

Today we will follow Eric Anderson, or Erica as he is called now.

Erica poses a special problems as the authorities have found that she has a transgender psyche.

She likes being a woman, which makes it much harder to turn this into a punishment. There are ways, though.

This is the third free standing episode of our forced feminization "reality TV series".

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