Since the "AgniDog" set went down pretty well...

...and since at least one of my visitors noticed the connection between AgniDog and Agna, I thought I'd share some shots of Agna today. There's clearly a strong connection between the two, but I'm not sure if they're just collaborative partners or something more.

I also can't say for sure which photographer took each of these pics. I think it's safe to say AgniDog was behind most of them, but I didn't see any credits (that I could read, anyway) when I saved these images.

Anyway, the URL's stamped on most of the pictures will lead you to more Russian latex, zentai, bdsm, etc. - much of it featuring Agna.

This guy is stepping up his game

I've been following AgniDog on Deviant Art for awhile now. I suspect he's a fairly new photographer because he doesn't have a huge gallery and his older pictures are often, well, less than satisfying. But some of them hit home for me right from the start, and more of them are hitting home for me these days; so I think he's hitting his stride.

Not that catering to my tastes means a photographer is hitting his stride, but you know what I mean. I hope. ;)

Anyway, here are a few of AgniDog's best and darkest offerings.

What I did on my summer vacation

...and what I did afterwards. Let's start with the bad news first so I can get it out of the way and move on to things that will make you and me both happier.

Not long after posting the last entry before this one, my Paleolithic computer died the True Death. I had to buy a new machine, which is good in some ways but bad in others. The worst part was losing everything on my C drive. I'd been backing up my most important files and/or storing them on an external drive just in case something like this happened, but unfortunately, there was one set of files I somehow left behind: my Virtual Hypnotist scripts. I can download the program itself again, and I still have access to the scripts I've posted online; but gone, gone, gone are my bedtime session and morning session. It makes me want to kick myself so hard. Technically, I could try to rewrite them, but I put so much work into getting them just right that I can't imagine doing it all over again. Thank goodness I've reached the point where I can get to sleep without the bedtime session now; otherwise, I'd be really upset.

Anyway, enough of the bad news. The good news is that during my staycation, I was daydreaming one afternoon and came up with a new EMC story idea without even trying. I don't want to say too much about it yet because I write so slowly; it might be months before I'm ready to publish this one. I'll say this much, though: the story is set in the Tenpack of Trixies universe, will feature at least one of the characters from the original "Trixies" story, and will probably be just one chapter long. Of course, I've expected other stories to be just one chapter, and they turned into three- or four-chapter stories, so don't hold me to my word on that. Just be glad I have a nice, new computer to write it on. ;)

It's nice to be missed :-)

Thanks, Tabico and Elizabeth, for letting me know I was missed! Let me see if I can return the favor for you and everyone else who follows my blog.

The lovely ladies in this set are Bellefast (redhead) and Courtney Cruz (black hair), and the photographer is Michael Helms. He's been rolling out images from this photo shoot on his Deviant Art gallery for the last several days. I don't know if he's finished or not, but you should check out his gallery regardless because he's just that good.

As for the models, Bellefast's DA gallery is here and her Model Mayhem gallery is here, while Courtney Cruz's Model Mayhem gallery is here.

Staycation

I'm going to take about a week off from blogging. Catch you again next week!

I wish I could write like this

I've written before about Tipping the Velvet, the miniseries; but it's taken me until now to pick up the actual book. I've only just begun - Nan and Kitty are still striking up a friendship that will blossom into something more - but I'm already in love with the author's (Sarah Waters) style. Every sentence is thick with eroticism, even something as prosaic as a description of Kitty taking off her stage makeup. Here, have a read:

     She sang on; then opened one eye very wide, and leaned close to the glass to remove a stubborn crumb of spit-black - her mouth stretching wide, out of a kind of sympathy with her eyelids, and her breath misting the mirror. For a second she seemed quite to have forgotten me. I studied the skin of her face and her throat. It had emerged from its mask of powder and grease the colour of cream - the colour of the lace on her chemise; but it was darkened at the nose and cheeks - and even, I saw, at the edge of her lip - by freckles., brown as her hair. I had not suspected the existence of the freckles. I found them wonderfully and inexplicably moving.

Then there's this bit, from a few paragraphs later. Nan is about to leave and takes off her glove to shake Kitty's hand, but...

     All at once she was the gallant boy of the footlights again. She straightened her back, made me a little bow, and raised my knuckles to her lips.
     I flushed with pleasure - until I saw her nostrils quiver, and knew, suddenly, what she smelled: those rank sea-scents, of liquor and oyster-flesh, crab-meat and whelks, which had flavored my fingers and those of my family for so many years we had all ceased, entirely, to notice them. Now I had thrust them beneath Kitty Butler's nose! I felt ready to die of shame.
     I made, at once, to pull my hand away; but she held it fast in her own, still pressed to her lips, and laughed at me over the knuckles. There was a look in her eye I could not quite interpret.
     'You smell,' she began, slowly and wonderingly, 'like-'
     'Like a herring!' I said bitterly. My cheeks were hot now and very red; there were tears, almost, in my eyes. I think she saw my confusion and was sorry for it.
     'Not at all like a herring,' she said gently. 'But perhaps, maybe, like a mermaid...' And she kissed my fingers properly, and this time I let her; and at last my blush faded, and I smiled.
     I put my glove back on. My fingers seemed to tingle against the cloth. 'Will you come and see me again, Miss Mermaid?' she asked.

Like I said, I've only just begun this book. I know there are dozens of incredible (and occasionally kinky) sex scenes ahead, and I can't wait to find them. Just think: if Sarah Waters can pack this much eroticism into a hand-kiss, what can she do with an actual lovemaking scene?

Luis Royo's ultimate BDSM fantasy

I've blogged about Luis Royo a couple of times already, and many of you already knew about him before you ever read my entries. He's a Spanish artist with a taste for fantasy, SF, and various kinds of kink.

At left is a dome commissioned by a Russian billionaire back in 2006, and below are details from some of my favorite panels. If you want to see the rest of the dome in closeup, just go here.

In my imagination, the various panels depict a harem kept by a powerful Mistress (Maybe she's the one on the pedestal at the center, tossing roses). Her most experienced slaves teach the newer ones the ways of pleasure, deepening their mindless obedience one orgasm at a time.

In one panel you can see Royo, his son, and the Russian billionaire peeking at the harem from behind a hedge. I like to imagine they're about to be ambushed by a company of mindwiped Amazons. I don't know what Mistress will do with them in the end, but they won't be in any condition to complain about it afterwards. ;P