I love this drawing. Just found it perusing through my folders last night. Sometimes, a little detail like a blouse, or the way someone looks at their lover makes the difference between just a doodle, and a work of art. Artist unknown (to me). Anyone want to give a heads up, drop me a line and I’ll post it.
I think the first piece of porn I downloaded from the internet was around 1994. It was on delphi.com running on an AS400 command prompt server. It involved schoolgirls not knowing what to do after they ran out of selling homecoming cookies. You get the idea. Stock fantasy. Ambiguously twentysomething girls in schoolgirl uniforms. Although I was looking at the outfits more than whatever they were doing with each other.
Ah, the good ol’ days: assembling binary files from the usenet into one honking piece of dot-matrix black and white smut. It was exciting to say the least. No more going to the Waldenbooks and plea bargaining a copy of Playboy for the editorials.
Then I got bored within two days (that was the time it took to download and assemble three pictures on a 9600 baud modem) , and started looking at pictures of how fully clothed girls work the magic of sexual attraction and allure.
My first downloaded girl online: Heather or Bobby? Looking at pretty girls is a learning experience. What can I learn from their look? It’s not even sexual for me. I try to distill the charge.
Then I went through a brief P&S phase because I didn’t really believe people did those things. After I saw it with my own eyes, well it lasted two more days.
There were long stretches of downtime between my porn-mania. I lose interest quickly and forget about it for months, if not years. I am more aroused by fully-clothed people as that which is hidden forces the imagination to run amok. Besides, there’s so many other interesting information to look at online – did you know tomatoe plants like sugar with their coffee grinds? – why waste it on the same dull routine?
These days, I only look to porn for purely instructive purposes. I try to find new ideas, positions, and inspiration in sexual exploration. For me, the internet was the map and sexual mania was my Magellan’s Trinidad. Still I’m amazed that after all the Bruce Baker, Kinky Jimmy, Rion Vernon, Gurochan, Brandon Iron, Rob Black, Max Hardcore, Rocco Siffredi, Hans Bellmer, and his brother Pierre Klossowski, I continue to find nuttier moves. I do own the full length 2 Girls 1 Cup (the official name is Hungry B*tches) . I watched it at 64x speed, but got the gist, thank you. It’s going in my time capsule with my copy of Peter Sellars’s The Cabinet of Dr. Ramirez.
Click on the MORE (DEFINITELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK and NOT FOR MINORS) link below or the picture above to take a brief journey through some of my favorite downloaded porn pictures I have come across in the past 16 years.
(note: please do NOT re-distribute these images. They are for this entry and blog only. I don’t want them to be inadvertently passed on to people who do not care to see them, or those who are not in the appropriate group / age to view them. Thanks.)
There’s not much I can say about illustrator Prissy and her sissies. Much beloved by crossdressers and men of the cloth (the second kind) all around, Prissy’s oeuvre of FABU petticoats, ribbons, bows, and rock-hard erections has turned into a self-contained genre all on it’s own. Like amateur snapshots, I find the things that go on around Prissy’s marionettes are often more interesting than the main subject. The prim-and-proper ladies definitely appeal to my fashion sensibilities. But I can’t complain about the leggy, pretty boys in pink either. Here are some of my favorites.
Prissy’s art work can be admired at her website Prissy’s Sissies
Sex the way I love it: with pretty ribbons and bow in hair. (click on the thumbnail for full pic (NSFW)
I have always been miffed at people who freely displayed other people’s artwork on FLICKR without mentioning (or taking the trouble to find out who it was if they didn’t know) the illustrator. The above is one drawing from an artist known as The Fabulous Tasha. You can click here to go to her webpage for more.
(click on the picture above OR the “more” link below to see the entire piece: Warning: NSFW)
(click on the picture above OR the “more” link below to see the entire piece: Warning: NSFW)
There are a handful of illustrators of the Futanari genre (sissy art, shemale drawings, trans* art) that I greatly admire. Some have websites, others had webpages which they have since abandoned, while another group exists in hidden nooks of Flickr. I will try to feature some of my favorites here.
A illustrator by the mere name of “April” or “Aprilz(?)” has a half dozen drawings online labeledn as “Aprilz Art.” I have shared some of my favorite Futanari drawings and images here in the past. My criteria is quite minimal. Plenty of bows and ribbons, NO satellite-dish blue eyes (they’re ridiculous), and a certain cute charm. Works by Aprilz Art, though perhaps not Japanese, do fit my terms nicely.
I love the image on top, because it also features my favorite position in bed: Stomach flat on the bed with some beastly man doing push-ups on top of you.
(NOTE: If you are the April or the artist responsible for this image, please contact me. There are many people I know – myself included – who would be interested in more of your work. Please write!)
Don’t you just adore that schoolgirl outfit? Click on the above picture to see my Futanari Pick of the Day (this is an extract from the Futanari Series Anal Justice vol.1) (NSFW)
Sukeban (Amisa) lifts her schoolgirl skirt and shows her assailants her secret weapon in Sukeban Boy
Ever wondered how crazy a Japanese manga comic would look like if it were translated into film? Noboru Iguchi’s 2006 film Sukeban Boy comes close to satisfying one’s imagination: Shemales, homosexuality, lesbianism, incest, crossdressing, gore, martial arts, bondage, Cosplay, schoolgirl outfits, slapstick humor, romance, flatulence jokes, and the super-cute Emiru Momosa. I want to say the only thing it doesn’t have is Seinfeld’s slap bass riffs. No wait. It has that too.
Because the plot is THAT good, I am going to provide a full blown spoiler here, confident that you will still get every ounce of entertainment from it even after knowing the story. For those of you who are not familiar with the genre, it might seem strange. For those of you who are, you’ll shrug and think it’s a walk in the park.
Sukeban (female actress Amisa playing a boy) is having problems at school. With a girl’s face and figure, he is constantly harassed by his classmates and local gang members. One day, as he is taking a bath, his rockabilly dad hops into the tub with him. “I have an idea: you change schools and go as a girl.” Before they agree, his father says “you’re so girly I’m attracted to you, despite that thing you have between your legs.” Sukeban then starts school as a girl the next day, showing up in the classic manga sailor school uniform that we’ve all come to associate as a gateway to savory thoughts. But now there’s a new problem: he runs into the girl gangs, who throws knives that can instantly render fellow schoolgirls topless. Sukeban makes friends with Mochiko (Momosa), who introduces her to The Humility Club, an afterschool group that practices the art of Japanese modesty. Of course “modesty” here entails stripping in front of fellow classmates. What is Sukeban to do now?!
Emiru Momosa as Mochiko, simply adorable and darling
Luckily, another girl gang The Half Naked Women, reveal themselves, and a fight ensues, but not before Mochiko is forced to humiliate herself. Tremendously impressed that Sukeban has defended her honor, Mochiko gets a crush on Sukeban. Unfortunately, the leader of the girl gang, Kanko also gets a crush on the girl who beat her in the duel. She decides to woo Sukeban away, leaving Mochiko to mope. Later that evening, Kanko gets a note to meet Sukeban in school. Instead, she comes face to face with The Naked Witch, The Full Frontal Woman.
The next day, Sukeban’s crazy dad and his gang all show up wearing schoogirl sailor uniforms in what we are suppose to believe is an undercover move to catch the Naked Witch. Instead, they come face to face with The Braless Women gang, headed by the sister of the now legless Kanko (she got them dismembered by the Naked Witch). The Braless Women shoot bullets from their mouth. One of the guys Tetsuro, who looks remarkably like a dead ringer of the Dalai Lama, gets one in the buttocks. Now I’m not saying you have “thoughts” about seeing the Dalai Lama in a schoolgirl outfit with pink panties on all fours. But if you do….well here’s your chance to realize that dream.
Who knew reincarnation could be this painful? Tetsuro looking eerily like a famous religious leader. Now you know why the Chinese hate him. They’re jelis of his legs!
Mochiko then reveals herself to be a ping pong champion, fending off bullets with an iron paddle. As Dad’s crossdressing gang attempts to get away, they run headfirst into the Monk Girls, who’s primary mode of engagement is clothespin (on chains) to bare men nipples. As hairy men in schoolgirl outfits whine to their nipples being yanked, Sukeban runs off with dad, but he’s no better off, as dad suddenly gets the idea to smother his son with his bare nipples. Mochiko shows up to save the day, but only to inject Sukeban with a large does of estrogen, confessing that she knew he was a boy all along. Being a lesbian, she can only embark on a relationship with our hero if he became a she. It becomes obvious that Mochiko is also the Naked Witch. An epic fight follows, machines guns come out of breasts vs feeble gatling guns from leg stumps. At this point, the film budget must have run out because the sequence is shot at a level as if it the camera were operated by a midget. All we see are naked torsos, buttocks and bosoms clashing. The two protagonists are unable to off each other. They kiss and make up.
Cut to the future. Now not only has Sukeban’s estrogen worn off, mysteriously leaving the breasts intact, but his male organ has been reinstated to twice it’s size, but Mochiko has also grown a large one of her own.
The movie ends with the two cute Japanese girls with monster penises (covered), happily in love, surrounded by the entire male cast dancing in fundoshi (Japanese men’s white wrapped undies). All in 60 minutes. Everyone goes home happy. Who could ask for more?
Now somebody send a copy off to Pat Robertson.
