Hmm… our first WickedWednesday for a couple of weeks. Sorry Rebel. 🙂
You take a pic. You angle it for your best assets to show. You write a short piece. It’s hot sweaty sticky and delicious. You make these public, you share. Do you care what the viewer or reader does with them?
Nope, don’t really care or mind. Posting an erotic photo means you have no real control over what the viewer does with it. Something that not everybody thinks about before they post, methinks.
Does it turn you on to know that you stimulate?
Not really, no, it’s to anonymous. OTOH, if a reader posts a comment, tweets, e-mails etc. that they found something particularly hot, that can be a turn on and is invited. 🙂
Do they ask you for permission bringing you into their pleasure? Does it humiliate you to be reduced to their masturbation fodder, you a merely specimen of the species?
No, I don’t do humiliation. Hmm, not actually true – we do a lot of humiliation play.
Conversely, that picture, the light, the angles, something’s clicks. The words, the ideas, the movement of the story. Your body reacts. You save it for later. … Do you value it less for it’s immediate function? Is it art or literature when you masturbate over it? Are they human or porn in that moment of pleasure? Do you read the words or stare intently at the picture, or use it just to get you going? Do you return to favourite pieces?
I do not recall ever masturbating over pictures or erotic directly. Well, as a teenage, but that’s different. When I masturbate, the images are all generated in my head. They are almost without exception snapshots of past sexual encounters, spread over my whole sexually active life. They are rarely about people I have never met.
Am I weird?
Oh, we both masturbate – a lot. Usually together, sometime solo.
What? You want a pic? How about this blurred action shot of me about to come over Silverdrop’s belly while she had a vibe against her clit? Feel free to have a wank because of these – we don’t mind. 🙂