Oct 212011
 
Header art for Shon Richards' Erotiterrorist blog

Every part of this image represents some bit of kinkiness Shon has brought to life through his work.

Because I’m an amazing porn stud (and because I asked), I convinced Shon Richards to spend some time at the Liquid Whispers Virtual Kitchen Table ((All rights reserved. Patent pending.)) for a little cyber coffee and a ten-question interview.

We’ll get to the questions and answers in a minute. First, I want to draw your attention to a few things.

  1. Shon maintains a blog called Erotiterrorist. You will read this interview, then you will click over to it and become a devoted fan. That is not a request.
  2. For those of you who are inclined to tweet–or even just to lurk about Twitter–Shon can be stalked found at @ShonRichards.
  3. The image above is the header image to Shon’s blog. It was created by George Sportelli ((See more of his work at www.sportelli.blogspot.com)), who deserves a standing ovation for that luscious bit of eye candy.

And now, without further ado, I give you Ten Questions with Shon Richards:

LW: “Erotiterrorist.” That’s quite a name. How’d you come up with it? Do you ever feel nervous that the NSA is looking over your shoulder?

SR: I came up with the name shortly after the Janet Jackson Super Bowl nipple.  I was a bit politically overactive at the time and I felt that the religious right’s outrage over Janet’s breast was a bit forced.  It felt like people were treating her nudity as if it was some sort of terrorist attack and that we needed to bomb somebody for punishment.  It occurred to me that if they were that terrified of Janet’s breast, what the Hell would they think of an erotic writer?

Later that year, Clean Sheets had a contest for erotica with a political twist.  In a single sitting I wrote a story about erotic terrorists and I won 2nd place in their contest.  I liked the concept and I debated writing more stories about it.  I never did but when I started a blog, I wanted a name that reminded me that no matter how tame or vanilla I think porn is, some people out there would think it was the work of demonic forces.

My first wife was terrified of the name because she thought I was asking for a trip to Guantanamo.  I did used to get a lot of web hits from Langley which was kind of funny.  I remember one time a person emailed me to say that they were going to link to my site but they didn’t want to promote terrorism.  That is porn in a nutshell.  Some people love porn and other people are convinced that it is evil.  I think erotica writers and fans should never forget that.

LW: You’ve been writing for a long time. When did you start, why did you start, and why did you keep going?

SR: I was an only child till I was 8.  I read a lot and stories were very important to me when I played with my toys.  I had continuity in my play and I was annoyed when other children came to visit because I had to update them on what all my toys were doing and how they acted.  When I was 12, I started playing Dungeons and Dragons (TM) and that gave me a huge outlet for creating worlds.  I played a lot of RPG games and usually ending up running them because I was the one who wanted to come up with three dozen supporting characters.

I started really writing when I got my first computer in the 90′s.  I went looking for stories and I found a lot of fan fiction and porn on the Internet.  There was a lot I liked but also a lot I hated.  I wrote my first stories as parodies of the entire internet erotica because I was trapped in a weird mental space where I wanted to mock it yet also desperately wanted to be a part of it.  I got a few parodies out of my system and as my time spent in roleplaying games declined, I transferred that energy to more likable characters and more serious plots.

I keep going primarily because I love to write.  My self esteem takes a hit if I don’t produce something new to impress myself with on a regular basis.  I am also something of a tinkerer and I enjoy exploring new avenues in porn that others might not.  I didn’t see anyone else making a choose-your-own adventure porn story, so that makes it more exciting for me.

LW: You once wrote about having agoraphobia. Since writing that post, you’ve become a stay-at-home-husband. First, welcome to the club! Second, what are you doing to keep that condition from turning you into a cat-hoarding recluse?

SR: My agoraphobia has been a weird experience.  I have always been highly anxious and the hostility of my family didn’t help that.  My first wife was very dominating and I can see now that she exploited my agoraphobia in order to have better control over me.  For example, I didn’t learn to drive until I was thirty-five and my first wife would berate me for not driving but then also come up with excuses as to why I couldn’t learn.

My 2nd wife has introduced me to the wonderful world of medication and that has helped immensely.  Learning to drive, learning to manage my own bills and other basic adult functions have really helped me kick my anxieties.  I am also at that weird age where I can see signs of anxiety in other people in public.  Most people are terrified of looking stupid and I notice that now.  I think I overcome my agoraphobia by sheer pride.  I want to be a better person.  I hit bottom when I couldn’t leave the house; I am too ashamed of myself to go back to that level again.

I tell you what I do: when I notice that I am avoiding a situation because of some sort of anxiety, I force myself to do it whether I really need to or not.  I can be antagonistic to myself that way.

LW: There’s an old writer’s maxim that says, “Write what you know.” What do you think about that advice? Follow-up: You write about some pretty wild stuff. Tell us about that.

SR: You do have to write what you know.  Most people however are wrong about what they know.  You don’t need to know every thing there is to know about bondage to write about it, you just need your own opinions about what you like about it and exploit that.  Star Wars isn’t about real space combat and vast empires; it is about a kid becoming a hero with a wise mentor and fun friends.  Lucas had friends and he knew the kind of glory he daydreamed of having.  He turned around and made a movie based on those wishes.  No galactic law knowledge required.

Which brings me around to a lot of the weird things I write.  I read and play a lot of fantasy and science fiction books and games, so I am comfortable in those genres.  I also enjoy playing in sandboxes that no one else is, so if I see something like Ming the Merciless from Flash Gordon and realize no one is making over-the-top space opera porn stories, than it encourages me to do it.  By not having a contemporary, I become my own expert.  I also play up to my strengths.  I know I don’t know a lot about subject X, but I know a lot about flirting and sex, so if I write about subject X, it is just a background for the sex and flirting.

LW: As a follow-up to that follow-up, you recently wrote a post in which you lamented that much of BDSM “porn” is more apologetic than kinky. Tell us more about that, please.

SR: BDSM is that wonderful, lovely topic where people have feelings to do things a certain way, and a hundred reasons from society that they shouldn’t act on those urges.  For a lot of men, it boils down to just feeling guilty about the joy they get from making a woman submit to their greediest desires.  Most men don’t realize that there is an entire culture of women eager to submit.  Not all women, but some.  That simple concept can be really hard to grasp and it works both ways.  I know plenty of submissive women who feel that their darkest urges are not right in some way.

Quite a few BDSM books, bless their hearts, try to explain this.  A lot of them work really hard to make the readers comfortable with enjoying what they are reading.  I used to find it helpful because I had my own doubts but now I find it annoying and some times tedious.  Odds are, the way I have made peace with myself is different than the way that the author of the story has.  By reading their argument that doesn’t apply to me, it just makes me think more about my own reasoning and less on the story at hand.  I would rather that kinky stories stick to the kink and trust their audience to not need their hand held.

Rarely does other genres do this.  You never see a horror novel stop and spend twenty pages on why it is okay for people to read horror.  Same with action movies where quite frankly, it is not okay to kill security guards by the dozens just because they work for the bad guy and yet they never take a time out to discuss the thrill of watching carnage. It drives me crazy when I see it in erotica.  I feel erotica should entertain, not be counseling therapy.

LW: Taking it back down to a more vanilla level, I’m bitterly jealous of your writing output. How do you do it? What does a typical day look like?

SR: My output is driven by guilt and ego.  When the Web hits go down and the comment on my blog dry up, I take pride in knowing that I will post a new story on Wednesday.  It is hard and it takes practice but when I skip a week, it is like failing at sex with the most beautiful woman in the world.  It is unthinkable.  I should get therapy for this.

I do have some tricks though.  I use reccurring characters because a good character is a story engine.  Otto Von Madd is an erotic mad scientist.  If I see a science fiction movie with a cool gimmick, I just ask myself what Otto would do with it and bam!, got an outline right there.  Same goes for Vaquel Di, a deep space explorer, Nash Nighthammer, a fantasy warrior and Holly Valentine, plucky reporter gal.  It is much harder to come up with brand new stories and new characters on the spot.  I do it to keep myself fresh but I try to have a few stories in the buffer first.

The novels get a bit trickier.  What drives my novels is pure desire to see the book.  Pusse and Cox was my desire to create a grind house movie that I would enjoy.   No one else was going to pair a male stripper and a cheerleader turned private eye.  If I wanted to read that book, I would have to write it.

My routine is a bit flexible.  I usually plan what I will write as I eat breakfast, write it as time permits during the day and then berate myself for not coming up with a new story idea by dinner.  This is why I like novels as, once I have the outline, I can write for weeks without having to brainstorm anything new.

LW: It’s been said that writers do a lot of reading. Do you read and, if so, what are you reading now?

SR: Right now I am reading Death is a Ruby Light which is an old 70′s spy sex novel that I am loving right now.  Remember when the Russians had high tech equipment and terrorism was something that only happened in the Middle East? I am slowly working my way through a 500-page collection of Jorge Luis Borges’ stories because he is smarter than I am and I have to digest him in smaller bites.  I am itching to read Dumas’ Three Musketeers again but I also have Dan Simmons’ Drood to read and I find that Simmons is a winter writer.  His stories always read like they were written on a bitter cold night.

LW: You have at least one guilty pleasure. Name it. Describe it. Tell us how we can have a similar experience.

SR: My guiltiest pleasure is spanking a woman who owes me something.  That might sound sinister but really it comes down to the thought that I can spank to my heart’s content because of some sort of transgression.  I enjoy spanking a lot but there is an art to spanking to make sure the spanking hurts but doesn’t hurt too much.  Someone once described a good spanking as a high speed massage.  I like doing those but what I really like is spanking for selfish reasons mixed with either punishment or payback.  That makes me happier than I care to admit sometimes.

LW: Ben & Jerry’s (TM) is coming out with a new flavor of ice cream based on your sex life. What’s is called? Please describe it.

SR: The ice cream would be called Von Madd Vanilla.  It would be French vanilla with bits of mint and orange chocolate.  I am pretty much a romantic in my sex life these days but I do adore the occasional oddity.

LW: Marvel, DC, or other? Explain and justify.

SR: When I was a kid, DC.  As an adult, I am horrified by the weird quasi-racist undertones of replacing minority current characters with their white male namesakes.  Also, they killed off Ryan Choi, a hilarious Asian scientist who didn’t know karate just to make five no name villains look good.  Sigh.

With that out of my system, I have to firmly say Other at this point.  Empowered and Bomb Queen are among my favorite titles and they are both adult and yet worlds apart.  I love Hellboy and I adore anything Richard Sala puts out.  Marvel and DC spend all of their time trying to create movie properties instead of telling good stories.

LW: Look into the future for a moment. Do you see a day coming when you won’t write any more? How will you know when that day has come?

SR: If I stop writing, then you will know I have been replaced by a clone or alien duplicate.   I stopped writing once when I was severely depressed and I imagine another depression could do the same.  The thing is, I know how important writing is for my well being, so I write almost as if it was a prescription.

I fully imagine dictating a story on my death bed.  I got shit to say.

 

 

I love that line, “I got shit to say.” It’s got a certain attitude–confidence? determination? chutzpah?–that makes me smile. Since there’s nothing I can say that will top that, I’m going to go ahead and let that be the last word…

Right after I remind you click over to Shon’s blog. He’s got shit to say, and you’ve got shit to read. Believe me, if you haven’t already fallen in love with his work, you’ll thank me later for introducing you.

Oh, and don’t forget that you can also find more Shon Richards goodness right here at Liquid Whispers, too.

Oct 212011
 
Cover art for Shon Richards' Prisoner of the Wizard's Harem

Cover art by George Sportelli ((See more of his work at www.sportelli.blogspot.com))

Last week, I finally scratched an item off my to-do list that had been there since… well, longer than I care to admit. I finally bought and read Shon Richards’ Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem ((available from Lulu.com for $9.99 ebook or $19.99 paperback)).

If you’re as old as I am, you’ll remember that Dungeons & Dragons was all the rage back in the early ’80s. Several spinoffs, including Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) books, were very popular because they had the benefit of giving you a sword-and-sorcery adventure without the hassle of getting all your friends together and arguing about who was going to be the Dungeon Master this time. Each page of a CYOA book lead you a bit deeper into the story and presented you with options. If you wanted to draw your sword and attack wildly, you’d be instructed to turn to a specific page. If you wanted to run like hell and fight another day, you’d be sent to a different page. Shon’s book Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem is just like those, except that his book has a lot more sex in it. (More on that in a minute.)

Who is Shon Richards?

Shon Richards is a writer of erotica, but not plain “vanilla” erotica. He doesn’t write about longing, or slow seductions, or romantic dinners. Rather, reading Shon’s work is like reading the script of a Quentin Tarantino movie. It’s over-the-top, action-packed, outrageously campy, and unabashedly fun.

Shon keeps up a steady pace of posting fiction at his Erotiterrorist blog, a site he’s maintained since 2005. I first began reading his work two years ago and, during that time, he’s managed to squeeze out several books in addition to his regular offerings. “I really ought to read one of those,” I said. Now, I finally have.

More Sex–and Lots of It

When you read Prisoner of the Wizard’s Harem, you assume the role of Nash Nighthammer, a hero of epic proportions. You’re armed with good looks, a chiseled body, a loin cloth, helmet, and a war hammer–plus whatever wits you, the reader, bring to the story. Off you go into the dungeons of the wizard’s harem where you’ll fight female monstrosities and face dangerous seductresses of all kinds. You’ll fight living statues, you’ll face fearsome ogres ogresses. There’s a dwarf. There’s a vampire. There’s a dryad. There’s a water elemental. There’s a hideous Fuckbeast, which I’ll admit gave me quite a bit of trouble. (Spoiler alert: Despite it’s name, you do not want to stick your dick in this thing.)

Navigating through a book like this is not a straightforward process. One choice leads to another and, before you know it, you (as Nash Nighthammer) could be dead. (“I died? Fuck, I knew I should’ve used the magic condom!”) Retracing your steps requires more than just flipping back a few pages and trying again. At first I tried keeping a finger at all the crucial decision points. That system soon failed because I ran out of digits and couldn’t remember which finger corresponded to which decision. “Have I already fucked the dryad? No, that was before the dwarf. Was it after the cook? So when did the ogresses eat me?”

Eventually, I took notes, which helped a lot. Here’s a sample:

  • 166 which hole?
  • 181 birds or breeze?
  • 290 which drink?
  • 139 Fuckbeast!
  • 263 orgy door
  • 185 giantess’ tit
  • 45 demon queen
  • 180 cook
  • 165 dwarf
  • 169 ogresses
  • 109 COCKY

Shon gives us a fair warning at the very beginning of the book: “There is only one happy ending in the story and many ways to fail.” By taking notes, I was able to find that happy ending–and I got there via several different paths on several different read-throughs. I also found the various ways to fail. “Your adventure is over.” I grew to hate those words.

To Read or Not to Read

Read it. That’s my advice. More than that, spend the extra money to buy the paperback version ((I make no money either way.)). For a story like this, where your character’s next step might be 100 pages forward or back from your current page, there’s nothing like having a paper product in your hands to make the flipping more immediately gratifying. Put another way, if you’re old enough to remember geeking out on CYOA books, then you’re just not going to be happy searching through a PDF file.

Here’s a sample of my favorite lines, fairly indicative of what you’re going to find in the book on the adventure:

  • “Enough foreplay!” Scar says. “Now we fuck!” You are in no position to argue.
  • “Fuck!” she roars. “Asshole hit my asshole!”
  • The smell of sex invades your nose right before a tiny cock pushes up into your nostril.
  • It’s like fucking the fires of Hell, but a lot wetter.
  • As the Ogress cries out in passion, your head explodes in a cloud of bone, blood, and brains.

Still not convinced that you want to risk your hard-earned money? Check out Shon’s blog, Erotiterrorist. He posts more fiction there in a year than most writers produce in a lifetime. Try to keep your hand out of your pants and a smirk off your face while you read. I’ll bet you can’t. Spend even an hour perusing his archives and you’ll have no doubt that this book–or any of his books, for that matter–are worth every penny of the asking price. Probably more.

Shon’s books are available via Lulu.com. He’s also written a review of The Art of Blowjob which appears on this blog. (You know how to click and follow links, right?)

Who Ate Ms. Currie?

 Posted by at 12:04 pm  Featured, Fiction
Nov 262010
 
Cover of Shon Richards' novel about erotic librarians

The Colette-Ashbee Collection

Here in the States, Thanksgiving proper is now over. We’ve moved on to the materialistic gluttony of Black Friday, a day on which people are actively encouraged to engage in their worst, mob-minded behavior in order to save ten percent off their Christmas shopping.

Goodwill toward all, indeed.

Anyway, whether your Thanksgiving was warm or pleasant–or whether it was a pure, unmitigated hell–I’d like to offer you a chance to escape from it all. The selection below comes from The Collette-Ashbee Collection, one of three books novelist Shon Richards currently has available on Lulu.com. Find a cozy corner, read this, then click on over to Lulu.com to grab the whole book for yourself. With so much other frenzied shopping going on today, no one will notice if you allow yourself this one, little, erotic indulgence.

Also, be sure to follow Shon on Twitter (@ShonRichards).

Now, without further ado, an excerpt from The Collette-Ashbee Collection.

Who Ate Ms. Currie?
A mystery of an oral quandary

Claire Currie didn’t know where she was. A sensual dream had awoken her and her surroundings felt strange. She was in a bed, which had been exceedingly rare for her these past few years. It had been ages since she had been allowed in a bed. There was a rich smell of leather in the air. Where was she?

The darkness gave her no answers. She rolled over on her back and remembered. She was at the Percer Mansion. They were spending the night, no, the entire weekend as guests of Mr. Percer. That’s why she had her own room instead of sleeping on the couch in a hotel room. Her boss, Mr. Dillon, had brought them here to accept a book from the head of the Percer family, Maximilian Percer.

The book! Claire reached out and felt for the book on the nightstand. The leather cover was cold to the touch. Claire smiled. “Rich Man’s Toy” was safe and sound. She couldn’t remember putting it away and she was afraid it might have fallen to the floor. Mr. Dillon would have killed her. No, he would spank her, pinch her and torment her before fucking her, but it would be his verbal cruelty that would be the hardest to endure. The book was priceless and it was only by begging her boss did he allow her to take the book to her bedroom to read tonight.

Claire thought about the things she had read tonight. As a librarian for the world’s greatest collection of erotica, Claire had read many great novels of porn but this book was something special. “Rich Man’s Toy” was so filthy. It was so raw and sensual. It told the tale of a wealthy woman who slept with her husband’s business partners. Every encounter was forbidden and filled with lust. Claire has masturbated twice to a scene where the woman, Lana, was fucked in the ass in a boardroom overlooking the New York skyline.

She pushed the covers away from her chest. Her hands went to her plump brown breasts and played with her nipples. Mr. Dillon insisted that she always sleep with no clothes so that he could fuck her with ease in the middle of the night. She wished he would come to her tonight. For a moment she thought about sneaking to his bed but she dismissed the thought. She served at his pleasure, not the other way around.

Instead of disobeying, Claire thought about their strange host, Maximilian Percer. Mr. Dillon explained that Percer came from a wealthy family but always wanted to write erotica rather than manage his family’s corporate interests. He was wealthy enough to buy his own publishing company but it was a point of pride that all of his novels were submitted to publishers under a pseudonym. Percer wanted his books to be printed because they were good. He managed to sell five books in the late sixties and then quietly retired.

Claire reached out and touched the book again. Percer was a proud man, but like most authors Claire had met, Percer thought his stories deserved better than the cheap paperback editions that were published in the 60’s. When he retired from writing, he decided to personally publish a deluxe edition of each of his books. He only had one copy of each book made. He used the finest leather covers, the most exquisite paper fibers and only the most skilled book binders for his works. It was every author’s dream version of what their book should look like.

“Every few years, he gives us a call,” Mr. Dillon had explained. “He calls to lets us know he is ready to part with another beloved book from his unique set. He knows that the Collette-Ashbee Collection is the only place in the world for his treasures. So we come, and we spend a few days as his guest. It is a time of celebration, but also of mourning. This year, he will give us the last book.”

“But why are his three children here?” Claire had asked. “Are they erotica fans too?”

Mr. Dillon had chuckled. “Not hardly. He always summons them when he gives away a book. He uses this time to give away more things from his mansion. It’s like a family will reading, except he does it in parts and wants to be around to see their reactions. I think it is the frustrated writer in him.”

Claire heard a sound in the darkness. She half rose in her bed. The absence of light was so complete that Claire couldn’t see the bed sheets on top of her.

“Mr. Dillon?” she asked.

A grunt answered her but the real answer was when she felt someone climb under her covers from the footboard. The unseen person burrowed under the sheets and pulled her legs apart. Under the covers, forceful hands pushed her thighs apart and she felt a mouth drop down on her pubic bush.

“Oh thank you!” Claire said. Mr. Dillon didn’t answer. He never did on these night intrusions. He thought it was beneath him to do so. He was here to take, and Claire was here to give.

He was particularly hungry tonight. Claire gasped as his mouth buried itself in her sex. Her sex opened before his tongue which licked her furiously. He found her clitoris instantly and she groaned as he bit down on it. His mouth sealed over her cunt while his hands clamped down on her thighs. There would be no escape until he was done eating her.

Claire grabbed her own heavy breasts. She wasn’t allowed to grab him. Mr. Dillon hated it when she would grab his head during oral sex. That was reserved for him alone. Claire learned to do other things with her hands and right now she was pinching her nipples delightfully hard. She was pinching them just like Mr. Dillon does.

“Oh fuck,” Claire groaned. Mr. Dillon was doing something amazing to her cunt. His tongue was doing some sort of odd rhythm, slapping against her clit in a wonderful manner. It was like a drum beat on her libido. Claire kept perfectly still for fear of disturbing his strange tapping pattern. His tongue was tapping a Morse code on her clit, sending an urgent message to her coming orgasm.

Claire released her breasts and reached back for her headboard. Her fingers gripped the hard wood bar as her cunt was eaten. She tried to grind her hips but Mr. Dillon’s hands had her pinned to the bed. She was close, so close but the tongue was teasing her now. It stopped tapping her clitoris and was now lapping the juices from her sex. He was taking everything she had tonight. Every drop of desire and every ache in her sex was his tonight.

She felt her orgasm come slowly. Because Mr. Dillon was simply devouring her with no care for her own orgasm, Claire almost felt like she was getting away with something. Her breathing became faster. Her nipples were hard against the silky sheets. Her ass was clenched tight as she felt her orgasm about to bloom.

All it took a casual brush of teeth against her clitoris. Claire cried out with a shriek unbecoming of a librarian. Her body arched and undulated to the force of the orgasm. She sat up before falling back into the comforts of the pillows.

He licked her one more time and then let go of her thighs. Claire tried to thank him but she was breathless. The bed shifted as he moved away-

Claire awoke with a start. She moved her legs around and felt nobody on the bed. Claire reached between her legs and confirmed that yes, that amazing sex just happened. Her pubic hair was soaked and her cunt was still tingling.

Claire sighed. She wished she had stayed awake. She wanted to thank Mr. Dillon. She wanted to see if what pleasures he might want in return. It was rare for him to not use her for his own climax. Maybe he left because she fell asleep and he wanted her to rest. That would be unlike him, but Mr. Dillon did have his occasional flashes of kindness.

Claire rolled over and groaned as her sex kept tingling. She smiled in the darkness. What a fantastic night! Flush with afterglow, Claire reached out to stroke “Rich Man’s Toy” again.

The book was gone.

-End-

Did you enjoy that? I did! When you’re ready to read more, just follow this link to Lulu.com. You can buy the entire book for a mere $9.99 (digital download). Paperback editions are also available for a little bit more.

Also be sure to visit Shon’s blog, Erotiterrorist. Leave a message, here or there, telling him how much you love his work. (Writers need that kind of praise; it’s the fuel that drives us to crank out hot, fresh kinkiness for your one-handed reading pleasure!)

Look for new posts next week, after the craziness of the holiday subsides. Thanks for visiting today, and enjoy whatever naughtiness you get up to during the remainder of your weekend!

Cheers!

JMB

Oct 202010
 
Camille Crimson gives a fantastic blowjob

Isn't that *sooo* much better than the average blowjob pic?

Jim’s Note: The post that follows first appeared on Shon Richards’ Erotiterrorist blog on October 8, 2010. I have reprinted it here with the author’s permission.

Art of The Blowjob

My least favorite topic of conversation is how bad video porn is. It is not that I disagree with the idea that most porn is cheaply made and tacky, but as an erotica writer my instinct is to make better porn as an example of what porn can be where as it seems that most people’s instinct is simply to bitch about it. That gets old very fast.

Even worse to me is the idea that porn is so bad because it is a gender thing. The attitude that if women would come down from their golden shrines and teach us lowly men how to make porn then the world would be better is terribly insulting. It is even more insulting when this special porn is created and marketed as superior quality and really all they invented was a raunchier episode of the Red Shoe Diaries. It has gotten to the point that when I see something sold as ‘superior porn’, I automatically skip it. Again it feels like people are more concerned about talking about bad porn then they are in making it.

I bring these points up because I have actually found high quality porn and to my delight, the porn site in question does NOT bring up these points. Instead of bitching about bad porn or trying to explain it, or worse, gloating about how bad other porn is, they simply make good porn. They lead by example and what an awesome example it is.

‘The Art of Blowjob’ is a site that features the most beautiful blowjobs you will ever see. I guess if you are going to do something, do one thing and do it right. They do blowjobs and they do it fucking amazing right.

Each video stars the lovely Camille Crimson of indeterminate age. It also stars the penis of her boyfriend. Videos range anywhere from six to fifteen minutes. There are no words. There is no bad lighting. There is a lot of jewelry, interesting hairstyles, glasses, music and a fuckload of sucking. There is always a cumshot which really surprises me. It isn’t the gonzo explosions of most porn but it is there. They took something that is often the cheesiest part of a porn movie and they elevated it.

“Elevation” is the word I would use to describe everything they do. The music is often freely downloaded tracks found on the web but in almost every scene, they set the scene. After years if ignoring bad porn music, I find myself actually seeking these songs out for download and repeated listening. This same attention to quality applies to the lovely hairstyle that Crimson’s gorgeous red hair is put into. The camera angles are really interesting. Sometimes the camera drifts down her neck and focuses on a dangling earring. Instead of mechanically going through positions, the camera moves like a voyuer as it takes in the whole scene.

There is an intimacy in these videos that really cinches it. Sometimes the boyfriend caresses her face, or starts to stroke her. She glances up at him and breaks into smiles. The blowjob is beautiful but you see it more as a beautiful act of love.

I really love this site and it gives me hope for the future of porn. The fact that they had to do their own site without the support of a major company doesn’t surprise me. Art is like that. It is up to artists to show us the way to have something better and it is up to us to support them.

 

Camille Crimson demonstrates her love for Shon Richards

See? Camille Crimson loves Shon's work, too!

A Bit about Shon

Shon Richards' Profile Image

From the Erotiterrorist blog: “Shon Richards is my pen name for over ten years of erotica. I am a kinky pervert and a voracious reader.”

Shon has been posting top-quality, original fiction and entertaining commentary on his blog since 2005. I first came across his work in 2009 and have been following avidly ever since. Other blogs come and go from my reading pile. His blog has staying power.