The perfect orgy

He stood alone at the bar as I walked in. I saw him straight away. He may have been waiting for me, maybe.............

I went over to him, smiling, and said hello, then "Well, how did you get on at the orgy?
He grimaced and said "It was awful!"
"It was?" I wasn't expecting this response, "Why?"
"It was like being at the House of the Grotesques" he said.
"In what way?" I wanted to know, intrigued at his use of words.
"Grossly overweight people, all of them. Loads of tattoos. No teeth! Loads of swearing, Common, really......" He said in a sad sort of way.
I felt sorry for him "But you were so looking forward to it! There must have been SOME redeeming features?"
He didn't need to think about the reply "No", he said, "It was awful, I left early, and as I left, I thought to myself 'thank goodness she didn't come', it was horrible! " looking directly at me.
I looked back at him appraising and said "This is what happens in real life. We all imagine that orgies are going to be fun, full of slim, happy, appealing, co-operative, sexy people doing really erotic things to each other and to us, and the reality just doesn't live up to it". He agreed, looking a little sad.
I looked at him, and spontaneously said:
"I know, lets make up our own orgy! I don't know who you know, so think of a celebrity, who do you fancy inviting?"
He didn't need to think for more than a couple of seconds "Mmm..... not Nicole Kidman, she's too thin, er, I know, Sophia Loren! and Marilyn Monroe, Gina Lollobrigida...........
"And I bet you like Michelle Pfeiffer?" I asked
"Oh, yes!" he said, with a glint in his eye, "And............ Jane Mansfield......! He thought a bit longer as we discussed various names, adding them to the list as he found one he liked. There was a pause. "And ......who are you inviting? he said.
"Ooooh...................... Oh, Orlando Bloom, the guy who played Aragorn in 'Lord of the Rings' the young Paul Newman like he was in 'Cool hand Luke', Robbie Williams, Pierce Brosnan (sigh).............Antonio Banderas "
"I bet you like the young James Garner? And what about Hugh Grant?" he said
"No, not James Garner, but yes, Hugh Grant's ok.And I want to pick some women, too!" I said grinning "That gorgeous woman Rebecca Romijn in the film 'Femme Fatale' and Maria Bello the blonde woman who played the bar owner in the film 'Coyote Ugly' and Stephanie Beacham, and Amanda Burton............"
We warmed to our game, and thought up various celebrities as we talked, then I said "Now we need to pick a venue, where do you think?" He thought for just a moment and said "The large suite of a classy hotel" I nodded and said "Or, a flash hotel by a beach, no better than that, what about a large private country house in its own grounds?" He grinned, and obviously liked that idea! "But, who's going to pay for it all?" he wondered. " I smiled at him and said "A rich Arab sheik will pay for it all, he will sponsor the whole lot, so money is no object!"
"Ok, then" he liked that idea.
"And everyone can arrive in the afternoon before the party starts, and can relax and have a massage before it all starts, and then they can go and view all of my erotic art in a special gallery, just to get them in the mood for later on" I decided.
"And there's got to be a spa bath" he said, and I nodded and added "With a hunky well oiled guy in just a tiny black G-string pouch serving champagne just for everyone who is in the spa". He liked that idea again, and nodded.
"The staff should be scantily dressed" he said. I nodded in agreement and said "Yes, the maids in tiny French maids outfits, and the butler definitely in a smart tuxedo but...." He finished the sentence for me "With the back cut out showing off a tanned back, and taut buttocks!" I agreed, laughing, and picturing it!
"And the food should be served off a 'lady table" I said.
"What's that?" he looked intrigued.
"Its where the table IS a naked woman and the food is served on her, and you help yourself" I said to explain it to him.
"Ah, yes, and it should be served 'no hands' like they do at that restaurant in Singapore, where you sit down to eat and the food is put in your mouth by gorgeous Asian girls"
I'd never heard of that place but agreed that it was indeed the best way - "Soooooo sexy to eat like that, truly erotic! like in the film 'Nine and a half weeks' when Kim Basinger was fed that way whilst she was blind-folded.....MMMmmm................"

We looked at each other, the time had flown, and we'd designed the basics of our orgy, and hadn't even got to the sex part! And our *fantasy orgy* was FAR more sexy and erotic and appealing than the real life that he had experienced, and that's what erotica and erotic art is all about, I'm used to it, its what I do. He and I may have been creating an erotic fantasy, but it was a lot like the way I design a painting for someone. They tell me what they want, and I paint it for them. I take out the warts and unappealing parts, and make the image beautiful. That's my job........ creating beauty away from the mundane..................

So.............................what would you have in your fantasy orgy.......? :)

All together now

I'd like to thank the kind commentators on my last blog post, at least I have a better understanding of what you all think about me. Its been most interesting for me to find out. I know I know some of you in real life, some of you I don't know so well, but I may know some of your real names as well as your blog names, so I feel I know you as people even if I haven't seen you in real life. I might have only met you once or twice, but I feel that you are all friends, if not friends in the traditional sense of sitting down together with a cup of tea or glass and wine, and sitting chatting together. Communication doesn't need to be face to face to work, or to be understood. Or for a feeling of trust to be there. So, thankyou. I really appreciate it.

I've met some good friends through blogging and certainly through my art. I suppose that's because the people who want me to paint for them, or want to buy my art from me, are on the same wave-length and that's how we become friends. I like that! Very much.

And I suppose that's how I became to have lunch with Stuart and his wife yesterday. We had a really lovely time, he's lively company, full of clever wit and banter. He likes the fact that I drew him naked, and is often quoting things about his nudity and my having seen him like it. It amuses him and makes me smile.

I suppose its all quite normal for me.

And my friend in America and I have been discussing the sex industry in Las Vegas quite happily too this week, talking about the pretty escort girls being advertised but not necessarily the ones that appear at your hotel room when you ring for a prostitute, about nudity in some of the swimming pools, about exotic dancers and call girls.

It all makes for interesting conversation.

So last week I was chatting to a guy in the pub. Someone I've met a couple of times, and who I like chatting with. And he and I were talking about our week and what we've been doing, things and people, the normal stuff. I told him that I had finished painting my first "fantasy willie" and he was interested to hear about it. Then I asked him what he was doing over the weekend. He paused. And quietly said "I've been invited to an orgy". I don't think he was expecting the answer he got from me, it took him aback somewhat. I looked him in the eye and said "How interesting! How did you get involved with that then? Where is it held? How many people are going? Have you been to one before? Can anybody go? What are the rules? Is it gay or just straight? " And he smiled gently and quietly answered my questions. He said at one point " I can't believe I've told you this!" and I smiled and said "Ah, but I'm not giving you the reactions most people would, as I am GENUINELY interested to know all about it!"

And I think it was at that point that he quietly said "Why don't you come with me then?"...............

Post script: I think I must be the only person who, when invited to an orgy, thinks of it as a marvellous business opportunity! The ultimate life-drawing session (presuming I can draw fast enough! LOL ) and the absolutely ideal place for my "fantasy fannies" to hang on the wall!!!! :)

Sex in public

A few years ago on a visit to Argentina I went to see a tango show. Alright, I thought, a dance show, it'll be ok, quite interesting I suppose and wasn't at all prepared for the raw sexual buzz of the dancers. I sat there in the dark utterly mesmerised by the dance. Anyone who has seen tango will understand what I'm talking about and I will attempt to describe it here, but I know I'll fail dismally to describe it adequately. It was the sexy way the women are dressed, the gorgeous clingy dresses, slashed to the waist, full of sparkle and glamorous attire. Their fishnet tights, high heeled strappy sandals, their gleaming dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail or bun, their Latin features inscrutable, dark flashing eyes, faces in concentration, scarlet lipstick, scarlet fingernails, scarlet dresses. And the men, all brooding and darkly handsome with immaculate haircuts, in black suits, shining patent leather shoes, and maybe a fedora pulled low over their eyes. So before they've even started to move they're dressed sexily. And then, the music starts, and they start to dance, and their limbs, torsos and feet in perfect harmony flash across the stage. All so effortlessly, and yet it goes almost at the speed of light, and you can't believe how fast they're moving, with their legs intermingled and yet they don't get tangled up, and the man holds the woman as she dips and leans backwards over his leg, her open legs showing a glimpse of the top of the thigh, a flash of cleavage, as her head is thrown back in perfect harmony with the rest of her body. Then on to the next part and back again. One male dancer in particular fascinated me - he was a lot older than most of the dancers - maybe in his forties, and he danced with a girl half his age. He had a wolfish look about him, his greased black hair swept back, a wicked smile played around his lips and his eyes twinkled in knowing fun. The way he held the girl before the dance fascinated me, whereas most of the male dancers put their hands lightly on the girls backs, this guy had only one finger to guide her. Just one. So sexy, and dominating, and powerful. And as they danced, he twirled and spun her all over the place, always in control, always with just one finger on her back. And at the end of the dance she laughed into his eyes, accepting his dominance, knowing that she'd never dance with anyone else liked she danced with him, and acknowledging that she had kept up with him, even though he'd pushed her to the limits. It was like watching pure sex, on that red lit stage, and it fired me up for a desire to see more tango and to paint what I had seen.

I've just finished another tango painting. Its the third I've painted, but won't be the last because I adore doing them. They're so erotically charged, and I love to capture the moments when a couple are in harmony, such trust and empathy between them, as the woman arches her back over the man's arm, her body held weightlessly, as he watches her face, and she flings her head back in ecstasy. I've painted this picture "It takes two to tango" with a lot of scarlet and purples in the fluid background, lots of splatter emulating the movements, showing where they've danced from, the movements of their heads, arms and legs. Just a moment in time, and yet, the time it has taken to get there has to be shown within the painting otherwise it will look stilted and static. I love the scarlet of her dress, against the black of his trousers and tee shirt. His hat pulled down making him mysterious, her hair full of red lights, the dynamic diagonal of their bodies making the composition powerful and sexy, underlining the dance being about as much fun as you can have with your clothes on...

Since doing this painting, its given me a hunger to do another, and I know it won't be long before I'll be going again to see tango performed in the flesh, to sit in a darkened auditorium and watch spellbound as the dancers take the stage....

Giving people what they want

Chatting with a male friend the other day, he made the comment that everything I do is sexy. "I wish" I replied and he said that as far as he was concerned, it was the case (and he's certainly known me longer than most people). So perhaps I am, I'd like to think I was (don't we all??) but he went on to say that I was "Psychoerotic" and since I was pretty sure he'd made that word up on the spur of the moment, I questioned what it meant - "Having the ability to plant the erotic in someones mind" he said. Mmmmm..... ok, interesting thought - I certainly like the description, so I'll keep it! So I've been thinking about what he said, and the thoughts appeal to me, that I have an ability to plant the erotic in someones head through my art. That's certainly what I strive to do. I like people, I like the interaction of people, I like to hint at sex, the erotic, the suggestion of pleasure.



But I can see what he means when I look at my latest drawing (done a couple of days before his comments, incidentally). I wanted to do a sexy image of a woman inviting a lover to join her. I particularly liked the idea of just a hint of interesting and intriguing bright red on an otherwise black and white image, it makes the image far sexier! The white high-lighting the skin of the woman's thighs and buttocks, as the rest of her body fades into the black background. She languidly lies back looking at the viewer, her smile an invitation to join her, as she gently raises a leg and pulls off her red panties. I loved doing the drawing, and needless to say it's called "Invitation"!!

So maybe he's right - I am psychoerotic - what do you think?

Is it exciting?

.............Well is it? Waiting to have your picture painted. Knowing the artist is going to work on your image, is thinking about you, trying to capture your essence, although she's not met you yet. She's working from her knowledge of you, from a photograph infront of her and a few all too brief written words, and maybe the echo of a far distant voice resonating in her head. And you know she's thinking of you. Now. Right this minute. How does that make you feel? Uneasy? Disconcerted? Or excited and exhilarated? Full of hope and expectation that she'll capture how you were feeling when the photo was taken, that sexy pose, the smile on your face, the twinkle in your eye, your mind full of erotic playfulness and the knowledge that you were turning your audience, and yourself on, for the pleasures of hot satisfying rampant sex to follow. How does that make you feel? How does it make the artist feel? Two people who've never met, connecting through an existing image, and creating a new image between them........

Getting turned on to drawing

The recent comments by Honoranddesire and Hornmaleuk have made me consider what people suspect happens between an artist and a model during an art session, especially when its an erotic art session. Its always the thought and question, underneath the surface isn't it? What happens when you're drawing a naked person, and you fancy them? Part of me, like most artists, considers that its a professional working relationship, like doctors, when you just happen to work with naked people, and you're trying to do a job........ but, there is the other side, when you get to know the model a bit more, and they become a personality, a friend, and then maybe a lover. But, drawing is using a different part of the brain, and I need to concentrate, arrange the composition, lighting, decide which medium I'm going to use, get my easel up, set up some rock music to paint to, make sure the model is comfortable with the pose, and is warm enough, and doesn't have a spot light shining in their eyes, isn't going to get cramp in five minutes time, whist listening with half an ear to their problems, and trying to organise them into the pose without seeming heartless to their concerns, and I'm not wearing my best clothes, I'm in old jeans and a comfortable tee shirt, so that if I spill paint down me, it won't matter. But if I'm getting ready for sex, I'd dress differently, take more care, and wear something slightly provocative in a revealing or clingy way, something that makes me feel hot, would feel calmer and would be looking for signs and giving signs, in my conversation, or gestures, or demeanour. So perhaps the model is ready for sex, because they have an empty mind, and are sitting there stark naked, but the artist isn't ready for sex because their mind is full of ideas and organising things. Mmmmm..... that's a really interesting thought.

I think we have a special relationship with our models, and they understand that too. And I've definitely had some interesting times and some very non vanilla moments whilst drawing naked models! I think as figure artists we're open to people, and the models are open to the artist, so its a potent mix to start with. Plus I also think that models are a particular type of person too - who like being naked infront of fully clothed people, who are exhibitionists (unless they are just desperate for the money and can overcome their inhibitions for financial reasons), and want to be viewed and stared at and have their sexual fantasies at the same time, so perhaps the poor artist doesn't stand a chance! (smile).

I know at the end of a drawing session I'm mentally whacked, because I've been concentrating so hard, the model is happily chatting away, and I've gone quiet, whilst I'm packing my art materials and easel away, so perhaps that's when there's a shift in the relationship, instead of the artist being in control of the model and the situation, the model is fresh and lively, mentally alert, and can take over and start to control what happens next.........

Are you sure you're erotic?

"What sort of artist, are you?" asked the landscape painter. I paused. I always pause. "I'm an erotic artist" I said. And waited. "An erratic artist?" he queried. "No", I said, with a smile "EROTIC artist". He paused. I waited. And smiled inwardly. "Oh" he said. And I told him about my website. Five hours later.......... he asked for my website address...... and kissed me on the cheek!

Why does it amuse me? Why do I pause? I suppose I'm still slightly surprised by the reaction I get when I say it. And amused. Greatly amused. That just a couple of words can stop people in their tracks. I suppose when an artist asks a fellow artist what sort of painting they do, they expect the typical answer of "landscapes in watercolours" or "portraits in oils" or "pastel" or "flowers". And I don't give the typical answer.

Someone rang me last week, wanting a landscape in watercolour, so we discussed it in depth, and agreed a price. She asked if there was anywhere where she could view my work, and I paused. And said "I've got a website with a good example of my work on it" "Oh lovely" she said "I'll have a look and come back to you". I felt I had to warn her "Don't look at the figure drawings if you're easily upset" I said. She questioned me. I repeated it. When we hung up I was convinced I'd lost the sale. Later on she rang me and said "I've looked at your figure drawings, and yes, that commission for the landscape is fine, go ahead with it!"

So, why am I expecting a problem? Do I think that intelligent adults can't make an informed decision about my work without getting upset? Why am I expecting that people who like landscapes will find my erotic drawings offensive? I suppose its because people happily have landscapes on their wall but don't always openly discuss their interest in sex. I know that I can paint a good landscape, or any other subject matter, and do it efficiently, capably and appealingly. So I'll continue to paint anything that anyone is interested in - trees, hedges, fields, hills, bushes, breasts, buttocks, sex!

Sensuous sensuality

It struck me whilst I was painting a picture the other day that I paint far quicker, and with more confidence, and produce exceedingly better results if I paint whilst I've got some loud music with a sexy, raucously rocking beat blasting out in the background. It makes a noticeable difference to the quality of the painting. I think faster, make more informed decisions quicker and produce far better results. And then I went on to think what a sensuous experience painting is for me anyway.... beyond the obvious sense of sight that's needed to produce a painting, I adore the feel of a new piece of crisp watercolour paper on my fingertips, and of a brush or pencil in my hands. I love the arty smell of my studio with the underlying odour of turps and oils. And although the only part of taste that I might experience in the production of a painting, might be the pungent taste of a good idea, all of it goes towards the ultimate and rewarding sight of a good strong painting, that hopefully follows on to feed the senses of the viewer, and then evokes other sensual experiences within them. Especially as an erotic artist, I want to induce the other more hidden pleasures of lust, desire, sex, passion and sensuousness from my erotic depictions of skin, I want to emulate the desires within the viewer that I experience when I draw the flesh infront of me.....