Eroticism

[Chatty_Cheeky_Monkey]

This is like my little book of calm.

 

[softbird]

The visual imagination of Daido Moriyama is a fascinating thing. Part phantasmagoria, part urban anthropology, part temptation, Moriyama's art spanned various genres. But he kept to one single principle - to capture the surprising textures within our spaces, those hidden things, those unexpected sensory experiences.

His photography speaks of possibility, that whatever we think about what is, there is always something that emerges from the cracks of our consciousness.

https://ibb.co/HTv89MhZ
https://ibb.co/vCS5MM6V
https://ibb.co/tMyTSFqr

 

[Chatty_Cheeky_Monkey]

The visual imagination of Daido Moriyama is a fascinating thing. Part phantasmagoria, part urban anthropology, part temptation, Moriyama's art spanned a various genres. But he kept to one single principle - to capture the surprising textures within our spaces, those hidden things, those unexpected sensory experiences.

His photography speaks of possibility, that whatever we think about what is, there is always something that emerges from the cracks of our consciousness.

https://ibb.co/HTv89MhZ
https://ibb.co/vCS5MM6V
https://ibb.co/tMyTSFqr

Texture is absolutely the right word on these visceral images

 

[lucy_anne21]

https://i.postimg.cc/zJCVCBYv/image.jpg

 

[softbird]

When she comes home with you, after the night, and the city, after the clink of glasses and the voices which drown around you when she smiles at you, after the talk, the caress of your wrist across the table, after the lingering glances, after the bill has been paid, after the stares of older couples who think it's a travesty for two people to want each other, after the secret glances from men, after all that, the moment that breaks you, so completely, is when she makes you watch while she undresses.

 

[lusciouslottie]

(...) she makes you watch while she undresses.

Is it only the nonchalant, casual snap of her bra clasp that makes him pay attention, or is it something else?

 

[softbird]

Is it only the nonchalant, casual snap of her bra clasp that makes him pay attention, or is it something else?

I would never presume to know what men think or pay attention to.

But the snap is never casual for me - if anything, that snap has been building in slow incremental stages through the night

 

[Zolitair]

When she comes home with you, after the night, and the city, after the clink of glasses and the voices which drown around you when she smiles at you, after the talk, the caress of your wrist across the table, after the lingering glances, after the bill has been paid, after the stares of older couples who think it's a travesty for two people to want each other, after the secret glances from men, after all that, the moment that breaks you, so completely, is when she makes you watch while she undresses.

There is nothing more sexy and sensual than watching a woman undresses for you!!!

I would never presume to know what men think or pay attention to.

But the snap is never casual for me - if anything, that snap has been building in slow incremental stages through the night

That snap is the sound that marks the beginning of something very special..... like the bell that starts the boxing fight..... It's the beginning of the erotic, sexual fight between 2 people, ready to pleasure each other!!!!

 

[lusciouslottie]

It's the beginning of the erotic, sexual fight between 2 people

Why a sexual fight ? Why not a ritual dance of passion?

 

[Zolitair]

Why a sexual fight ? Why not a ritual dance of passion?

Sure you can call it whatever you like!!! Everyone can imagine it and be like he wants .... for me it's a sexual fight between two people that fight in order to pleasure each other (maybe because i am a bit hursh when it comes to sex), but for you it might be a gentle ritual of passion..... This is what sex is all about.... every person can do it and feel it different and that's the beauty of it!!!!

 

[Cultivateddesires]

Why a sexual fight ? Why not a ritual dance of passion?

I adore both these descriptions in different contexts. Both only a certain level of energy and engagement that I certainly aspire to.

 

[Cultivateddesires]

But the snap is never casual for me - if anything, that snap has been building in slow incremental stages through the night

If one moves too quickly to the snap then you have missed out.

 

[lucy_anne21]

https://i.postimg.cc/FNtjjVp2/IMG-4260.gifhttps://i.postimg.cc/FNtjjVp2/IMG-4260.gif

 

[bookworm69]

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The appropriate reaction to the “snap”.

 

[bookworm69]

I would never presume to know what men think or pay attention to.

But the snap is never casual for me - if anything, that snap has been building in slow incremental stages through the night

I remember the "snap" when I was seduced unexpectedly from a very unlikely source. The snap was preceded by her reaching around, which is very seductive in itself. Combining the action and the sound, even though I had little experience at the time, I knew this foretold very good things were going to happen.

 

[softbird]

Sometimes, I sit in the most inconspicuous tables in a café, preferably by the window, and watch. Women in particular. And sometimes, I catch glimpses, just glimpses, fleeting, there one second, and then gone the next. The rest of the day is spent unsettled, unnerved, as if the earth had dug up something unnameable.

 

[softbird]

The next morning, I woke to the sensation of her body next to mine. The coming to consciousness was at once both exhilarating and terrifying - terrifying because now, in the light of the day, beyond the haze of intoxication, only words became pathways between each other. Last night, there were no words, but tongues, and soft caresses, and breath, that sweet hot breath of a hungering lover against the inside of my thighs, against the crevice of my two moons, her taste on my tongue, her scent mingling with mine. Words were a distant planet, impossible to traverse.

Now, what was I to do?

I felt her stir beside, reach around, kiss my neck, my shoulders, and I lay still. Oh, cowardice! Silence then, and perhaps I heard a soft chuckle, and then she rose, as if not wishing to wake me. She rustled around the room for her things, heard the caress of fabric against her thighs, the clasp of a hook, and I turned around, softly, wanting only her movements, not wanting the words. Only, when my eyes caught her form, I gasped.

 

[bookworm69]

The next morning, I woke to the sensation of her body next to mine. The coming to consciousness was at once both exhilarating and terrifying - terrifying because now, in the light of the day, beyond the haze of intoxication, only words became pathways between each other. Last night, there were no words, but tongues, and soft caresses, and breath, that sweet hot breath of a hungering lover against the inside of my thighs, against the crevice of my two moons, her taste on my tongue, her scent mingling with mine. Words were a distant planet, impossible to traverse.

Now, what was I to do?

I felt her stir beside, reach around, kiss my neck, my shoulders, and I lay still. Oh, cowardice! Silence then, and perhaps I heard a soft chuckle, and then she rose, as if not wishing to wake me. She rustled around the room for her things, heard the caress of fabric against her thighs, the clasp of a hook, and I turned around, softly, wanting only her movements, not wanting the words. Only, when my eyes caught her form, I gasped.

Your observations serve to remind that the earth moves beautifully, inexorably in its rotation and revolution. Chances are you will find yourself in a similar location/opportunity soon.

I hope so.

 

[jchtlit]

So, I think there is a difference between Eroticism and pure sexuality. While the sexual can also be erotic, the erotic is often not necessarily sexual.
George Battaile said once that eroticism as thriving when it breaks prohibitions, goes beyond the physical, into something else, something we can’t express but feel. Perhaps, he is referring to o something similar to what the Romantics called the sublime.

So this thread is about the erotic, moving away from the sexual to something being it, something more sublime.

Hopefully we can work out what eroticism actually is.

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Your thoughts and pictures regarding eroticism are right on the mark.
Some of the most erotic women I have known are not beautiful or gorgeous but have an aura or a feeling around them that trans sends the cultural ideals of sexy and erotic.

I know it, I feel it when she walks into a room...

 

[lucy_anne21]

https://i.postimg.cc/dqthtxjp/IMG-4268.gif

 

[liliput1]

The visual imagination of Daido Moriyama is a fascinating thing. Part phantasmagoria, part urban anthropology, part temptation, Moriyama's art spanned various genres. But he kept to one single principle - to capture the surprising textures within our spaces, those hidden things, those unexpected sensory experiences.

His photography speaks of possibility, that whatever we think about what is, there is always something that emerges from the cracks of our consciousness.

https://ibb.co/HTv89MhZ
https://ibb.co/vCS5MM6V
https://ibb.co/tMyTSFqr

I sincerely hope that whoever invented fishnets understood what they'd done. You hear sometimes of people so far ahead of their time they don't get any acknowledgement.

 

[softbird]

I sincerely hope that whoever invented fishnets understood what they'd done. You hear sometimes of people so far ahead of their time they don't get any acknowledgement.

Sounds like an idea for another thread