• If she is lucky enough to connect with someone in a sexual way, she is obligated to follow through as generously and completely as she can.
• If she brings the person (people) to orgasm or if they bring her to orgasm, she is rewarded with oral sex.
• If she fails to follow through with an opportunity or refuses it for lack of motivation, or simply fails  to overcome logistical barriers, she is spanked.
• If the event is recorded and shared, she will get a better, longer reward.

They might not be for everyone, but for the right person they make what would otherwise be tedious time apart a hard-nipple, dripping wet adventure.

For example, even what would otherwise be a tedious cross country flight becomes a potential adventure.  If the person sitting next to her is an acceptable target (alas, a big if, but the seat-mate lottery certainly has higher stakes) but if her seatmate is reasonable, an outfit like this (without any undergarments) not only makes the flight fun but expedites security.  The only disadvantage is leaving a puddle in the seat.

The Elegant Spanking is a black and white, silent (with cards) movie about an afternoon between a mistress and her slave, a beautiful maid.  The story line beings with the mistress amusing herself in front of a mirror, eventually masturbating with a string of pearls, as her maid watches while arranging flowers.  The tension mounts as the maid joins the mistress, with much foot licking and pee drinking (and a little tea drinking too as a plot device).

The climax of the movie revolves around the mistress punishing the maid with an ethusiastic spanking and pedal stimulation of the maid.  After the mistress dresses and leaves the maid relives her afternoon while licking the pearls.

Maria Beatty’s movies are very different than typical pornographic films, they’re arty and have good music.  The women tend to be more “natural” than in mainstream porn.  The sex is explicit and fairly clearly shot, though the movie structure does not follow the standard porn movie “sufficiently long” sex scene/minor break/next “sufficiently long” sex scene model.   This is a short film, about 30 minutes.  I did not see The Black Glove, the other feature on the DVD.

Going Under is compared to secretary, but it is not nearly as compelling: it is slow, the character development moderate, the tension weak.   It compares well to low-budget sex-themed independent movies except for a few notable exceptions such as ShortBus, Secretary or even the comparatively low budget also kinky  Preaching to the Perverted. The quality of actor willing to play naked, the quality of writer willing to address the erotic, the availability of money all limit the final product usually disappointingly.

Going is not so bad as to be unwatchable and the story has some fairly interesting developments, even if taken slowly. The story centers around the evolution of a relationship between a kinky submissive therapist named Peter (Roger Rees) and a professional dominatrix named Susanne (Geno Lechner).  The situation is complicated because Susanne is quitting her madame and Peter is married.

Peter’s wife is apparently unperturbed by Peter’s needs or by Susanne and Peter’s budding “out of the office” relationship, but Susanne’s girlfriend is not so amused.

Then, suddenly, nothing really changed; roll credits.

Roger Rees is frequently naked in the movie occasionally pretending to masturbate and there are plenty of mild fetish flavored BD/SM scenes, though nothing particularly erotic or explicit.   The costuming is pretty good: stylish though more restrained than Preaching to the Perverted.

Tokyo Lucky Hole is a huge volume of photographs documenting the sex clubs of Shinjuku.  The pictures come from a variety of clubs, from the early no-panties coffee houses to specialized perversions such as a club where the patrons lie naked in port-holed coffins and are masturbated by “mourners” sitting atop.

Many of the photographs are taken in and around the public areas of the clubs and document the shows and environment of the clubs, which seem to range from merely titillating or just plain silly to live sex shows where the performers fellate volunteers from the audience on stage or mount them; a bit like a sex-positive circus.

Another common theme is candid snapshots of the performers, most laughing or smiling, all enjoying themselves.  The prologue explains that the sex scene of the early 1980s opened up to amateurs: students and housewives who could make good money in a fairly non-threatening environment of these sometimes very silly venues.  Their good spirit shows through in the pictures.

The most explicit theme is photographs taken in private rooms of patrons and performers engaged in various sex acts: mostly oral or hand jobs, but plenty of plain sex as well.  The images give the sense of being un-staged and candid, and as a result are  amusing and erotic and entirely un-pretentious.  And sometimes very funny, as when a woman’s group scene ends with her peeing at a man shielding himself with an umbrella.

The book is a 700 page, comprehensive documentary of a unique period of sexual history.

TwistSF  is a very stylish sex club, modern and attractive.  One enters through an unmarked door into a lobby with a rest room and coat check.  Alcohol is strictly BYOB, one leaves the bottle under the care of staff (who seem to monitor for excessive consumption).  There’s four partial levels on two complete floors.  One floor is  a dance club where people tend to remain at least mostly clothed, the other is a sex club divided into areas suitable for 2-10 or so people each.

The lowest floor is the dance club which is nicely lit and where fairly acceptable music is played by a live DJ. People seem to start down there and, as the evening gets on, it tends to empty out but often one sees youngish suburban looking groups that stay down there as if it were only that sort of club.  Early on the evening the sex-oriented couples congregate in the dance club (drinking there is fine, but they ask that you not take it upstairs presumably because the upstairs has many soft surfaces).  People often dress fairly revealingly – often skirts without suitable undergarments or topless, the hosts sometimes come downstairs and dance with friends.  In general though the bottom level is more dressed than not and I’ve never observed any thing more than exploratory groping – no orgasms on the dance floor for example (though I’m not sure why).

1/3 flight up is a bar where one leaves the BYOB and a bartender will mix drinks for tips.

1/3 flight up from there is the entry and coat check and a bathroom.

Upstairs is where the real action happens.  It is a pointy triangular building: at the base are practical affordances (closets, private room) and a bathroom and then along the long arms of the triangle are curtained and glass-walled zones with various assortments of bed-like furniture.  One has a large screen TV with porn on repeat.  Toward the point of the triangle is a large circular bed with smaller “perches” around it.  The pointy tip is a triangular bedroom with glass walls and a door.  Some of the more enthusiastic n-way activity seems to happen there.

There’s a substantial male/female behavioral split despite the unambiguous intent of the space.  Every man there is looking (even though they only allow single women and couples and in theory there should be more women than men).  No women are looking for men.  Occasionally a woman will engage another woman, but somewhat rarely; male-male interactions are rare or non-existent due to the admissions policy.  People are well-behaved and respect boundaries and follow the rules.

Another key feature is a variety of spaces offering a range of private-exhibitionistic opportunities.  For males, however, exhibitionism must be it’s own reward as without being forward and accepting a high reject rate it will generally prove efficacious as advertising except for extraordinary specimens.  That said, people do come to have sex and actually do engage in it with some enthusiasm; while it is a little more mainstream in the audience than other SF clubs, mainstream people seem to talk about sex less and have it more, while the SF alt.sex community is much more about talk and posture than action: fauxsexuals.

Overall it is a nice, comfortable space that is attractive and appropriately lit and seems to encourage the behavior the appearance suggests.  People are usually not loud (though not always, some talk way too much, some are a little too theatrical with their orgasms in a way that induces some pretty anti-sexy laughter – it is fun and funny but….).   The experienced are likely to get what they’re looking for while for novices, it is a great place to flirt with being more sexually adventurous.

If you want beautiful pictures of beautiful women tied up, this is the book for you.  It’s all shibari, all beautifully lit and shot in black and white.  The pictures are all excellent, all perfectly composed.  While the subject is bondage, the subjects appear serene or even laughing; this isn’t a book about rape fantasies, in fact it is hardly a book about sex.

While most shots include bare breasts and erect nipples, and many include genitalia, there is not a single “pink” shot (or whatever the greytone equivalent would be) in the entire book.  There’s one slightly incongruous picture of an MF couple with the man’s hands firmly clasped over the woman’s breasts and dots of what looks like hand lotion on the woman’s abdomen that seems to be intended to signify semen.  Perhaps.

It is a book for beautiful, almost sculptural pictures of women and rope.

Cafe Flesh is a classic (really) adult film that developed a signfiicant cult following.  The basis of the following is a little obscure given the actual quality of the film and story line, however it does stand out from most movies with cum shots on screen as having a premise and a plot, the storyline being more complex than some mainstream cinema… though not exactly challenging those mainstream movies that might have a chance at an award.

The story line is that there has been a nuclear war and in the post haulocost world people have become either sex negatives or sex positives.  Sex positives can have sex (unlike bay-area sex positives who talk about sex all the time but never actually have it) and are required to by law to inspire the “caged desire” of the sex negatives.   This is posited as and might even be read as a nominally “deep” statement about the nature of human desire and the repression of the same.  OK… not too deep but still, it is a porn movie.

And “adult” it is:

• The first sex scene is MF, quick cum shot.
• The second also MF, also a quick cum shot.
• The third is FF, sort of cut short (no female ejaculation here, but this was from the bush era, and not the political one, not even the first).
• The fourth: MMF, slightly longer to accommodate the necessary permutations.
• The fifth: MF, with “Ric0″ the agent of change.
• The sixth: FF, a plot driven moment of tremendous magnitude.
• The seventh: MF, Rico drives the plot to its abrupt conclusion.

Overall it is actually a nominally watchable movie, though there’s some intrinsic schizophrenia in any movie that attempts to marry a plotline with an effort at arousing the viewer in a prurient way; Cafe Flesh straddles the two somewhat uncomfortably.  It is to the creator’s credit (I think) that it succeeds more as a plot-driven movie than a porn movie, not to imply any absolute figure of merit to that success, rather a relative one.

Nurse me is one of the better Hentai titles: the animation is pretty good for the genre, there is a comprehensible story, and there’s a lot of sex.

On the downside, most of the sex is non-consensual, though the story arc is predicated on the heroine discovering heretofore unknown sexual predilections and thus the non-consensual humiliation and sexual degradation to which she is subjected a journey of self-discovery.  One would not have to be an angry feminist to characterize the premise as a male fantasy with little grounding in reality.

The story line has some complexities which make it stand out, there is a conflict (yes, a real psuedo-literary conflict) between the protagonists desire to live up to the model of the nurse who gave care to her favorite uncle and the demands placed on her by the training program to which she has enroled that she might achieve the (literally) saintly objective.

This sainthood is something of a black mass, repleate with enemas, lacivious head surgeons taking her virginity, more experienced lesbian nurses, and low-class rapists (who get their “cumuppance” in the form of a martial art’s coin throw to the erect genetilia).  Still, the heroine is a good nurse and takes each trial in stride and explicit detail (without censoring).

Didier Carre’s Stainless Ladies is a nicely produced book of women with transparent dildoes in their vaginas.

There’s more to it than that, of course, but flipping through the images, the prevailing impression is of attractive, muscular women with perfectly shaved pudenda (though not all completely) and clear dildos of various shapes inserted, mostly vaginally, though a few anal insertions are included.

All of the photographs are perfectly lit, carefully composed, artistically posed.  The models are all naked, their only costumes partially inserted.  If their faces are visible, they look directly at the camera.   The pictures are erotic, but in a somewhat clinical way.  The women are gorgeous, but more sculptural than sexual.

Video performance is good, video quality tends to be excellent (basically standard MPEG4 via flash like all sites seems to use now).  There’s a wide variety of content and navigation is pretty straight forward.

youporn stands out in that you can download content to your hard disk and it has a higher percentage of genuinely amateur content than most of them.  They also have a fairly straight forward upload process and provide linkbacks.