"Photo-Apotemnophilia" by Forbidden Light

Divided by glare, I'm lost in the shine.

Splendor and oil slices me in half.

To be amputated by light...

...is to have an encounter with God.

     The prefix 'photo' means light and 'apotemnophilia' is the clinical term for those whom desire to be amputated.  This fabricated term seems appropriate for my recent photographic experiment.  In the tradition of my favorite photographer, Gonzalo Benard, I've been practicing the art of self-portraiture.  Using items present in my household, I've been having so much fun constructing visual statements.

     Slathering on a thick layer of Castor oil, I wanted to see what would happen if I stood right next to my light source.  No flash.  No digital effects.  The light reflecting from my heavily oiled body wiped out a segment of my body!  I fell in love with the amputating effect!

     Frontally facing the bright light created an illusion that my waist was very small while maintaining muscular backside.  Using a tripod and a timer, I simply faced the light pointed my ass towards the camera. (LOL) I would love the opportunity to continue this glare experiment with other models with different skin tones and body types.

     Another aspect to this experiment with light & oil, I also smeared some oil onto the lens of the camera and had fun hiding behind the blur.  The result struck an accord with me, because I've always felt more aroused by creative censoring than hardcore images bearing everything.  Creating fully exposed silhouettes, I had some material that was subtly erotic (and fit for Facebook!)

Deadly Sin #1: Extravagance I

 
     Extra-virgin olive oil poured directly from the bottle to the small of your back.  Slowly.  Liberally.  Heavily.  Followed by strong palm strokes, I spread the oil all over your naked body.  I love the way your skin shines.
     Massaging you all over.  Enjoying the sensation of our slick bodies sliding off of each other.  We are both so slippery, we began to invent new ways to hold each other.  Tight.  Tangled.  I love the way your calves graze my sides.  You love the way my fingers grip your throat and jaws.
     Seasoning your skin with sugar and mangoes, I scrub your body with the coarse grains.  Scraping.  Scouring.  Sweetly sweeping every inch of your skin.  Feet.  Toes.  Thighs.  Knees.

Our bodies will never accept less after this moment.

We have both tasted extravagance and made drunk by its allure.

There's is no road back home.

"Ashley Duvernay" by Gregory Prescott

ex·trav·a·gance[ik-strav-uh-guhns]  1. Excessive or unnecessary expenditure.

2. Unrestrained or fantastic excess, as of actions or opinions.

Aliphineurism: Oily Decadance

    One of my favorite things to do is to give myself long massages.  Catering to the attention glutton within, I spend a great deal of time on each muscle.  Stretching.  Vibrating.  Kneading.  After a couple of hours, I feel like self-appointed royalty.
     An interesting progression happened.  I slowly went from generic massage oil to Jasmine Essential Oil to thick, slippery oils like Olive Oil.  I can't get enough of that saturating feeling.  At this time, I'm indulging in peanut oil.  The consistency is perfect; heavy and buttery.  I've gotten to point where I apply generous amounts, smothering myself from head to toe.  Pouring on quarts, for a moment, I reside in the lap of luxury.  I'm suddenly surrounded by satin and service.

Peanut Oil has revolutionized my masturbatory life

The golden brown luster of my skin fills my eyes

The smooth movements of my hands travel all over my body

 Every throbbing vein becomes pronounced

Two fingers insert with zero effort

The honey hued oils takes on a silver tint

(Thank you, George Washington Carver!)