Scarring

Puckered white scars on a lovely back. I know that some people find their scars to be a source of torment. They find them ugly and think of them as a hideous mistake marring their skin. I think skin is sexier with a scar or ten. They're so much more sensitive too. Licking or biting a scar tends to get a much more interesting reaction than just biting skin.

Photo from Alex.

A couple

Today, I stumbled upon Daddy's Dirty Blonde.

Haaaa...

Seriously, look through their pictures. This scarification turns out beautifully and she wears it very well. Her daddy doesn't appear in many photos, but the fact that they took a photo of him disinfecting, wearing gloves and holding her so gently makes me so happy.

They have pictures of their studio, which is not only gorgeous, but obviously set up for frequent and imaginative play. Not only this, but all the pictures are really artistic and absolutely stunning.  They have some great bondage too...

LOOK AT THIS AND DROOL.

Not only is the photo beautiful, soft skin, nipple piercings, purple rope... but the bondage is asymmetrical! Does anyone remember me fetishizing asymmetrical bondage earlier? It's been awhile! I don't find this sort of asymmetry very often.

Also, she's adorable and has a strap on. :)

This blog makes me happy. Everyone should be happy and read blogs about sweet and creative bdsm couples in love.

:)

heartification

Gorgeous work from Anoki. Sweet stockings and a cute scarification.

Beautiful scars

Scars, from Much Like Falling.

Possession through piercing

This picture is from Koushoku.

I love the idea of ownership marks (if you haven't noticed). My wife has several permanent scars from me as well as a nipple piercing.

This is why I enjoyed the manga/anime Loveless. It was before I really knew what bdsm was, or why I liked it. I knew I loved the idea of possession and permanent marks to show ownership. I just wasn't sure why.

And this picture is from the Loveless anime.

The boy who's being pierced says something wonderful during this scene: 'The pain will be the evidence of a bond between us... When I see it, I will remember you."

*happy*

Scars and ropes

Pretty...

No, I have no intelligent comment to go here. I'll just be ogling this picture for awhile, so I thought I'd share the joy.

Art from Pluto.

Scarification

My pet's scarification, done by me.

Fawn

Scarification, chains, partial undress, ripped clothing, fantasy creatures and a kiss? Awesome.

From ChocolateisForever.

CD top

A CD top rests his heel against the back of his partially undressed and much marked bottom, as his bottom worships his heel. I love the bottom's pose and the fact that the 'sissy' one is the top. We don't see enough of that.

Art from Araihime.

musical scarification

Cool scarification. I have to wonder what it was done with, though. Some of the lines are a bit crooked, but a good idea and fairly well done, especially if it was done at home.

needle patterns

Some interesting needleplay. I wonder how many needles that is?

suck it

As always, I adore art from Hobbit Dragon. And a sexy picture of a boy sucking his lover's cock... how could you go wrong?

Cocks come in all shapes and sizes. Some are detachable. Some are colorful. Some are skin colored. Some glow in the dark.

My cock is silver, hard and detachable. My cock is the same color as my skin, soft and flexible. I have two different ones. I bet most boys aren't that lucky.

How to love poem

Lovely poem from gender queer Chicago, called How to Make Love to a Trans Person.

by Gabe Moses

Forget the images you've learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.

Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.

When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it's highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she's "had the surgery."
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.

If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet it
Let her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she'd lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.

If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.

Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They're just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It's what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That's the important part.
Don't worry about the bodies.
They've got this.

Bound in ink

A bound and blindfolded man in ink, drawn by the Filthy Amphibian.

masochisms

Some pretty masochism from Anoki. I adore the way this artist draws bite marks.

leashed by candlelight

I love the color and feel of this picture. The style is great.

Art by Mirrorx1.

skull scarification

A very interesting scarification. Though honestly, I think it looked better before it had healed. They should have put some color in it.

Scratching

Some beautiful art from Silvae.

Heart

It's way after Valentines, but I found another one! I heart my bottom's bottom.

This is not my bottom's bottom. This is from sirs-littleone.

Clamps, bits and spankings

One has to love The Filthy Amphibian. The use of watercolors (which I looove), the colors, the body hair (which there is not enough of in sexy art!), the dramatic poses and angles, the facial expressions and the creative elements of BDSM.

It's the pinched, reddened skin under the clamps, or the stubble lining the blindfolded man's jaw. It's the wild sketch of a bit-gag and blindfold with a beautiful jaw, chin, mouth and nose. It's the pillow under the bottom's head, the loose hold on the leash, the implements on the wall.

I'll stop gushing now. But I will keep drooling over these pictures.