Voluptuous Women – Sex Porn Erotica

The Height of Erotica
A Woman with Curves

Voluptuous describes a woman who’s large
but in all the right places.
Voluptuous is a curvy compliment.

A skinny woman is the opposite of voluptuous.
Being voluptuous means being a little fleshy
and curvy, especially in the chest area.

But voluptuous doesn’t only apply to body types.
A house that’s luxurious, lavishly decorated,
and full of delicious food is voluptuous.

Any use of voluptuous means there’s a lot going on.
For some reason, most fashion models are not
voluptuous at all — they’re as thin as rakes.

By today’s standards, Marilyn Monroe would be considered
“curvy” which is Hollywood-talk for “bigger” or “busty”.

Monroe helps to remind us of the notion that you don’t
have to be super skinny to be attractive.

In a world where the media wants us to see Victoria’s Secret
models as the end all be all of beauty, Marilyn Monroe helps
us recognize that there is no one reigning body type.

Highly Erogenous
Find Her Deep Spot

Hit the Deep Spot in Her

A little-known female erogenous zone when stimulated
can lead to rapid vaginal lubrication and arousal.

This is often without any other form of stimulation,
with continued stimulation causing an intense orgasm.

Deep penetration. Some women adore it and
need it to orgasm, but many find it too much.

Towards the back or your vagina is your “deep spot” known as
the anterior fornix. It’s located right above your cervix.

Having it stimulated by your man is obviously super
pleasurable during deep penetration sex. But if he
doesn’t quite do it right, he’ll accidentally hit your cervix.

This can be incredibly painful and stops sex right in its tracks.

High Sex Appeal

Are lads’ mags, tabloids or the porn industry doing
a good job of informing us which women we’re allowed
to call ‘sexy’, and what our sexual preferences should be?

The ‘Sexiness’
Stereotype

It’s almost impossible to know which women are sexy.
Until now I’ve had to discreetly compare lovers to
the life-sized cardboard cut-out of Wonder Woman
that stands next to my bed.

But thankfully, the hacks at FHM [For Him Magazine]
have produced a definitive guide to the 100 Sexiest
Women In The World. It’s supposed to be the kind of
sexiness that we can measure all women against.

Their ingenious approach: asking thousands of judgmental
young wankers to whom they would most like to masturbate.

The result: women need to be more like somebody
called Tulisa, your sex doll from Amazon.

This imposed image of sexiness in women has been
scratching away in my subconscious mind since
I first picked up a “lads’ mag” in my mid-teens.

Once you strip away the poses, the make-up,
the clothes, the presentation and expectation,
there’s nothing objectively extraordinary
about these women at all.

The only difference between the girls [always ‘girls’]
of lads’ mags and the women I meet in real life,
is that real life is a lot more diverse.

My friends have dimples, and freckles, and curvy bits,
and complicated personalities; they make amusing facial
expressions, and one has ginger hair.

Qualities which are ruthlessly purged from the parade of
near-identical Stepford wank subjects in the wank media.

It’s the tedium that comes with consensus. That’s what
happens when you get thousands of people to choose sexiness
based on pictures of women they’ve seen in magazines.

Their sample is limited, for a start. There are so many
people voting that things will eventually work their
way towards a democratic middle-ground.

Sex, Media &
Conditioning

The breadth and variety of human sexual preference won’t get
a look in. You’ll inevitably end up with 100 beautiful yet
very similar singers/models/actresses in their pants.

When you ask people an open question about what they
find attractive, ‘sexiness’ becomes far more inclusive.

FHM’s ‘study’ uses a cohort of men self-selected according
to their preference for the kind of women who feature in FHM

It conditions men with a monthly barrage of images labeled ‘sexy’,
and then asks them to name some sexy women. Even if you accepted
the bogus premise that sex appeal could be ranked on a universal
scale, this would be a rubbish way to do it.

Mighty Fine Models

Mighty Fine Models from Andrew on Vimeo.

Well-Developed Breasts

I got my first bra at 11, before
high school, just as periods were
becoming a reality among my friends.

Boobs were exciting. It meant I was growing up,
becoming a teenager, the best years of my life full
of biology classes, boys and black-lace undergarments.

From that first bra purchase, every
year my chest would grow and grow while
the anxieties and contradictions inflated.

Everything felt related to them: girlfriends exclaiming my luck,
new swimmer tops digging into my sides, boys snapping my straps
in class, ill-fitting school uniforms bunching at my torso
and jutting out at my breasts making my stomach look larger
than it was, enduring cat-calls from men in passing cars as
I walked to the shopping centre with my 13-year-old peers.

Maturing at a young age made me be more
conscious of my place in the world.

My breasts hyper-sexualised me at such a young age
I rarely accentuated them. Growing up stopped being
exciting, and instead became kind of frightening.

It was like my teenage body was growing ahead of itself
and I was chasing behind, wanting to catch up but not
wanting the responsibility that came with DD cups.