And eventually, at the end of the story, there are no secrets left. Maybe there are breasts jiggling and dancing, nipples pointing up at the stars, lips parted, fingers busy inside a happy cleft. Every inch of girlskin showing for my drooling delectation.

For me, it’s the story in an expicit shoot that makes it. Or at least the steady undressing, the glimpses becoming flashes becoming views becoming landscapes.

Which is one reason why I couldn’t warm to this link from the quirky erotica site Erosblog. It’s one thing to begin with an image of a lovely young nurse leaning low over a patient, her uniform top one button too far down, her cleavage a curving cleft drawing the eye, raising the temperature.

One might imagine things going further, one thing leading to another.

But when the picture sequence begins with a breast fully exposed, and ends with the nurse holding her vulva so far apart that there is nothing at all left to the imagination, I’m not satisfied. That’s a medical text, not erotica.

Where’s the art? Where’s the romance?

Sure, one downloads porn to look at naked women, but do you really want to be peering down a speculum at the inside contours of someone’s inside contours?

Now, I’m a visual kind of guy, and there’s nothing quite like looking at a well built woman with her clothes neatly stacked somewhere out of my sight. But there’s a limit to how far I can feast my eyes, and there are parts of the female anatomy that I prefer to explore with fingers, tongue or penis. Some sights are best left to obstetricians.

So, most of the world’s porn, judging by years of exhaustive research, is not my cup of tea. It goes too far, it’s simple-minded, it’s scripted.

It’s fake. It’s forced.

Which is a good way to direct the reader’s attention to Abby Winters. Honest sex, I call it. Abby Winters hit upon the perfect formula. Find young women and offer them good money to pleasure themselves with the camera rolling. Sometimes the shoots stop short of that, or go on to girl/girl sex. Sometimes there are several models performing at once, sometimes there is dancing or yoga or sports.

It’s all up to the models themselves, who are literally the girl next door, filmed in bedrooms, back gardens, kitchens. The sex is genuine, the orgasms authentic, the conversation unscripted and frank. The production crew is all female, which accounts for a lot of the relaxed behavior, I guess. Easier to be yourself when it’s just you and the girls joshing around, rather than a crew of strange men adjusting their pants when you unhook your bra.

Sometimes there’s no crew at all. Just an unattended camera on a tripod aimed at the young woman doing exactly what she does when the boyfriend – or girlfriend – is not around and she’s all by herself.

It’s an education for any man. Forget the airbrushed Penthouse vaginas, the plastic smile of the professional strip tease, the forced frolics of Russian sexworkers, or the fake moans and sighs of the professional pornstars.

You want to see how women turn themselves on and reach a climax? Here’s the real deal. Just follow along and take notes. Penis in vagina is the cherry on the icing on the cake, and there’s a lot of stroking and caressing, kissing and licking, rubbing and cuddling that goes on before you get anywhere near that point.

More to the point, it’s fun. Fun for the models, fun for the watcher.

A typical Abby Winters video begins with the model at home. On a bed, on a couch, fully clothed, at ease. The crew – usually offscreen, but occasionally seen interacting with the model – talk with the model, asking her about her life, her hobbies, her likes, her favorite clothes, food, sex positions. Whatever the model wants to talk about.

Along the way, clothes come off. Sometimes they go on again if the model wants to show off her favorite frilly knickers or heels. But whatever happens along the way, and there are often surprises, ranging from the sudden intrusions of household pets to the impromptu demonstration of some odd bodily skill, full nudity is achieved.

A smiling, happy woman, proud of her body, glad to show it off. Is there anything more sexy than this?

Usually there is. The model begins to caress herself, stroke here and there, becoming more and more focused, moving inexorably downwards, sliding a finger in, rubbing herself with increasing urgency… Sometimes toys are involved. But always the eyes close in bliss and the back arches and the hands slow from their frenzy.

It’s a genuine pleasure.

I’ll be frank. There’s one scene the model sometimes plays at the request of the production crew. “Can you give us a guided tour of your body?” they’ll ask, and the model obliges, telling the story of every scar and piercing, every freckle and fold. They talk frankly of their choices in things like shaving or tattoos. They weigh their breasts and tell us how much they like them. They’ll pause for a moment after showing their navels, their bouncy buttocks, their red-painted toenails. They glance at the camera.

And then they lean back, spread their legs and talk us through the most intimate parts of their anatomy, sometimes revealing unheard of pet names for their parts. One lovely young lady called it a “minch”. Another pointed out her vital organs with a twig plucked from a tree – that particular shoot was outdoors – and gave particular emphasis to her clitoris. “Guys,” she said firmly, “pay attention to this part right here and your girlfriends will thank you!”

That’s one reason I love Abby Winters. Their videos might end with a young woman holding her labia wide apart, but it’s the woman’s choice, at her own pace and pleasure.

And guys, if you’ve got a grl, just ask her, next time she’s in the mood, to give you a guided tour of her body. And maybe ask her to show you how she likes to reach orgasm in her own way in her own time.

I think she’ll thank you for it.

— Guy Sez

Caution. Seamen inside. – photo by Abejo

For guys:
Start erect. Hold foreskin between thumb and fingers, move rapidly up and down over ridge of glans. Lewd thoughts speed climax even more. Aim ejaculate into sock.

For girls:
Remove all clothing, slowly, enjoying the feel of your silken undergarments sliding over your willing skin. Socks are optional, but give your toes a treat, too. Look at those ten little piggies wiggling happily. Look at the rest of yourself, concentrating on the nipples as they grow harder, crinkling up in excitement. You can’t see any other good bits, don’t bother.

Your body is beautiful. Run your fingers lightly along your neck, your sides, your arms. Feel your skin. Enjoy the sensation, enjoy your hair whisking over neck, shoulders, ears. Now is the time to give all those under-appreciated parts of your body a touch. Just to let them know you’re thinking of them, and if it weren’t for your elbows, you’d be Barbie.

Your fingers slide gently onto the rounded curves of your breasts. Both hands needed here. There’s a lot of skin to cover. Take your time. Stroke the sensitive edges, climbing the sweet hillocks, working, gliding your way into the centres. Feel the crinkled skin of your nipples. Feel the tenderness of your aureoles. Take a look down, they are changing color, even as you watch and toy with them.

Glide your fingers over your whole chest, taking in your breasts in passing. Maybe you’re imagining someone’s body on yours, maybe you are just enjoying the relaxing feel of your own. And you are relaxing. You can feel tensions ebbing away, the cares of the everyday world disappearing as you focus on your own self, your own body, your own sensations.

Move your hands downwards. Tease yourself. Caress your belly, your flanks. Don’t hurry. You can feel a different, enjoyable tension growing somewhere inside. And, how often do you get to stroke your stomach, anyhow? It’s not like you do it as part of your normal work day. It’s not like anyone else does it for you. Nobody cute. Nobody tall and handsome. Or short and cuddly. Not normally.

Maybe your fingers encounter a curl of hair as they sweep along the lower regions of your belly. Maybe they don’t. Maybe your fingers slide down onto your legs. Maybe you feel your thighs, your calves, those cute little piggies you admired earlier.

You’ll know when you’re ready.

And when you’re ready, leave it a while longer. One hand for your breasts, the other softly fondling the tops of your thighs, the creases leading up to your hips, the gentle mound in the middle. Take your time.

Feel your soft girl curls against your hand. There’s a special feeling there. A thrill. A promise.

Move your hand in closer. Maybe bring the other one down, feeling the triangle of your sex, feeling the gentle curves of that rounded mound in the middle, feeling underneath, cupping it in your hand, being a little rough here, rubbing it on the outside, feeling the response inside.

Both hands here. Spread your thighs a little, one hand on each side, stroking the soft skin inside, the coarser skin in the middle, the surprising smoothness of the very centre as you part your lips and the forceful movements become tender, soft.

Get the stroke right – photo by Nevit

You may need a little moisture now. If you’ve taken your time, there may be some immediately available, just slide a finger inside.

Oherwise a bit of saliva will do the trick. Your clitoris will likely be too sensitive for direct, dry touching. It’s the same reason guys don’t wrap their hands directly onto the knob – they want that intervening foreskin to cushion the strokes.

Apply your moisture, use one or two fingers to the folds of skin around the shining bean of your clitoris, gently, slowly stroking and sliding. Use the other hand to fondle around. Experiment. You’ll know what feels good. Maybe, if you are built that way, you can slide one of your nipples into your mouth, nibbling, kissing, tonguing.

Take your time. You’re building up to something big here.

You’re building a rhythm. You’re touching, vibrating, jiggling your best bits. You can keep this going for a while. It’s all good.

After a while, you can slide one, maybe two fingers inside. You should be nice and damp by now. The focus is on your clitoris, but it’s good to have the sensation of something inside. Fingers, a toy, a cucumber…

This is where you can decide for yourself if the G-spot is real or not. It’s just inside, on the clitoris side of the inside. An area of ridged skin. Even if it’s all a myth, it’s fun to explore, fun to fondle.

The rest is rhythm. Salacious thoughts and images may be useful here. Thinking about sex with a willing partner. Whatever fantasy works, now is the time to be run it through your mind’s eye. Your mind’s tongue, your mind’s vagina.

Find a rhythm that works and stick to it. You’ll know exactly what is working, what is good, what is helping you reach a climx.

You’ll feel the edge approaching. Just keep up whatever brought you there, maybe speed up a little and you’ll go sliding over.

Your whole body will become focussed down to a tiny point of pleasure, growing swelling, exploding, pulse after pulse after glorious pulse.

Keep on the pressure, press hard. Any movement now should be directed inward, pressing where the pleasure is.

And then you’re over, gentle strokes here and there, curl up in a ball, tuck the blankets between your knees, just enjoy that afterglow.

For guys and girls: Wash your hands afterwards. A shower would be good. The smell of sex lingers on your fingers.

Resources

Male Masturbation Techniques – Blog with videos and finely detailed notes on technique.

Intimate Moments – girls masturbating.

Grl sez: Heh, I’ve got iTunes on random, right now I’m listening to Slumdog Millionaire

Guy sez: Quiz show theme. I like it! Are you ready for the first round?

Grl sez: Woohoo bring it on! Shall I take us up to my bedroom?

Guy sez: Let me just tie you into the Hot Seat, here.  Unpack the secret box of interesting stuff.  Reach in for the first question…

Grl sez: Shall I take some clothes off first?

Guy sez: Only if you turn on the webcam…

Grl sez: All’s fair in love and war right?

Guy sez: Right. My first question! It’s an easy one. How old are you?

Grl sez: I’m in the mid 20s… young enough to still be cool and old enough to have some fun with it!

Guy sez: OK. You’re cool, icicles dripping off your nose. But what about orientation?

Grl sez: Haven’t you read my bio! I like (in alphabetical order) bagels, boys, chocolate, and girls…..especially blueberry bagels :p

Guy sez: I’m not as keen on b-words as you.

Grl sez: Not even the pumpkin ones?

Guy sez: Maybe pumpkin bagels are extra special. Haven’t tried one yet. Maybe next Halloween. Now that you’ve mentioned food, let me just reach in and see what we’ve got in the way of foodstuffs. Mangoes, root beer, peanut butter…

Grl sez: You can throw the root beer out thanks! Foul stuff!

Guy sez: Leaving out healthy diet aspects, if you could cover your lover’s body with something edible so you could lick it off, what would you choose?

Grl sez: That’s not hard….gotta go with the Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup…heaven in a bottle that stuff is!

Guy sez: I’ve just ordered an 8 pound can up from the Marina Safeway. I have everything else right here in the box. Chains, batteries, watermelon…

On that note, when you’re by yourself, just thinking quietly, hands nowhere in particular, what’s your favorite fantasy?

Grl sez: Hmmm, it changes fairly frequently Right now I’m loving imagining you tied up and covered in syrup…with Orlando Bloom….or Abby from NCIS…I’m easy!

Guy sez: Wow – I’m part of a double act, maybe a threesome, running through the good bits of your mind. With syrup footprints. Oh wait, no. You’ve tied me up. While Orlando Bloom has his way with you. You fiend!

Grl sez: Well at least I’m letting you watch…I could’ve had you blindfolded as well!

Guy sez: Your first love?

Grl sez: My first love would be Ben…I was a pretty tragic teenager and my best friend had to ask him out for me, while I hid behind a tennis raquet…we dated for a while but eventually realized neither of us were madly in love and would rather just be friends…and we’re still friends now..nothing big happened, a bit of kissing at best!

First real love….now that is a seriously tragic story! We’d been friends for a while after he helped get me through a tough patch in my life and then I fell madly in love with him after he shared a whole lot of his favourite music with me, after listening to What About Now by Daughtry over and over and over and over I realized just how in love with him I was….being in love with him was amazing, made me feel like I was full to bursting with joy, all the time. Sadly a whole lot of shit happened and we both changed and it ended fairly suddenly with him totally breaking my heart. It was worth it though, and I miss feeling that way about someone sometimes (not that I don’t love you to bits Guy!).

My first girl love was a girl I met while I was traveling. There’s a lot I regret not doing with her, but it was hard being on the move so much, and her job kept her working insane hours. Eventually, just before I came home, she told me she’d rather just be friends (which is fair enough, long distance is always difficult), but I still enjoy flirting with her a lot, and I miss her like crazy sometimes!

Guy sez: “Being in love is amazing, makes me feel full to bursting with joy, all the time.”

Isn’t it, just? I feel bubbly and bouncy and the world is bright.

Kind of hard to go on with my list of prepared questions, trying to get some of the sordid details, but here we go.

Have you ever masturbated in front of someone? Have you ever watched someone masturbate?

Grl sez: Yes for the first one, but I don’t *think* I’ve ever watched someone else…and (for the first one again) when he asked me if I was masturbating I got really embarrassed and told him no….that relationship was really awkward! Not exactly sure why I decided to go out with him!

Guy sez: Picking up on something you said earlier, do you have a favorite song for making love?

Grl sez: Nothing really springs to mind, but I like the idea of making love to Everybody by Sister Hazel!

Guy sez: Ah. Sister Hazel. Florida isn’t just oranges and Disney, you know. I love their latest album. Release. Sounds exactly the thing for making love! “Comes a release…”

Grl sez: Heh, me too <3

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of it in that way too!

Vacation Rain would be nice too…

Guy sez: Heh. They’ve got some good lines. There’s one about “…the taste of your tongue…” and I never kiss nowadays without sneaking in a little taste. You’re probably kind of chocolatey right now…

On the flip side – and you are probably too young to know about flip sides, it’s all CDs and MP3s nowadays, never a good honest piece of vinyl – what’s your preferred music after a relationship has ended? Your favorite comfort music. Barbra Streisand, maybe?

Grl sez: Depends on what kind of mood I’m in….if I just feel like crying then I like to listen to things like Tonight I Wanna Cry (Keith Urban), Carry Me Home (James Blunt), Best I’ll Ever Be (Sister Hazel), a cd I got given a few birthdays/christmas ago of an Australian Aboriginal singer Gurrumul (Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu), some R.E.M., some of the Lord of the Rings tracks, some Jack Johnson…that kind of thing.

If I’m mad then I’ll put on Life Got In The Way (more Sister Hazel, I’m a bit of Hazelnut!), Affirmation (Savage Garden), Nickelback sometimes…

If I’m just contemplative then I like Bernard Fanning’s Tea & Sympathy…

Guy sez: Music to avoid when hanging out with Grl, readers!

Ok, I kind of got carried away when you asked me this question. Let’s see where it leads us today. If you had to select just one moment with a lover to remember forever, which one would it be?

Grl sez: *thinking* being woken up s-l-o-w-l-y (just how I like!) by being stroked was amazing. Or falling asleep in my lover’s arms the night before. Even if his legs were cold!

Or the first time I had chat sex – that was mindblowingly good! Does that count? Even if my lover wasn’t physically there he was mentally present!

I think I’m going to go with the chat sex one…wow that was good!

Guy sez: Well, that takes care of the question I was going to ask you. You must be a mindreader. They didn’t have chatsex when I was a boy, it was all punchcards and mainframes.

Who was the lucky boy?

Grl sez: Man thank you very much! That was with my first real love….Thomas (he was a lot of fun!)

Guy sez: Right. Moving along here, looking at some of the things I’ve got in the interview box, do you have a favorite sex toy?

Grl sez: Favourite sex toy….no, I’m sadly uninitiated as yet! I’m still a bit shy at heart sometimes! Easily embarrassed….although I suspect that will change. So I’ll have to get back to you on that one…

Although I do have a rather attractive stuffed zebra toy that can be fun to play with

Guy sez: Oh well, I won’t bother asking about household appliances…

Free time here. Anything you want to get off your chest before I put the final question to you?

Grl sez: Can I get you under my chest instead

Guy sez: I thought you’d never ask! Here, let me just grab some of that freshly delivered Hershey’s sauce – Marina Safeway, ladies and gentlemen, the best supermarket in the world – and get stuck in.

But before we vanish under the covers, do you have just one line to leave our readers with?

Grl sez: I’m not sure chocolate syrup under covers is a good idea…are *you* going to clean up afterwards or leave it all to me!

Guy sez: I’m going to lick it all up! Hunt down every last luscious drop.

Grl sez: My line is: “you never know when love’s going to hit, so may as well have some fun while you wait!”

Guy sez: OK, that’s a wrap. Getting a little sticky here. Uh. Is that mike still live?

Grl sez: No comment!