Unlike the bubbly erotic art of a sunny pinup, a carefully posed lingerie model, I often prefer the darker side of sexuality.
I’ve long been drawn to the kinkier aesthetic sex, the powerplay, BDSM, latex leather theatrical side. It’s not always gentle, but it’s more about power games.
Whether this is brought out in Black and white erotic art like photos or the chiaroscuro light-dark of some images.
Or it’s the mood set by the powerplay of BDSM, and all that fetish wear in black latex and leather. Dark, menacing, brooding, sinister, intimidating, the power and the surrender to it.
The aesthetics is not hidden away but on display. It’s about power and control, both in the having it or the surrender of it.
The erotica I consume is not just imagery but literature. It makes sex and sexuality more theatrical, not realistic but a heightened art to evoke an emotion, a fantasy.
It brings a shiver of fear and vulnerability, both to submit to another and to admit this is what we desire. I often feel that tension as I read such books. Fear and arousal mixed make for an intensity I can find uncomfortable but always seductive.
