Simona

I don't remember exactly when I first encountered Simona's work; maybe it was around 2021 or 2022...

I don't know exactly. But I've been following her, albeit from afar, for a while.

Simona's work consists of classic bondage: tied hands and feet, a tape gag or ball gag, and a beautiful outfit. You can see the inspiration from AES Bondage, Bondage Bob, TuscusonTied, and many other sites and studios from the vast pornographic collection on the internet.

The poses she chooses are mostly generic and well-known. The setting adds almost nothing to the photos or the narrative.

However, there's a particularity in Simona's work that catches our attention and captures our gaze, and of course, it could be none other than Simona herself.

                                    

Simona captivates us with her beauty and expressiveness, with something about her that makes us look and look again, trying to understand what it is about her that captivates us.

I personally always find myself staring into her eyes, which always seem to want to say something to me, like, "I know you're watching me." Her thick, black eyebrows also contribute to her dramatic gaze.

Her nose is perfect, perfectly matching her somewhat fragile expressiveness.

Simona and I talked for a while. I always like to try to understand who the models I write about are (sometimes that's possible, sometimes not). We had a nice conversation, at least for my part. I don't think she liked me or what I do.

But she kept talking to me, expressing her opinion and, I think, listening to mine.

We have very different opinions about explicitness and expressiveness.

Simona didn't like my (in her own words) explicit way of writing my posts and how I write about other models, and she asked me not to include any descriptions of her pussy or any rape and death scenes with her in the middle.

I wasn't even thinking about doing that at first. Simona turns me on, but she also awakens something more hidden than just the urge to fantasize about kidnapping or rape.

No, Simona seems to resonate more deeply in my mind.

And after our conversation, I was really thinking about what we discussed and her opinions.

Simona tries to argue that her content isn't explicit, doesn't have nudity, or anything like extreme pornography. Which is actually true. As she says, she draws inspiration from horror films, POVs, documentaries, and the classic (and already exhausted) damsel-in-distress porn genre.

Her work would then simply awaken that quick, superficial, and perhaps innocent arousal in us. That arousal from looking at something sexy, from seeing beautiful mannequins without clothes, from seeing the models on the pantyhose boxes, and so on.

Hardness, pain, and suffering are not part of Simona's world. Simona's is a fun world, where tying up your friend is a common late-afternoon romp, where gagging is just a distraction to excite our blood without much pretense.

It seems like everything is wrapped up in coitus interruptus, where we're always about to come, but we never do.

 

Simona, upon reading some blog posts, told me she found the explicit way I wrote about some models disrespectful. She said she doesn't like people thinking about her in such a sexual and disturbing way.

I think this was the main point that made me think and wander this weekend.

I've been consuming BDSM porn for over 20 years. I've seen so many models and so many websites that my attempt to archive and catalog it all would be impossible, but I always wondered: does this whore posing for me, frozen in this photograph, know what I'm doing and thinking? What are the limits of sexual fantasy? Is it wrong for me to have cruel and disturbing fantasies about this model? If this model awakens my most primal instincts, should I relearn myself?

Many of these questions have found a place on the blog itself.

I use the blog for this, to talk about my most perverse fantasies that certain people awaken in me. Am I to blame for feeling this way? And will Simona be guilty of awakening the demons of those who see her?

Simona also captivates us with her beautiful legs! My God, those legs! They're just the right balance between firm and soft. They're long, shapely, and smooth... I won't digress any further, lest I end up commenting on anything that comes from the depths of my soul.

During our conversations, we spoke in Spanish, which was extremely pleasant for me. It had been years since I'd practiced my Spanish, and I've always loved Spanish. I don't know if everyone has this, but I particularly love certain languages like Spanish, Turkish, and Arabic (and of course, my native language, which is the best of all).

Simona is from Colombia, and interacting with her brought back memories of my trips to Colombia.

I've been to Colombia twice and spent a good amount of time there, especially in Cartagena, which, for me, is better than Rio de Janeiro. Talking to her, I remembered the 20 days I spent in Cartagena in 2015, walking along the city walls and spending my nights in Guetsmani...

It's also worth remembering that Colombian Spanish is one of the most beautiful; they don't speak as quickly as Argentines (and they don't have the upturned nose that Argentines have), and they also don't eat or intonate syllables in a strange way.

I don't think there's any guilt in fantasizing about explicit things; after all, they're fantasies, and we never truly control what we feel.

Images, sounds, and thoughts enter our heads, unobtrusively; the excitement comes without you even wanting to feel it.

It's up to us to rationalize these fantasies and express them in a "safe" space. Pornography is that safe space where we can express our most perverse fantasies.

I also think there seems to be a case of mistaken identity; the photos Simona takes and posts cease to be an accurate photograph of the human being there, becoming an idea, an idealization.

In other words, in the end, my perverse fantasies aren't about the real Simona, but rather the Simona interpreted in my mind.

There's Simona the human being, who makes the videos and photos, this Simon. There's Simona the character, who posts them online, and finally, there's Simona inside every mind that has ever seen her.

All these "Simonas" are unique and independent. The Simona I imagine, the one who populates my mind, is not the real Simona; she resembles me much more than she does. And that's obvious. Because she will carry my projections within her.

All this to say that the author of the work matters little. I, as a viewer, have complete freedom to interpret the work as I see fit. And my interpretation will not nullify the author's intention, but rather complement it, creating its own universe.

Simona looks like a naughty slut; through her eyes, you can see the perversion of her mind. Perhaps it's a cute, restrained, and vulgar perversion, but from the same sea that this innocent and playful slut comes something deeper; if you look closely, you'll see dark desires and fantasies, ready to take over your heart and mind.

Her black hair is also beautiful; really, what's not beautiful about Simona?

Simona told me she has a fetish for white socks. I couldn't help but imagine her taking off her black boots, revealing her new white socks... I even imagine the smell that would come from her socks after a day of wearing boots. It would be that warm smell, not of foot odor, but that smell that mixes the smell of the person, the smell of new socks, and the leather of the boots... Killer, I hope I wasn't too explicit.

I present new ways of seeing the things I write.

I'm excited to write explicit things where there aren't any explicit things, precisely because of the contrast it creates.

I like to describe pussies I've never seen, precisely because of this. I travel in my imagination, creating an imaginary pussy. I don't describe pussies or assholes in works that already have that as a focus.

In these cases, I focus on other things, like the angle, the technique, and what provokes me.

I'm provoked by imagining the pussies of models I've never seen. I imagine, think about what they're like, what color they are, is they shaved or not? And the asshole? Is it wide or tight? I create imaginary representations.

That's my expression.

I know that many models probably receive tons of obscene messages every day, but even in my obscenity, I bring new things that can be appreciated and that captivate people to read. Perhaps with different lenses, you might be able to appreciate my obscenity and explicitness.

Simona seems like a nice person and has good work. Her photos, even simple ones, still entice us to see more of her, and especially, they encourage us to imagine her.

I hope to talk to her more, and perhaps write more about her.

I hope she returns to my writing with a softer outlook and a lowered morale. I believe that way she'll be able to appreciate what I do more.

Aunt SlutDoll

These skinny, somewhat ugly, and clumsy little sluts are the sluttiest and most depraved you'll ever find.

They love to suffer all kinds of torture and humiliation. They love having their tits pulled and twisted, their asses poked with needles, and everything else you can imagine.

These skinny, ugly sluts like things that are heavy, enough to scare even the most experienced.

I don't know why, I think they know that pure beauty has never achieved anything, so attitude counts.

Which is true, a bitch with attitude, who has the courage to board the ship of lust, carries with her a lustful energy that smells far and wide.

This tramp must be some teacher, school administrator, or aunt who works at some neighborhood school.

She seems like the type who acts cool with everyone, chatting up brats to appear cool and hip, trying desperately to appear cool.

She dresses tacky; in fact, she's all tacky. Her hair looks dry, her skin wrinkled, and she looks stiff. Her sweater is worn and a little baggy. Her coat is too big for her, with a little excess at the sleeves. Her pants are average, and her boots are perhaps the height of her tackiness. They're old, worn, and don't even have a decent heel that would be commensurate with this tramp's age and supposed maturity.

Worse, she must think she's very well-dressed, cool, and hip with this look.

For God's sake...

But all this tackiness suits this tramp. She can't wear anything more elegant than this, and besides, this slut's appearance and face match those ugly clothes.

She's that ugly, poorly dressed whore who turns us on.

I'd love to kidnap her; I think she'd be one of those sluts who'd scream and cry a lot.

She'd kneel before me and offer to suck my cock.

After all, she doesn't seem like a good blowjob. I think her strong point must be her pussy, which I think is already dry. But with a little lube, nothing is impossible.

Her pussy must be wide and worn. This slut must have given her pussy so much that she only feels anything when penetrated with dildos or with clitoral torture.

In reality, this dull bitch must be a slave at night.

In the back of her house, she must have a dungeon full of torture instruments, and on Friday nights, she calls a perverted young man from the street to torture her.

She must ask the young man to tie her up and then slide a blade between her labia, then order him to stick needles in her ass.

This bitch looks like she sticks needles in her breasts and skin to suspend herself in the air...

She must love the pain, the blood, and the saliva.

The students don't know, but she desperately wants to be kidnapped and turned into a sex doll.

 In a harem, this whore would be a snitch, the bitch who would tell her master everything.

She seems to be the type who does everything to please whoever commands her, being an obedient and loyal slut.

You can see it on her face; the submission oozes from her pores.

I believe she would make a good harem whore. She wouldn't be used recreationally, of course, but she would be a good slut to maintain a position of command and report what the other slaves are thinking.

In case of rebellion, she would be the first to tell her master.

I couldn't take many pictures of her, but I wish she would be kidnapped today, taken to a basement and tortured, I know she would like it... Actually, this is her wettest dream

Juta Rosa

 I've been following Jute Rose's work for a while now.

I don't remember exactly, but I think it was since 2017 or 2016, right when I started my first Instagram account to share my photos.

She was one of the first models I followed and consumed her content.

Rose seems like a sweet and polite slut. I tried to talk to her about the post I wanted to write about her, but she politely said she wasn't interested.

OK, Rose, but your photos are online and it's not hard to find them. I don't usually apologize to the sluts I write about, but to you, who were kind to me in a way, I apologize for the things I'm about to write about you.

What most captivates us about Rose is clearly her eyes, which are beautiful, like two precious gemstones, sparkling and deep. If I could, I would tear out both eyes and make a ring with one, and the other would be put on a gold necklace...

Not only are Rose's eyes captivating, but the way she looks is also bewitching. She has that vacant look, as if she's not interested in anything or anyone, but even so, you can feel the weight and power... As if she knows she's hypnotizing us but doesn't care.

Besides the eyes and the look, there also seems to be a very interesting whore... I couldn't talk to her, so I can only judge her personality by the material she produces, which is simple but at least I like it.

I like the photos of Rose tied up wearing business clothes; she looks irresistible in tights and heels.

Her legs are very thin and she seems to have a very small butt. Her asshole must be small, tight, and pink, like a jewel...

Her asshole must be so tight it's hard to even stick a finger in it.

Moving on to the other side, her pussy must be small, tight, and also pink, like a Tutti Frutti gumball. Her clitoris must be small but highly sensitive! I imagine just touching it must be hot!

Most of her work, at least from what I've seen, is relatively simple bondage. I haven't been able to talk to her to see if she has any nastier fetishes, so again, it's all just my imagination.

Her thin body makes us think she must be as fragile as a rag doll and that tying her up and restraining her must be easy. I think I can hold both her wrists behind her back with just one hand.

If she were mine, I think this would be her destiny: to be a toy for me to tie in every possible pose and in every possible place, to be admired by me and my guests...

I would suspend her in my living room, wearing black lingerie and heels. There would always be a vibrator by her side for me and anyone else to masturbate.

Her moan must be loud and slightly deep... Beautiful to the ears.

Her pussy must be so beautiful that no cock would be able to fit inside it...I don't think she's a blowjob lover; I think her sexual strength, besides her pussy, is her ass. But it doesn't matter, in my perverted and sick fantasy I wouldn't rape her, I wouldn't penetrate her at all, I would just admire her in her sweetness and apparent fragility.

Her breasts are also another point of admiration; they're relatively large, but best of all, they're very well-shaped.

Her nipples must be pink, making them irresistible not to suck and bite.

I would swallow and suckle each of her breasts... squeezing them with my hands, while I stared spellbound into her eyes.

She, tied to a chair... wearing only lingerie... I would sit on her lap, facing the jewels of her blue eyes. My hands would go to her breasts, which I would squeeze until she screamed in pain. Then I would suck each of her breasts, still looking into her eyes.... Finally, as I suspect, she must love being choked, and my hands would move up to her neck, where I would squeeze, starting lightly, and gradually tightening, until she couldn't breathe at all. Rose would struggle violently, but I would whisper in her ear: You will die briefly, maybe for about 30 seconds, when I resurrect you, you will ascend to heaven like Christ.

But it will not be through martyrdom that you will reach heaven, but through cum, my cum, your cum.

wild mature whore

Cigarettes aren't good for whores.

Over the years, whores' skin becomes hard and dry, resembling the skin of a reptile. I know some beautiful whores who, because of smoking, have lost some of their quality.

It seems that the harmful effects of tobacco affect whores more intensely. Not that I'm an anti-tobacco advocate; in fact, I smoke, and I love smoking. I love the taste of good tobacco in my mouth, the bitterness and the flavors of wood, peat, and everything else that good tobacco can provide.

I'd like to share a cigarette with this mature woman; she seems to have a pussy that burns just by touching it.

Her pussy must be relatively large and open, with her clitoris slightly protruding, and a dark amber color, almost black perhaps...

She must be a monster in bed, insatiable, the kind whose sex could last all day, with only brief breaks for a cigarette.

She has a thin body, but seems to have enough flesh to take a few spanks on the ass.

Her breasts are small and saggy; I'd bite each one, then pull and twist them so she'd feel pain... She'd love it.

   She seems like the kind of whore who enjoys being treated like a sex slave. She must love having her hair pulled, getting slapped in the face, and having you spit in her face.

She doesn't seem like a good blowjob, but you never know. What's clear is that she has a raging pussy and enjoys hours of intense sex.

I imagine her going out for a night out, probably wearing a tight black dress and stiletto heels. She must drink and dance just to prepare for the insane fuck when she gets home.

In her closet, there must be several torture devices she uses when being fucked.

These skinny whores are the ones who are the most desperate to be fucked in the cruelest and most sadistic ways; they are crazy to feel pain and pleasure merging into one single thrill.

This bitch looks like some kind of therapist, history teacher, or writer...

I don't know, she doesn't look like the business whores we see on Paulista Avenue; she seems more of an intellectual type, like a psychologist.

She must be around 50 years old, and she probably has grown boys, maybe three.

She's probably already given so much pussy that small dicks or men with little sexual experience probably don't work for her.

I don't know what she'd be like in a harem; I don't really fantasize about kidnapping her and making her my slave. My fantasy would be to have wild sex for eight hours, only pausing to light a cigarette. In between, we'd talk about all sorts of topics...

She's not a slave whore; she's more of a dominatrix, but I don't think an exclusive life in a harem would be ideal for her. Of course she'd love to have a pair of young, blonde slaves for herself, but I think if that were 24/7, she'd get bored.

So I invite her to come into my harem whenever she wants; I'll always have two young blondes at her disposal, along with the exit keys.

I want her to be fucked hard today, so hard that her pussy bleeds. I know she'll love it.

 

INSEX 1998

 The first three years of INSEX are quite unique.

The photos and videos feature a raw aesthetic with touches of found footage that add charm.

The photos straddle the analog and the raw pixelation of early digital photography. The footage has the noise of Sony camcorders so common among amateur filmmakers in the 1990s and 2000s.

The central idea of INSEX and the work of PD has always been there. It's possible to notice the specificity of PD's artistic work even in the early years of INSEX. And the coolest thing is that it's possible to follow the maturation process of PD's art even in these early years.

I would actually say that the first three years of INSEX are the most artistic; the quest to increasingly showcase the eroguro in PD's performances is clear.

The experiments with restraint, torture, humiliation, and pain are visceral, epileptic, they twist your stomach in a desire to ask:

What the hell is going on?

But you still want to see more of what's going to happen.Not that PD's later works are any less visceral, but the entire body of work that makes up INSEX's pre-2000s oeuvre makes these photos and videos unique.Because they're over 20 years old, many of these photos are glitched, giving the impression that we're looking at secret photos of some killer from the 1990s.

Something that further reinforces this snuff atmosphere

is that the models participating in these INSEX performances appear to be extremely normal women.

For your information, when PD began his first work for INSEX, he placed newspaper ads saying he was looking for women over 21 to participate in something sensual.

I don't remember exactly, but I think a total of 200 women responded to his ad. However, he conducted four interviews to select only the models most psychologically prepared for the job.

I think that of the 200 applicants, less than 50 made it onto INSEX's first modeling team.

Because of this, many of the models who participated in INSEX during its first seven years (1997-2005) only performed once, and then returned to their normal, boring lives as mothers, teachers, students, secretaries, supermarket cashiers...

During those first seven years, PD and INSEX sought out ordinary women to be their victims.

Thinking that the women who performed were ordinary women makes me much more excited. Many of these whores suffered what they suffered only once, as a unique experience of torture and abuse in a safe environment. They suffered a session of torture, abuse, and rape as a life experience, consensually and safely.

To think that these whores, as ordinary women, wanted and accepted to go through this only demonstrates how we, if we were in the position of torturer and tortured in a controlled and safe environment, would torture ourselves, and be tortured.

Through his videos and photos, PD invites us to be the torturer of beautiful, ordinary women, the ones you meet at the supermarket, the pharmacy, on the street, even your son's teacher...

He makes you start to imagine what it would be like to torture her? What would it be like to take the little whore from the pharmacy cashier and make her suffer?

Or, what would it be like if I, an ordinary whore, without much money, without important relatives, and from the countryside, were kidnapped?

If I were so violently abused, what would my breasts look like when stretched with weights?

What would my pussy look like if they stuck the torture instruments used on witches in it?

                    

There's a documentary about Insex, where some former models are interviewed. Many of them talk about it; some wanted to experience the violence of abuse, the pain of being tortured, the pain of having their nipples pierced with pins, the pain of being tied up for hours.

But they had no place to express these fantasies.

Insex was that place.

The videos from this era are particularly charming.

The noise, the low-saturation image, and the tape's track markings make everything seem more mysterious and profane. It seems like something pulled from the "Deep Web" (in fact, many of these supposed RedRoom videos or photos are actually taken from INSEX videos) or something lost in the early days of the internet.

But there's one truth to this: INSEX's trajectory is directly linked to the internet.

INSEX was the first BDSM site on the internet, the first extreme BDSM site, and it has always used the internet as its medium. In its early years, the PD hosted "live" sessions where site subscribers could watch the performances live, suggest tortures, and chat with the models and the PD

Being almost present at the birth of the internet, it's clear that INSEX's early work exuded an "old internet" vibe.

All the galleries from 1998 are posted at this link on PornAquive:INSEX 1998 COMPLETE