Category: Cock shots

Happy Pancake Day, everyone! And I hope you’ve all enjoyed February Photo Fest as much as I have…

27 days into February Photo Fest and still no full-on #SuitPorn pictures? Well that won’t do at all. Here, have three to make up for it…

(Coda: I was going to write more about these photos, but actually tonight it’s best if you fill in the gaps! Maybe you want to picture yourself somewhere just out of shot, on your knees like a good girl, ready to suck my cock. Or maybe you’re the one in charge, sitting coolly on the bed, telling me to strip for you – to wank for you. There are a million variations on both those themes, of course, along with all sorts of kinky, filthy scenarios both in-between and way outside them. Let me be your blank canvas on this particular occasion – do with it as you please.)

Phone camera are stupendously good these days. Better lenses, high resolution, sharp in all kinds of light – they allow us to take professional quality photos with little more than a casual tap or click.

The quality level is so high, in fact, that it’s almost a surprise when they fail. When they don’t quite focus in time, or the detail isn’t quite there. Normally that means instant deletion and on to the next shot, but occasionally – once in a blue moon – it kinda…works.

Dick pics, after all, don’t have to be a work of art. Sometimes all you’re trying to say is “I want you”, or “you get me hard”, or even “hey, stop tidying and come to bed right now…”

…though you could replace the G with a D in that photo title and it would be equally appropriate.

Whether in person or via webcam, I’ve always loved it when someone wants to watch me masturbate. Feeling their eyes on me as I slowly lose control, and opening myself up to them in that way – both are guaranteed to turn me on. This blog is called ‘Exhibit A’ for a reason…

Sometimes people who watch me wank ask to take photos, and my answer is always an enthusiastic yes. I like hearing them click away, capturing all the things that turn them on about watching, even if I sometimes scroll through the camera afterwards and am surprised by what I see.

I was talking to a blogger friend this evening about February Photo Fest, and the difficulty of finding something sexy or erotic to photograph every single day for a month.

“Remember, not every post has to have some deeper meaning,” The Brunette said. “One of the reasons why I really like Livvy’s photos is that they’re often very simple. Classic. Not too much fluff behind them. So snap some pics of your cock and call it a day!”

It was great advice, and not just because it got me out of shooting something elaborate or imaginative. My friend had a follow-up request though (one of which Critique My Dick Pic may not approve…):

“I like ones where your hands aren’t visible – there’s something about the idea of your cock just standing erect on its own…”

After we finished chatting, I played around with a few different options and sent her the best of the bunch. The image below is the one she picked. Her verdict?

“It’s just straight up hot – and you can quote me on that.”

I’ll take it.

I picture you on your knees in the tub in front of me, drenched by the hot river of soap streaming off my body. Your hair is sopping wet, but you look up at the sound of my voice and shake your head till the droplets fly all around us, spattering the wall and the steamed-up shower screen.

“Open your mouth,” I gasp, through the curtain of water covering my face. It’s that oddest of things, a muffled, echoing splash of noise, but you nod solemnly and move closer, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted in anticipation.

I wait, and watch your skin gleam white in the gathering mist.

As people who know me well can attest, I don’t always have the world’s best poker face. Whether I’m pleased or annoyed, or just think someone’s talking rubbish, it’s often written across my features in pretty bold text. I can control that when necessary – during an actual game of poker, for example – though even then, friends and family members rarely have much trouble reading between the lines. It’s perhaps a stretch to say I’m an open book, but if you know what to look for I’m not exactly ‘À la recherche du temps perdu’ either…

That’s no less true in bed – and while I think I sometimes ought to be a little more guarded in professional and social situations, sex is one area where a little openness definitely goes a long way. I want my partners to know for an absolute fact that I’m enjoying myself, because that’s a form of reassurance I really value in others; non-verbal feedback is just as important as words of encouragement or other vocal communication*, and in some cases can offer a more immediate, instinctive sign that things are going wonderfully. Or, indeed, that they’re not.

Yesterday’s February Photo Fest post was all about Livvy’s hair – today the focus switches to my own. Not the hair on my head, which is, all things considered, relatively unremarkable. No, this photo shows off an increasingly rare sight: my pubic bush.

I’ve written before about the fact that I like to keep things nice and short down there. I prefer how it feels, especially right after I’ve shaved or trimmed, and I really enjoy the process of doing it (or having it done to me). The hair on my balls can be a bit of a pain to remove, but certainly above and around my cock I find it both relaxing and arousing to trim the wispy curls with a pair of scissors, then strip them away in neat, smooth, methodical rows, till I’m practically bare.