Trent Evans Letters

30 Days of Kink – Day 8

July 4, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 8: Post a kinky image you find erotic.

So let me start off by saying…I’m a nerd. I actually like BDSM art more than I like the photography. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate photos (I love them), but I have always been drawn :::groan::: to BDSM art. So, rather than get myself into trouble by posting an image that’s still under copyright, I will just post some links here to stuff that I like. Maybe the readers of this blog will discover something they like too!

Paolo Eleuteri Serpieri Ahh Serpieri, the master. While he does comparatively little BDSM per se (only a few of his paintings and the occasional scene in his comics depict it), one look at his famous heroine will tell you why he is beloved by spankos and pervs like me the world over. Druuna Oh Druuna! We love her, and thank the sweet Lord, Serpieri shares her with us:) This man knows what the terms ‘voluptuous’, ‘hourglass figure’ and ‘well-endowed’ actually mean. His art speaks to men who like to spank. I can’t put it more clearly than that! I’ve linked to what IMO is his best work (Creatura), but there is a lot more of it out there – some of it even more hardcore. Pick it up while you can because it seems to go in and out of print.

Loic Dubigeon

Quite simply the most evocative, erotic BDSM art I’ve ever seen. Have you ever read The Story Of O? Well, his art is one vision of what that story might look like. His work is full of dominance and submission; pain and pleasure; Masters and slaves; and tearful surrender. Oh, and it’s got plenty of whipping, caning, cropping and fucking too! Dubigeon was incredible. His works are mostly out of print, but can still be found in the used markets. If you find them, snap them up, for they are destined to be classics. I’ve linked to one of the few still available on Amazon.

Michael Manning

Supremely talented, visionary artist. I’m not even sure he’s human:) He loves to push buttons, and there is enough in his works to offend just about anybody and everyone. I don’t even know how to describe it. All I can say is…it’s rad.

Rebecca

Known primarily for her Housewives at Play comix series. Her work is mainly F/F, but she also does quite a bit of M/F work too. Rebecca is amazing. If you like lesbians, some diabolical F/F BDSM, and MILFS, you can do no better than Rebecca. She does mostly black and white, but her Hot Moms stuff (shown above) is in full color – and it’s smoking hot. Very talented, very profific, very perverted. What’s not to love? Her graphic albums and comix published through Eros Comix are of high quality (I own several of them). Her website is one of the best deals on the internet for depraved art. I highly recommend it.

Hanz Kovacq (aka Bernard Duffossé) – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beautes-Dociles-Kovacq/dp/2917456078/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1341435989&sr=8-4) Now, before some of you freak, let me be very clear here. I am not advocating everything in this man’s work (some of the themes he occasionally explores happen to be ince$t and some “monster sex”, neither of which are my thing). What I AM saying is that he is a mad genius of an artist; a man with a compelling, one-of-a kind style, impressive technical skills and most of all, a very, very dirty mind. I love him. Lots of whips, chains, ropes, gags, blindfolds and some breathtakingly amoral characters. Oh and his work is chock full of hardcore sex. Sadly, it appears all of his stuff is out of print, but if you stumble across any of it on Ebay, BUY it. You won’t regret it – even if you don’t speak French.

Dave Annis

I’ve never encountered an artist that was so fucking funny. You’ll be turned on and laughing out loud as you peruse his art. Some of his ongoing themes are pure genius! He’s an artist who understands the difference between titillation and eroticism – and knows how to use both. On top of that, the guy is a good writer with a twisted and wicked sense of humor. There is NOBODY else out there like him. His website is very easy to navigate, and is an outstanding value for the money.

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I’m sure I am leaving out some great artists, and if so, I will post them as they come to me. I hope this has been at least interesting and informative. What do you think? Who are your favorite BDSM artists? If you have other artists you like, please feel free to let me know in the comments or send me an e-mail. Always looking to peep new stuff!

Until Day 9!

Trent

30 Days of Kink: Day 7

June 11, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 7: What’s your favorite toy?

Must I pick one? To be perfectly honest, I prefer spanking with the hand (yes, I know ‘toy’ goes far beyond just spanking implements). That said, the cane is my favorite, with the crop as an honorable mention.

The cane is so innocuous at first glance; merely a thin stick, really. How could that little thing possibly be so fearsome? Many people have never felt the cane applied to them. They’re lucky in one sense; it hurts like hell.

In another sense though, if they are interested in spanking and/or BDSM, they are missing out. If you like spanking and have never encountered the cane, then you are bereft of experience with the “heavy artillery”. It takes a lot of practice to be proficient at its use; if you have an adventurous, trusting girl to help you practice, then you are a very lucky man indeed!

If your challenging little sub is starting to yawn as you tire out your spanking hand on her round little ass, then it’s time to up the ante. That mouth, where before it was yawning, will soon be frozen in a shocked expression of woe, as she first feels that two stage burn-ache of a good cane stroke. After a dozen (or two) cuts with that evil length of rattan, she won’t take her eyes from the floor the next morning:)

In many ways the crop is the equal of the cane. Wielded properly it is capable of inflicting searing, agonizing pain. Indeed, the implement was developed for the much tougher hide of horses. No matter how jaded, how tough your beloved slave thinks she is, she will lose a battle with the crop; her stoicism will invariably give way to tears, pleading, and surrender. Nothing else save the cane has quite the impact of the crop in this regard.

There is one other aspect of the crop that sets it apart from other implements: psychological impact. This is an implement wielded by someone in control of another (whether it’s a thoroughbred or a slave, it matters not), subject to the whims, the commands of the one in control. Can a girl, standing trembling before her master as he flexes that lethal black implement in his hands fail to draw such parallels? Does it humiliate her, or elicit a dark, taboo excitement? Maybe it’s both?

The stern master, clutching the finely braided leather of the handle, awaits the lowly slavegirl as she divests her bottom of what meager garments her owner allows her. She prostrates herself, presenting the tender, vulnerable twin moons of her buttocks for punishment. Does he lecture her on her litany of sins as he paces behind her, the crop snapping against the tough leather of his boots? Does he make her feel the cold, black crop against her lips as she is instructed to kiss the implement of her correction?

The psychological impact of both of these implements of correction, is at least as important as the physical one. After all, isn’t the domination of the mind just as important (or maybe more important) as the domination of the body?

What do you think? Do you like these implements? Hate them? Why?

Until Day 8,

Trent

30 Days of Kink: Day 6

May 28, 2012 By Trent Evans

Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

Define weirdest . A lot of what I’ve written thus far in my 30 Days of Kink (please check out the excellent blog Molly’s Daily Kiss for a list of the 30 Days) could certainly be construed as “weird”. For instance, I really like ponygirls; a lot of people think this is weird at best, crazier than a shithouse rat at worst. Oh well, it takes all kinds right? Let’s set aside weird for now.

The most interesting fantasy of mine is the all-encompassing BDSM “world” or society. But there are two tracks to this world. In a practical, physical sense it would be a place where my kinks (and Lord, I have a lot of them) are part of the very fabric of everyday life.

Master/slave relationships (monogamous, poly, you name it) open and accepted by society? Check.

Ponygirl driven conveyances in place of cars, or slave-girls used as a muscle-powered source of motive force? Why not?

A political/legal/societal structure that inherently supports and incorporates BDSM? Uh, yes please.

In other words, this is a world I’d love to live in (as a Dom). I might have some reservations about it were I a sub – but many of them would love it anyway <evil grin>

The other track concerns the psychological and emotional underpinnings of this fantasy world. The ability to get into the head of a submissive/slave is, of course, fantasy. As much as I’d love it, I am not psychic nor telepathic. But this interesting fantasy world incorporates those aspects. There would be no safewords; the Master is in his slave’s mind. He knows what she feels, what she can take…and what she needs.

Her desires and fears; strengths and vulnerabilities – all would be open and available to him. He would use them to help her experience a life that us mere mortals stranded here in Mundania (loves me some Xanth…) could only dream about.

The thing is, while this is the most interesting of my fantasies, it’s really not that weird or unusual. Parts of this fantasy have been explored by various authors:

Anne Rice (writing as A.N. Roquelaure) explored the idea of an entire fantasy society based on sexual slavery with the Beauty series.

Anneke Jacob, in what is probably my favorite single erotic work, Owned and Owner, depicts a society on another world far in the future that enshrines abject sexual slavery (no safewords here, let me tell you) in a very real, gritty, ground-level sense.

Sadey Quinn ably takes the reader on an intimate journey through a BDSM world within a world in her Rock Creek series beginning with Under Order.

Joey W Hill, perhaps better than any other erotic romance/erotica writer, gets into the psychological/emotional aspects of this fantasy with her Vampire Queen series. She shows just a taste of what might be possible with the naked intimacy of a telepathic connection between the Dom and sub.

I cite these works as examples of some of the parts of this fantasy; there is of course more to it than this, but that would require taking a ride with gentleman Charon through the twisted Tarterus of Trent’s psyche (+1 alliteration!!). I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy;)

Nobody to my knowledge has combined all of these elements into a single work or story arc…yet. Perhaps I should get on that, yes?

Until Day 7!

30 Days of Kink: Day 5

May 8, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience?

Hmm, I kind of accidentally shared my first officially kinky experience in Day 3 and 4. However, there was something that happened long before then that I can relate to you for Day 5. I am a little leery of sharing this, so I will need to self-censor this just a bit – sorry about that!

When I was quite young (19) I was, as many kids are, not fully aware with regard to the subject of my sexuality. It’s ironic that as a young man, I could think of little else, yet my thoughts on the subject were unfortunately marked by the facile shallowness of youth. I like to think I was a little deeper than my friends when it came to the subject, but how can one really know? It wasn’t like I asked my friends if they got off on tying up and spanking their girlfriends!

My girlfriend at the time (truly a sweetheart, who deserved better than me) and I were always playfully wrestling, physically grappling. I know that may seem weird to some, but I know for a fact lots of couples do this, whether they admit to it or not. It was cute, an excuse to have our hands all over each other (and a way for me to subconsicously relish imposing my physical will on her). Anyway, though she was a strong girl, I was far stronger than her, and these little impromptu grapplings would only ever have one end – unless I agreed to only use one arm. In those cases I’d still win, but it would take a lot longer:)

One night we were messing around while getting dressed to go somewhere and we started up again. She was particularly feisty, and I (of course) got into it as well. I had somehow ended up crossing her arms behind her back, my hands wrapped tightly around her upper arms. I remember us just standing there a moment, she struggling against my grip and me simply holding her still. Then I marched her forward and pinned her against the wall, she grunted but it wasn’t because I’d hurt her; I think it may have simply been surprise. Hell, I was surprised myself.

Instead of letting her go though, I just held her there pressed to the wall. Her roommate was getting ready to go out too, and she was in another bedroom not 10 feet away. Somehow that made things better, more…I can’t think of the word. Let’s say interesting. She struggled again and started to say something, but I shushed her letting go of an arm and laying two fingers over her mouth. She stood stock still, shocked I think. I’d never done such a thing before. I stood there a few more moments, pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall. I released her other arm and then moved her hands up the wall, placing them above her head as if she were reaching for the ceiling.

Now, at that point I was shocked too. What the fuck are you doing Trent? Reenacting some scene from Cops? So, dumbass kid that I was, rather than ponder some deeper meaning, I just thought with my cock. I liked this, whatever the fuck this was. So I just went with it. She was wearing jeans and a thin camisole (she hadn’t yet gotten a chance to put her shirt on before we threw down). I planted my palm between her shoulder blades and pressed her hard to the wall. She didn’t resist – not one fucking iota. Unreal.

Then I reached around her hips and pulled her toward me, which left her ass sticking out awkwardly toward me. I unbuttoned her jeans (god I love tight jeans on a woman, but I digress) and yanked them and her panties down to mid thigh. I fondled her ass, squeezing her buttocks, gently pinching the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I loved her ass, what can I say? Then I got another wild idea. I pushed her hips back against the wall with the rest of her, fitting my body closely to hers, grinding myself against her naked ass. Her partial nudity while I was fully clothed was something I liked, but at the time it didn’t really register. Then I reached around and pulled her camisole up, and she did the most shocking thing yet. She helped me. She actually pulled herself away from the wall as much as my pressing hand would allow, to allow me to pull that cami up and over her tits. I don’t know where her bra was; maybe she wasn’t planning on wearing one.

I pressed her up against the wall again, hard. She gasped at the coldness of the rough painted wall on her breasts, but otherwise made not a sound. I leaned against her, urging her to rise up on her toes, to press herself as hard as she could to that wall, with my implacable strength and weight against her. We just stood that way for several long moments, and it felt as if time had slowed down. I remember looking up at her hands, still flat against the wall, high above her, just where I’d put them. We hadn’t yet spoken a word.

Then I let her go, and she turned to me. As my hands played over her body (pretty much 24/7…) she stared at me. I will never forget how wide and moist her beautiful brown eyes were as she gazed at me, our faces mere inches apart. I thought for a moment that she might cry, but I think it was something else entirely. She loved it. It had excited her.

Many times as we mature, there are moments in life that we later look back upon as signposts or turning points on our journey to becoming fully formed people. This was one of those times. Was it kinky? I suppose not technically; it was a man physically dominating his woman. A lot of more or less vanilla relationships have elements of this to varying degrees. But what it really served as was as an “Aha!” moment. She actually likes this! And holy perv discovery Batman, I LOVE this!

Maybe this is technically breaking the “rules” of 30 Days of Kink a bit, but I do think it certainly relates, at least tangentially, to kink (or the kink mindset). Hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Until Day 6…

Best,

Trent

Trent’s Thoughts on 50 Shades of Grey

May 7, 2012 By Trent Evans

“50 Shades of Dom hatred”

I read this in a posting over on Kitty Thomas‘ blog a while back. I think it might be a perfect summation of what the success of the 50 Shades of Grey erotic trilogy means for the BDSM community in the short term. If you haven’t read, please click on over and have a look. Well worth your time.

Ironically enough, the success of E.L. James’ series is not a black or white, good or bad thing for BDSM practitioners (I don’t really like ‘kinksters’ as a descriptor). In the short run, there are both positives and negatives, while in the long run I think it will be almost uniformly helpful to BDSM – but not for the reasons you may think. In fact, in an odd way, the success may help push BDSM back into the “underground” somewhat. I will explain why in a bit.

Here are some of the short term benefits as I see them:

“normalizing” of BDSM (i.e. people will realize that a whole lot of other people are interested in this stuff)
sparks discussion in an honest manner not littered with snickering and general snark (I can’t tell you what kind of damage farces such as Exit to Eden do to BDSM; luckily nodody saw that movie, so it could have been a lot worse)
more people will try it or talk about it with their significant others – this is only a good thing IMO
will be a boon to erotica and erotic romance writers in a general sense ( a rising tide lifts all boats)

Short term detriments:

kink tourists – people will “join in” as more of a lark than any real urge to explore their sexuality
people will develop an unrealistic idea of BDSM based on the novels; by all accounts the novels are at best sugar-kink and at worst vanilla with a thin kink veneer.
50 Shades “clones” pushed by publishers
PC police descend on the community – you thought it was bad when SSC was used as a cudgel to keep us unruly pervs in line? Now, comes “mainstream” kink – a contradiction in terms – that we’ll have to fall in line behind (or argue against).

In the long term though, I think 50 Shades could do for BDSM fiction what Twilight or the Harry Potter trilogy did for young adult and fantasy fiction, respectively. Like those books, the literary merit of the story or authorial talent ceases to matter – it’s the activity and the conversations sparked that matter.

How long has BDSM been whispered about, snickered about, or outright ridiculed? You can still be fired for being kinky, and quite legally at that. But it is NOT legal to be fired for being gay or lesbian. Now, the 50 Shades phenomenon is getting “regular” people talking about BDSM in :::shock::: a serious manner.

Now, many of the readers will be truly shocked and/or repelled by what those of us regard as “real” BDSM. That’s OK with me; it by default restores the “forbidden” to BDSM that may have been part of its initial appeal to many of us. That being said, we do need more honesty and openness about sexuality, and even if it results in a tsunami of kink tourists, this will encourage such openness. Maybe only 5% of these tourists decide to explore more deeply, and tap into something within themselves that speaks to needs far beyond the confines of the 50 Shades storyline? Is that ultimately a good thing? Hell yes, it is.

There are many of us who consider ourselves more or less “kinky” and actually regard being different as a badge of honor. However, the success of the series shows that there is a vast cohort of people who are at least intrigued by BDSM. As Kitty Thomas has stated many times on her blog, these readers may not be as vanilla as they think they are. The suppression of the (at one time) very popular “bodice ripper” storylines in the Romance genre by the PC police doesn’t mean readers aren’t still interested in it. That to me is the most fascinating subtext to the 50 Shades phenomenon: readers want to read this stuff – a LOT of this stuff. If they can’t get it in the more “acceptable” Romance forms, then they will get it somewhere else.

Maybe 50 Shades helps revive the “bodice ripper” in the same way self-publishing is starting to revive the moribund gothic romance genre? My guess is that it continues to benefit erotic romance (which has seen more and more successes that embrace some rather dark storylines) and to a lesser extent, erotica. It’s way too early to tell, but more genres mean more choices. This is always a good thing for readers and authors both.

What do you think? What is your take on the 50 Shades phenomenon?

Trent

30 Days of Kink: Day 3 and 4

April 25, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 3: How did you discover you’re kinky?

Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?

Combining these two as they will result in almost identical answers.

There are two answers to how I discovered I was kinky. I am still not entirely comfortable with the label “kinky”, but you already know my take on labels.

One, I always thought I was a little, well, different. I loved things like the damsel in distress themes in fantasy fiction. I thought it was disturbingly hot to see Fay Wray in chains in the ancient King Kong black and white (no, I’m not an old man…). Did everybody else think that was hot, as in sexually arousing? Well, I did and I knew I was weird because of it. Ah, the movie Dragonslayer – way too many subtexts to go into on that one. Possibly the first movie that combined my deep and abiding love for fantasy, and my nascent interest in the dirty. But Princess Elspeth. Sweet, noble, dark hair, beautiful…and in chains before the dragon. Um, yeah. I KNEW I wasn’t supposed to find that hot – but damn it was. Freak.

I remember watching the movie Splash and there was a backside shot of Daryl Hannah running on the beach. I remember thinking I wanted to smack her ass (and it was a great ass too). I think I was ten.

Yeah…maybe that just means I was a heterosexual male. Who knows.

I remember watching Conan the Barbarian as a kid (probably not the best viewing for impressionable young minds, but I was a sneaky bastard), and loving the slavegirl subtexts at various points in that movie. Here is this movie, supposedly an action adventure and I am ogling the chicks. One track mind, even back then. So in a way, I’ve always known I was a little different, but I wouldn’t have even considered calling it “kinky”.

Now, “sick”? Maybe…

The second answer is that I really discovered I was kinky when I realized I wasn’t alone. Reading fiction helped a lot in this for me as a teenager. Lord did I read a lot of fiction – and you can guess what a lot of it was. I read everything I could find. I gradually realized that if people were writing this stuff, then that meant I wasn’t the only one reading it. I still thought I was a freak though. Then the internet came along and I of course devoured everything I could read – sexual or otherwise. That was the Aha! moment. There were literally thousands, maybe tens of thousands like me. Even better, I could see that though yes, I was a freak, that I was way over on the mild end of the freak spectrum compared to others. You know that saying that somebody always has it worse? Yeah, others did. Does it make me a good person to think that? Not technically, but I felt better knowing I was less of a freak 🙂

There aren’t actually a lot of early experiences (i.e. childhood) that I can point to. I’m sure there must have been some, but I can’t remember anything that sticks out in my mind as being anything other than just kids being kids. Dang.

Now, there were experiences as an older teenager that were…but I don’t think I am going to share them here. Probably not appropriate for the thread. So, I will skip to young adulthood. I had a girlfriend (doesn’t everyone’s nasty stories start with “I had this girlfriend/boyfriend…”) who was the first person on Earth I let see what kind of filth I was reading. She not only didn’t freak out, she liked a lot of it. Score big points for GF!

Not only that, apparently I wasn’t the only one hiding the freak side. She came to my work one morning, and dragged me out to the parking lot. First she flashed me her tits right there in the parking lot. I of course scolded her for trying to get me fired or arrested. She said fine “punish me for it.”

HOLY SHIT.

She had one of those thin, fine chains in her pocket for some reason and handed it to me. Then she told me to whip her with it. She then proceeded to bend over the hood of my car, wiggle her ass, and look back at me with this affected fearful expression. My, my the temptation to do it was visceral, overpowering.

The instinct to avoid jail was stronger, and Trent’s common sense prevailed – barely.

I told her I wanted to spank her before sex one night and she not only acquiesced but told me I should spank before we have sex every time. These are the times when it’s good to be Trent. I found later on that she liked pain during sex, and I realized (though wouldn’t yet admit it to myself) that I liked giving it. It didn’t work out with that girl, but after that I realized more fully who and what I was. More importantly, I realized that if I found the right woman, I could be who I really was. After that relationship, I have always incorporated some level of kink into things, depending on the woman involved.

But I will shut my mouth before I get myself into trouble. What about you? When did you realize you were kinky? Did you have any experiences that crystallized that fact for you?

Until Day 5.

Best,

Trent

Trent Evans Letters

30 Days of Kink – Day 8

30 Days of Kink: Day 7

30 Days of Kink: Day 6

30 Days of Kink: Day 5

Trent’s Thoughts on 50 Shades of Grey

30 Days of Kink: Day 3 and 4

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