Shine Bright Like a…


Yes…that’s right:



Last night I shared some time with a woman who I have simultaneously  admired and been inspired by for more than a decade and who, incidentally, took the photo above: NYC Photographer Michelle Wild.

Through the years she’s built quite a reputation in boudoir photography (Shutterbug Boudoir) as a woman who shoots women not as objects, rather as complete, complex, highly individual, sensual beings…GODDESSES, basically.

Yes, I imagine one could chalk this up to angles and lighting…but, my heart tells me it’s more than that…it’s about raising a woman’s awareness of her own deep and personal sensual power…showing her… HER SHINE!

And so, with that…I leave you to your weekend with a funny vid’…and the wish that each and every one of you:


xxx, Dr. NymphoBrainiac



No one is a slut…insight_no-sluts-allowed


No one is a slut. “Slut” is a made-up word to keep women from having as much fun as men. A person who enjoys sex is just a person
and a person who is a virgin is also just a person and everyone should lay off each other’s sex lives. Retire the word “slut” please.

(From 20 Things We Need to Give Up via Thought Catalog)



This is a lovely idea…but like so many of the judgmental slurs of our time…”Slut” isn’t going anywhere. It is a part of our vernacular, used to both define and confine someone based on gender roles alone.  However, we can reclaim it…make it ours #WeAreAllSluts

xxx dr.c.

(All images by Michelle Wild and pasties by: PASTEASE.COM)

Erotic Photography: Playing with Your Emotions

Erotic Photography: Playing with Emotions

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.” (Susan Sontag)

Being photographed is a collaborative process, with the end result (often) to capture a moment, a feeling. While this is not always accomplished…when it is, it feels as if something magical has occurred. When I shoot these days,that’s really all I’m after, often I feel like an artist-by-proxy: use me to make your vision; I feel happy to be any part of it at all. That said, I think participating in photography as the subject can be meaningful…it’s your emotion…your body…


Particularly in the case of erotic photography, where vulnerability plays a big factor…introducing another level to the photographer-model relationship: trust. And yet this process, for me, however uncomfortable has always felt necessary…the result is satisfying in a way that I don’t think I can experience any other way…that feeling, that moment, that place is CAPTURED…forever. Maybe I pine for the past too much…or perhaps the future is too central to my experience…whatever the motivation, I enjoy the process of making photographic moments.


And, more recently, intimate photographic moments…with someone who I love. It is at once, awkward and sensual…shooting erotica with your lover is exciting…and a process that I think ALL LOVERS should indulge in. Yes, it’s exhibitionistic and even narcissistic…but it’s also brave…and can provide you a glimpse into your relationship from a different angle. You become an outsider, looking on…interpreting the emotion in the image from a distance. It is both freeing and frightening…and beautiful…and real.

So…grab your lover, shed your clothes, along with your inhibitions…and make some art that is uniquely YOU! You may discover a side of yourself and your partner that you never knew existed… one that you create, together.

xxx dr. c.

(all images by: Michelle Wild of who is available for boudoir shoots!)

A Poem: Reliving (You)

Why is it that I relish the time that I am alone

to savor our intimacy,

let it run through my imagination,

allow it to tickle my deepest senses?

Releasing my mind,

I slip into that secret space between

consciousness and un-…

where I can feel your hand sliding

along the curve of my thigh,

taste you neck warming

to my open lips.

These memories enter me as you do,


I piece the experience together  like an almost forgotten sensation…

the first time you smelled a rose

and brushed its velvety petals

to your lips,

feeling its caress.

I let my tongue wrap slowly

around my finger,

and feel your tongue.

These sensations fill my fantasies.

The raw energy.

The harsh grip of your hands along my pelvis.

As we begin,

the only barrier is my body’s resistance,

which quickly turns to acceptance.

Images become fluid scenes

that seem to slide

into one moving feeling.

Now, your thrust has a sharp clarity

edging on pain…

deep inside.

The kind of pain

that can only be described as


These moments, as I lay alone

I am thinking of you, of us…

and more than that…

I am reliving how I love

your touch,

your lips,

your taste,


(Conchita, 1994)

*image by for

Cummings and Goings…

I have to admit, it does strike me as odd that a blog (my blog) about so much cumming also includes so many goings

However, upon further reflection it seems apt…legit even.

When you think about it, every cumming necessitates a going.

But let me not get tied too tightly to semantics here and get right to the point:

Relationships, all kinds of relationships, have a beginningand some (most)…an ending.

Coincidentally, the former is usually more pleasant than the latter, which shouldn’t dissuade us…I mean we can’t cum unless we begin….right?

And isn’t the ending also an opportunity to begin again?

I say we all (and by that I mean myself and perhaps many of you) could utilize this knowledge to…


Stick out our thumb



because while it can never be guaranteed that we will be cumming,

If we are open to the experience

We will always be going, somewhere.

I realize this blog was a bit…metaphorical, perhaps even frustratingly so…it was to me in a way, even writing it. But, it needed to be. Recently ending a long friendship, I needed to create a little distance from the experience, even in reflecting, in order to see the positive attributes of separation. Anyway, thank you for muddling along with me, through the sexy and not-so-sexy…at least it’s all real.

xxx conchita.

(Image by: for )

A Goodbye…to Summer

It seems before she came, she went…this summer, as hot as we burned together, her touch is always too fleeting…I hope you had the chance to enjoy a few moments in her golden light. Yes, Winter is coming…with her cold tongue and lashing wind.

Doesn’t sound so bad that way, does it? Oh well, not to me at least! lol…I invite enjoy these last few days of summer, and the lyrical and very well written poem below, xxx c.


End of Summer


An agitation of the air,

A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones,
Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was over.
Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.