It had been my attention to keep this site as a repository for my erotic stories and the like.

But as I was surfing the internet, I came across this post from a lawyer’s blog called The Legal Satyricon (a quick scan of this blog shows that they frequently talk about free speech issues)

The post I linked to discusses differences between erotica and pornography:

I realize these are very sensual. Ok, they’re amazingly tantalizing. They push the sexual envelope but that’s what I love about them. As an erotica photographer, this is exactly the kind of work I strive for. Elle MacPherson’s got the entire idea of eroticism down pat (or the masterminds of her campaign). THIS is what true eroticism is about, not pole dancing. It’s supposed to entice. Eroticism is mental stimulant not a genital joystick. Erotic images do not stimulate the level of sexual lust equal to pornographic images. We’re talking apples and oranges here and placing them into the same category shows exactly how wrongly many people connect them simply because they’re both fruits off a “forbidden” tree. This is tastful, artistic and provocative eroticism. It rarely gets better than this.

Vogue stated (link above) that because the first of the three pictures was run on a commercial break during the Toy Soldiers movie at 7:45pm (family tv time), it “could have an adverse effect on impressionable teenage boys”. An angry complainant asked “What are the advertisers trying to create – more sex criminals?” Of course! Because masturbation, women in lingerie and “peeping tom” ads aka ads-a-la-eroticism equal boys who can’t control their dicks and so they objectify women and eventually are lured down the dark hall into sexual crimes. Give. Me. A. Break. This confusion between the sensuality of the erotic and the non-controlling lust of porn creates assumption and judgment when eroticism comes too close to “innocent” teens (and fearful adults). Never mind that they’re already sending nude photos of themselves via cell phones while they play I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

The interesting thing is that the photos at the linked site really don’t do that much for me; frankly I prefer somewhat heavier women (but not always, I find this photo to be very sexy; ironically there is nothing erotic about it) and I prefer to see them in motion, doing things that are often not directly associated with sex (e. g., working out, working in the garden, walking, picking something up) and being completely unaware that they are having any affect on me. They might not know (or care) if I am there (e. g., when a woman does a “sexy to me” stretch in the gym) or know that I am there and even talk to me being unaware of what I am feeling (e. g., when my yoga teacher was bending over to blow out the yoga candles that were on the floor; she was talking to me at the time).

But this is a digression from the intent of the post I had linked to.

Of course, I enjoy the “playful wiggle” or “playful flirtation” too, even when just about nothing is revealed.

On a different topic

Yes, I am a male. Yes, I teach college level classes, and yes it is in a technical area. Yes, I notice females, though I’ll readily admit that I was more distracted when I was in my mid 30s than I am now; at my current age I find the moms to be more interesting than the daughters.

You do read about the following situations (where a professor talks about having a physically attractive but not so bright student in his class)

Ok, that did happen to me once, but that particular student was a skilled NCAA division I volleyball player; her butt and legs were to die for! But that was the exception; those who made my heart flutter (though I kept it to myself) were the junior scholars who paid attention in class, learned the material, and even made conjectures and opinions on their own.

A future story will be an amalgamation of these experiences, but this time we’ll meet after she has long since obtained her degree….in real life I always kept my feelings to myself. In one of the cases, the student was in my vector calculus recitation section and I was a graduate student; after she had finished with my class, (gotten her grade, etc.) she stopped by my office (with no prompting from me) to chat.

There wasn’t much of an age difference and she was in a different program than I; but at the time I was engaged and living with someone else so I didn’t pursue it at all.

I’ve had an experience when my high school English teacher hit on me (subtly) but only after I had my college degree in hand. The age difference was only 8-10 years, and she was a recreational distance runner and so I didn’t really mind at all.