Nightclub photographer Kirill posts pics of women… see above.
Obviously, if it’s your daughter in a champagne vs. real facial, you’re going to hope it’s 11% ABV not .5 BAL. The point here isn’t which is “worse” but their erotic significance.
“They aren’t explicit. It leaves something to the imagination.” But what, exactly? Her. Her limits. A semen facial is pornographic and tells you exactly what she will do, a champagne facial only reveals her possibilities– not that she will definitely do anything, but that you don’t know at all what she’d do. The limit could be here, or it could be much further back. The woman is objectified, yes– but as a secret to be discovered.
The moment there is nothing else left to desire, desire abandons you. Desire needs limits to try and breach or else it turns to ennui. So a man can hungrily have sex with the same woman for decades as long as he feels there is some aspect of her sexuality he can’t access, which is why imagination often turns to her past experiences. “Tell me about that time–” is the same as “tell me how I can’t have all of you.” Her past becomes a fetish. What she was wearing, how she felt the moment her ex penetrated her, that time they were caught: what, exactly, happened? You’ll never truly know.
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