We’re Warming Up For Summer!

17 May
Doesn't everyone have a pre-summer beach practice run?

Doesn’t everyone have a pre-summer beach practice run?

Hey there, neighbors!

The ladies of Lady Smut are taking a bit of a vacation this week, in order to properly prepare for the summer. There’s just so much to do. Scheduling pedicures. Shopping for sundresses. Popsicle-licking classes. The annual changing of the cabana boys. (That one might be just me, but if you’re interested, you know where to find me.) We’ll be back in time for Memorial Day, though, with loads of summer fun to keep everyone hot and bothered in the coolest possible way.

While we’re gone, consider this a week-long open house. Check out the Shop and some of our most recent posts. And enjoy one of my favorite summertime anthems.

(A lot of so-called “official” videos of this song are only four minutes long. Just think that over, little lobsters.)

Get ahead of the game, and hit that Follow button now. See you soon!

Don’t forget to head over to Goodreads and get in the drawing for a copy of The Lady Smut Book of Dark DesiresYou need some hot beach reading.

Sexy Saturday Round-Up

16 May

By Liz Everly and the Lady Smut Bloggers

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Hell0 Sexy! Welcome to your Saturday reading pleasure. Interested in a little Amish sexy fun? How about the science of high heels? If not, there’s always the blog post about masturbation. At Lady Smut, we’ve got you covered.

From Liz Everly

Amish Romances: The New Fifty Shades?

Free Love Movements in the U.S.

7 Reasons Romance Novels are Totally Feminist

By Elizabeth Shore

The power of romace novels! In Mali they’re being used as a way to give voice to women’s intimate feelings, and to teach them how to read.

Women with bad breath? Say it isn’t so! Yet apparently it’s one of the things scaring men about dating.

Wanna be healthier? Masturbate.

If you want to be happier in your relationship, one study suggests you should have less sex.

From Madeline Iva

A giant Fan Fest for Passionate Readers of Romance Novels.  (And I didn’t get to go. :( )

Wanna man’s interest? The science of high heels.

Does Don Draper Believe in Love? Cogitating the end of Mad Men and what it all means…

Stay Hungry,


The Human Side of Sex Dolls

15 May

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Editing erotica has been my personal form of adult sex education—not the kind you’d find in a school setting, perhaps, but one that has greatly expanded my knowledge of human sexuality and empathy for a far wider range of people than I’d have otherwise. Being exposed to fetishes, kinks and fantasies I would never have dreamt up in a million years on my own has forced me to recognize how vast the human sexual experience truly is, and to push myself out of my comfort zone to see the world and its eroticism through new yes.


This was especially the case when I decided to publish the short story “Must Love Dolls” by Giselle Renarde in my anthology Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, about a couple who purchase a Japanese love doll. To the best of my memory, I’d never read an erotic story about a love or sex doll before, and what impressed me the most wasn’t just that Renarde managed to humanize an inanimate object, but to make the tale both sexy and romantic. She took a topic that could have come off as creepy and turned it into an ode to love and rekindling a woman’s bisexual desire:

Honor’s stomach knotted with nerves as she cupped one of Natsuki’s perky silicone breasts. She could hardly breathe as she carried that significant weight on her palm. It had been ages since she’d touched any breast but her own.

“How does it feel?” Tom asked.

“Heavy.” She sank onto the bed, wrapping her arms around the love doll, pressing both big breasts together and wishing she were naked too. “Her skin’s so soft. Her hair smells like lilies. God, I’ve missed this.”

“Playing with dolls?” Tom asked.

“Playing with women.”

He smiled. “I know, babe. Take off your top.”

She did him one better and stripped bare. “I’m nothing to look at, compared with Natsuki.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “I’m looking at you.”

He always knew the perfect thing to say, and it made her horny as hell. She grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, then tore into his pants and found his erection. He was as hard as she was wet.

“I want to look between her legs,” she told him.

In real life, almost every article about sex dolls (a term I’m using interchangeably here with “love doll,” even though not everyone who owns such a doll does so for sexual purposes) has stated that the market for such dolls is almost entirely male—but not entirely. Photographer Benita Marcussen captured a range of doll owners, whose motivations range widely. One of them, Angela Halliday, met a fellow doll owner through a forum and now owns two dolls.

I admit that this is a topic it’s hard for me to personally sink into because when I look at these dolls, especially the images of the male dolls on the RealDoll website, I see something far from lifelike.


Yet I admit I have never seen one in person, and I would imagine that the longer you own and interact with such a doll, the more lifelike it starts to seem. Furthermore, if you do buy a female doll, you get plenty of options in terms of customization, from eyeliner style to choices of eye color, including blue grey and teal green. The attention to detail means that those investing the big bucks can craft as close to their ideal woman or man as they want. There’s even a flaccid penis option for the male dolls!


And, because I just can’t resist, elf ears are also an optional add-on (for $150). Who knew?


Yet that is precisely why I want to learn more, because just as I may not 100% “get” the desire to own a human-size, lifelike doll, there are plenty of people who similarly have no idea why I, for instance, would want to be choked or have my face slapped as part of a BDSM practice. I consider my writing, both fiction and nonfiction, a way to explain, both to myself and others, those turn-ons, and consider it my job as a human being and especially as someone who writes about sex, to make my best effort to understand doll owners.

I think the reason the idea of owning a sex doll throws many people off is that it goes against all we are taught about sex—that its purpose is rooted in romantic love, that it should be, at least in part, not selfish, but selfless, that it’s about, at its heart, human connection. So those who object to sex dolls on the basis of their being inanimate should also, by that logic, object to sex toys just as strenuously. As Mark Shrayber puts it in an insightful article at The Daily Dot about sex dolls made in the image of popular porn stars, “Even if the RealDoll ‘objectifies’ women, is there any substantial difference between that and another masturbation tool, such as a wad of tissues or a Kleenex?”

Wicked Pictures RealDolls of porn stars jessica drake, Asa Akira and Stormy Daniels, via The Daily Dot

The more I’ve read about these dolls, even though I still can’t picture myself embracing one, the more I’ve found that these interactions, for many doll owners, are deeply personal and powerful. For instance, an interviewee in the documentary Guys and Dolls is quoted at Alternet, saying, “It’s the difference between being alone and lonely. Being alone is one thing. I don’t mind being alone at all. However, I cannot stand being lonely….that’s something that more people, I would hope, would understand. That’s why iDollators [people in the doll community] have their dolls.” If a doll is what’s keeping someone from being lonely, who am I to argue with that?

That being said, I think it’s one thing for someone to give up smoking for a year in order to afford a doll (now that’s a person I’d love to interview!), but I can’t help but be horrified by the copy for the Finally Mylie! Love Doll, whose package reads “She’s Young, Dumb and Old Enough for Cum!” I feel no qualms about saying that I want nothing to do with someone who’s turned on by language like this, via its Amazon sales page: “She’s had years of practice speaking into the mic, and now she’s ready for yours. just add air and this teen-queen pole-dancing princess comes of age right before your own eyes!” I’m not trying to say that cheaper blow-up dolls are somehow déclassé next to more expensive dolls (the Abyss Creations, makers of RealDoll, dolls range from $6,500 to a whopping $51,000!), but rather that promotional copy touting the joy of having sex with someone who’s just turned 18 is not my thing in any way.

I’m still fascinated by the fact that these dolls, whether we have any experience with them or not, bring up such primal responses. They do tap into human urges, sexual and otherwise. I’m grateful to Renarde for bringing to life, in the realm of fiction, a side of these dolls I had never considered, and making me think hard about their potential. Although I don’t think erotica writers need to take on the role of being sex educators, by default, we do expand people’s knowledge about sex practices, and this single story certainly illuminated a whole world I had no clue about prior to reading it. I’m grateful for that, and look forward to exploring more about the human/doll connection.

Want to learn more about these kinds of dolls from the people who actually use them? Visit The Doll Forum, where there’s even a doll role-playing section for “all the dolls who’ve come to life and want to chat it up with other dolls out there.”

Some might say that dolls are serving as substitutes for human interaction. But even if they are, if the people using them aren’t harming any actual humans, and in fact, are enhancing their quality of life, what’s the problem? Furthermore, the fact that doll forums and testimonials exist prove that not everyone is simply hiding away with their dolls and never speaking about them. When I titled this post “the human side of sex dolls,” I didn’t just mean the sexy side, but the various human factors that go into both having a sex doll and living in the rest of the world. There are some photographed by Marcussen who can’t tell their children about their dolls, while others have disclosed their doll ownership, in conversations that I’m sure were challenging and thought-provoking. That, to me, echoes the way many sexual practices, sexual orientations and even erotica writing also has to be kept a secret. That is also the common thread, as I see it; even if we’ve never thought about sex dolls before, if you dig a little deeper into the subject, I suspect you’ll also find a way to relate.

Tortured Heroes = Me, One Happy Reader

14 May

acheronby Madeline Iva

I just discovered that Goodreads has a tortured heroes section — two in fact.  Popular Tortured Hero Books, and the Tortured Hero Shelf.  Meanwhile, All About Romance has a Tortured Heroes page that began in 1996!

You’ll see a lot of repeat books/authors on these lists, with books I happen to lurv.  Which leads me to suggest: aren’t tortured heroes their own romance sub-category/brand?  I think so.  Here are five top reasons why we love tortured heroes:

1) He’s Cursed.  Curses suck.  They can be painful, they can repeat daily/nightly/monthly — wherein the hero becomes the shameful opposite of what he wants to be.  See Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld series for variations on this.  What you basically have here is male subjugation.  It’s hot.

2) He’s Cursed–for All Eternity.  The hero has gotta believe he’s in a mess he just can’t get out of. Ever.  Which is pretty bleak and grim, but it also means that this kind of hero is not Mr. Cool. You don’t play games with people if you’re suffering badly.  So for the heroine, once you get past the messy, there the hero is at his raw, most elemental, vulnerable core.  No games. An easy win.

AwakenedAlso, when he interacts with the heroine and she can provide him some sweet balm from his cursed, tortured life–it’s really really important to him.  She quickly becomes the focus of his attention–his gratitude.

Or as he’s tromping around in the dark pits of Hades and he has to rescue her, and she becomes a total butt pain –but he’s used to pain.  So he can stand it–after all–what else has he got to do except be tortured? He can expend great excruciating amounts of effort on her behalf to keep her safe.  Even if he’s reluctant to get involved.  Which is hot.

3) Mr. Messy, Messy, Messy.  Kresley Cole’s books are on all these lists.  The last book I read of hers had a hero who was just insane.  Like insane in the membrane.  Not only that he was ripping things apart, tearing up the place, raving and swearing, etc.  He was at odds with the world, so once he finally got his head straight, he had to deal with the repercussions of his past–which were that everyone wanted to kill him, and he still felt like he should kill tons of people himself. Also… *spoiler alert*……..he’s a virgin.

Really, this big hunk of messy is someone only a Kresley Cole heroine could love… And it’s a sign of her true love that the heroine is willing to take on that much baggage and help sort it out.  It also shows how strong she is.  But you know, he doesn’t have to be insane to be a proper tortured hero.  He could be covered in scars instead, or missing body parts–just as long as he’s not a Ken doll people — okay?

dreams-of-a-dark-warriorEven if he is a Ken doll (I’m looking at you, Mr. Grey) the point is that there is ongoing despair in his soul, and the heroine provides symptom relief–the cessation of torment and pain.  by the time the novel ends, he’s my other favorite type of hero: broody.  Broody is sort of like the hangover you get after being tormented for so long.

What’s great is the heroine gets to work on making it ‘all better’ which gives her an active role to play in the book, and so she’s not the passive object.

4) Use Your Words, Man.  But tortured heroes don’t.  Use their words, that is. Feminists say we have to learn to talk it out with guys–negotiate for what we want sexually & expect men to express their feelings. I’m all for it.

ON THE OTHER HAND, It’s nice to escape the real world every now and then and sink into a pre-verbal relationship in the tortured hero romance novel where all the real action is happening on a primitive non-spoken emotive level.  Where people are using their feeling-vibes as a kind of language with each other.  This of course, leads to things get physical quickly as they progress.  Words are just the cherry on top.

AshleyIt’s not that they’re not communicating.  They are–horizontally. I mean, isn’t this the whole point of erotic romance? It’s human-animal level of bonding first, brainiac stuff later–much much later.  The head is not a happy place for your tortured hero, so it’s best to connect with other parts of him right off the bat. Besides, your ideal tall, dark, and brooding hero is not chatty. J.R. Ward made a point of this when she made one of her best heroes mute. Go J.R.! (We introverts abhor chit-chat.)

5) The tortured hero has empathy–because he’s suffered.  He’s not an oblivious, uptight, entitled Alpha prick.  He’s not slick.  He’s not bland. He’s intense.

Who’s your favorite tortured hero? Do you like the tortured hero’s cousin, Mr. Angsty Hero?

Don’t forget to follow us at Lady Smut — and stay tuned for our post on Grigoris Drakakis, romance book cover model who knows how to play tortured to a “T”.


Dudes Writing Romance

13 May

Portrait of handsome young man with laptop computer, looking at camera.

By Elizabeth Shore

A few weeks ago we at Lady Smut were contacted by a perfectly nice book publicist who wanted to know if we’d be interested in reviewing a newly released romantic comedy, Close of Play by PJ Whiteley. As our regular readers know, we don’t do a lot of reviews on this blog, but this book caught my eye ’cause it was written by a guy. Interesting. So I took the plunge and read it.

This isn’t, of course, the first romance written by a man. There’ve been a smattering of them over the years, most notably and successfully Leigh Greenwood and Jennifer Wilde. But it’s still an unusual genre for a man and and this one that I’ve just read is a romantic comedy, more unusual still. Let me give you the lowdown:

Brian “Colin” Clarke is a 44-year-old ultra conservative, rather religious attorney and cricket player. He meets Elizabeth Giles, a progressive former nun. Intriguing premise! Different as their backgrounds may be, sparks fly and the relationship begins. Kinda.

As we’ve maintained over the years, we Lady Smut writers are fully supportive of other writers and it’s just not our schtick to be overly critical. Leave it for someone else cause writing is too damn hard. Anyone who wants to trash writers ought to try their hand at it first themselves. But I’ll be honest – there were some challenges with Close of Play, the primary one being that I couldn’t figure out who the audience is.

To begin with, the POV is first person and entirely the hero’s. There isn’t a single chapter or scene devoted to the heroine’s perspective. OK, well, that’s not ideal but it would still be doable if we could at least get to know her. Yet after reading the entire book I never came to care about her because I honestly felt I didn’t know her. Being a fallen nun is a draw, but I wanted to know more. Why did she feel she’d gotten the ol phone call from God to serve in the first place only to abandon the calling later? Does she wrestle with guilt over her decision? Does she ever think she was wrong? And mainly, as the relationship develops, what kinds of emotions is she experiencing? Unfortunately we never get to learn any of this.

For a “romantic comedy,” there honestly isn’t a lot of romance in Close of Play. Nor much comedy. What we get instead areClose-of-Play-Cover tremendous amounts of pages, whole chapters, even, devoted to cricket. To be fair, the story takes place in England. Yet I no more want to read that much about cricket than I do about golf. Or baseball. Not if I’m reading a romance. In the story we learn all about the guys on the hero’s team, their nicknames, how they got them, their positions in the game, how they perform, the hero’s batting stats, their after-game celebrations at the pub. Sounds as if the readership might be guys, right? But I’ll be honest, the hero isn’t really a “man’s man.” He’s fussy about his dress (on his first date with the heroine he even frets over what to wear), and mentions that he trims his nasal hairs. Um, PJ? We don’t actually need to know this. Some secrets should remain just that.

The hero is also only 44-years-old but acts as if he’s 75. He’s goes off on tangents about young people’s lack of manners and lack of morals. Can guys relate? Some of them, maybe. Retirees in Florida, perhaps. But as I mentioned earlier, the focus of this “romance” isn’t romance. The hero spends quite a bit of introspective time reflecting on life’s purpose and his own feelings of melancholy (not exactly what I’d label laugh-out-loud comedy), but we never really get to know why. As the hero notes toward the beginning of the book, “Chaps don’t talk about feelings; at least, not innermost feelings – only those that don’t matter.”And that may be Close of Play’s biggest problem of all.

I applaud Mr. Whiteley for taking a crack at writing romance. And, to be fair, there were parts of the book that were enjoyable. But we women read romance for the romance. For the initial rush of physical attraction, for the development of feelings, for the heady adventure of falling in love. Romances aimed at women are primarily in the heroine’s POV because we readers inserts ourselves in her place. Yet unlike real life, romances also give us the inside scoop on the guy’s perspective. We want chapters from his POV as well because we want to know what he’s thinking about us just as much as we’re thinking about him. I’d love to see more romances written by guys and get an upclose peek at the male mind. Just not when he’s thinking about cricket.









Back to Scotland

12 May DarkDesires

IMAG0154Hurrah, hurrah, the day is here. Semester is over and I am heading back to Dundee. You will hear the biggest sigh when I get there. But rushing through grading, another writers conference, sorting, packing, making lists so I don’t forget anything essential hasn’t left much time for blogging, so apologies.

It’s not like this for the swallows who return to Capistrano!

But one thing to be sure to mention: if you’re on Goodreads, pop over there now and be sure to join our giveaway so you could be one of the four lucky people who will win a copy of The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires.

And always, follow Lady Smut because we know what’s sexy (Scotland? Sexy!).


11 May

by Kiersten Hallie Krum

I’m off this week. Hope you all had lovely Mother’s Day celebrations in all its possible varieties and that you’re enjoying this marvelous burst of Spring.

Have a great week! Follow Lady Smut.


Dadbod or Bad Dream?

10 May
This guy could absolutely be somebody's dad. You don't know.

This guy could absolutely be somebody’s dad. You don’t know.

By Alexa Day

I discovered the whole dadbod thing this week. I hesitate to call it a movement or a phenomenon. “Thing” seems entirely appropriate.

So far as I can tell from casual observation, the dadbod thing is focused on the “average” male physique. The dadbod has, depending on how one views it, a bit of a paunch or a healthy gut. All the examples I’ve seen so far also sport that unkempt facial hair — less beard than a declaration that shaving takes too much time. Apparently, guys rocking the dadbod also need not bother with closed shoes … or closed shirts.

We’ve all seen the dadbod out there in the real world. Hell, some of us ladies even married guys with the dadbod. But the dadbod has not really been the object of female desire until just recently, when blogs and news stories brought its less-than-stellar silhouette into the light. These stories either celebrate the dadbod’s unique sex appeal (the flab quite literally rubs some people the right way) or emphasize the effects of dadbod on a woman’s self-image.

I’m okay if you’re into the special way the dadbod is landing on you. You know how I roll. If you’re both consenting grown people, go for it. I was, however, bothered by the idea that a dude’s body is supposed to make me feel better about mine, so I investigated it more thoroughly.

As it happens, the dadbod entered the larger popular consciousness through a story featured on The Odyssey back in March. In “Why Girls Love The Dad Bod,” Mackenzie Pearson, part of Clemson University’s Class of 2017, extolled the virtues of the less-than-perfect body. These guys are better for snuggling, she wrote, and had a keen sense for where to find a good meal. They also made their girlfriends look and feel skinnier, she wrote, and were less intimidating.

I was so, so ready to catch an attitude.

Were we really at a place where we needed to intentionally cozy up to moderately out of shape guys because our egos were too fragile for the well built ones? Did we need to hunt up the dadbods to feel better about ourselves? What happened to not needing a dude of any shape to feel better about ourselves?

More importantly, did the rise of the dadbods threaten my favorite fellows, the hardbods? Were “real women” in fashion and media now to be joined by “real men”?

I hoped not. Hey, I’m in a great position to be superficial. I’m not dating, so I can concentrate on leering at and objectifying men. I’m all good with the influx of realistically sized models as long as it doesn’t threaten my supply of six-packs. And I’ve been at the party long enough to know that the only thing that will make me feel better about myself is … well, myself. Fortunately, I’ve gotten pretty good at making myself feel good.

I had my rant all ready to go when I saw this interview with Pearson in Columbia’s The State. Pearson was surprised that her article had gone viral just before finals, she said. She was also surprised to find that readers were taking her so seriously; she’d meant the story to be a bit of tongue-in-cheek fun.

Well, that makes sense, right? Everyone from Jezebel to Time has been taking the dadbod thing pretty seriously, but if that’s not where Pearson was headed, I’m okay not going there either.

Except this part in Men’s Journal where Laird Hamilton said he’d never have a dadbod. I was glad to hear that. It’s all fun and games until Laird Hamilton grows a gut.

Are you following Lady Smut? We give a pretty serviceable cuddle here, too. Just saying.

Sexy Saturday Round Up

9 May

By Liz Everly and the Lady Smut Bloggers


Hello, Sexy! How is your Saturday so far? Lady Smut has your reading needs covered for the day. So, sit back and enjoy!

The relationship grey area. (Friend zoned? Fuck friends? Read up.)

Orgasms for healing. Really.

Great news for AbFab fans. Movie!

From Madeline:

Our Alexa Day celebrates National Masturbation Month at Tea & Strumpets.

Playboy discusses Why Black Widow Got Slut Shamed.

I die.  Did I post this before on the man-cave-she-shed? I don’t care.  I die again.

The Woman in Black. 

From Kiersten this week: How Hollywood Keeps Women Out of Leadership Roles.

It’s not easy being a mermaid!

Stay Hungry,


Ponyplay 101: Tricked out in leather, adorned with plumes, trained with a whip…what you might not know about ponyplay

8 May
Show pony, art by John Willie

Show pony, art by John Willie

A recent reading of A. N. Roquelaure’s Beauty’s Kingdom made me curious. About what you ask. Spanking? Sex slaves? We are talking about Ann Rice, after all. But nope, I wasn’t wondering about those things. I was curious about ponies. To be more accurate, people pretending to be ponies: ponyboys and ponygirls.

If you read the second two of the Sleeping Beauty series, you know doubt remember Tristan’s fate of being forced to pull the Captain of the Guard’s cart in book 2, Beauty’s Punishment, then being sent to the stables as a punishment in book 3, Beauty’s Release. Ann Rice’s latest book, the fourth in the series, Beauty’s Kingdom, features extensive description of the stables and human ponies. It was that lengthy detail that got me wondering about real life human ponies and ponyplay.

Ponyplay is just what it sounds like, animal role-play when one or more person involved pretends to be a pony. Ponyplay may or may not involve BDSM and in some instances, it is non-sexual or involves little “normal” sexual contact. Typically, the sexual thrill comes from the fantasy created by the pony, the concept of actually being a pony under the control of a groom, trainer, or owner. The trainer, groom or owner is dominant, in control of their animal. “Normal” sex may occur if the ponies are engaged in ‘stud services,’ meaning one pony is bred to another. This studding requires permissions and arrangements of the ponies’ owners.

One of the draws to ponyplay is that there are many opportunities for individuals to put their own creative twist on their preferred activity. Many ponyboys and ponygirls create a distinct ‘personality,’ or temperament, for their pony. They, as their pony self, are a particular breed and have detailed nice and naughty characteristics. For example, their pony self may be a hard-working even-tempered pony that thrives on praise or their pony self may be a naughty pony that often misbehaves and requires constant direction and punishments.

Most often, all ponies wear tack and other adornments. Tack may include a bridle, with bit, saddle, designed especially for human or actual ponies, harness, plumes, and horsetails. There may also be a lot of leather or rubber suiting. Rains or riding straps are another possibility. And of course, pony shoes which are shoes designed to look and sound like horse hooves. The trainer and/or rider will also have equipment: whips and crops, for example.

Generally, there are three types of ponies.

Cart ponies, drawn by John Willie

Cart ponies, drawn by John Willie

Riding ponies.

Cart ponies.

Show ponies.

  • Riding ponies are ridden by their riders who may also be their trainers and owners. Riding ponies can be two or four legged and there are saddles designed for both. Real, actual horse, saddles can also be used. Obviously, riding ponies must be strong and agile to bear the weight of riders.
  • Cart ponies pull carts, carriages, wagons, sulkies…you get the idea. These ponies pull something someone else rides in. The cart pony many or may not wear fancy gear but cart ponies do have tack that is designed to get the job done. Typically the vehicle pulled by the cart pony seats one or two people, but there are larger carts pulled by a team of ponies. Team ponies, most often two-legged, require specialized training and often have matching tack. Additionally, they often have matching physiques or are arranged by physique.
  • Show ponies are tricked out in fancy tack and ornate accessories. As the name indicates, these ponies are valued for their beauty and ability to perform. They learn human pony gaits and are taught intricate routines by their trainers. Most often these ponies who off their dressage skills, sometimes in organized events. This video shows a lovely training session, a nice blonde pony displaying gaits with and without boots. Prefer something more art-y? Try Ponygirl Nemi.

Ponyplay is not new. Historians have debated the notion that Aristotle was in the habit of pretending to be a pony for the enjoyment of his wife and/or other women. This explains why ponyplay is sometimes known as “The Aristotelian Perversion” and also reveals that this penchant has been around and thriving for a long, long time. Images of ponyplay in the US can be found in books, magazines and artwork. It’s the sort of thing that once you start looking for it, you’ll see it. One place to start looking is in decades old copies of the American fetish magazine, Bizarre, which featured ponygirl stories throughout the 50’s and 60’s. The artwork by John Willie is intriguing, to put it mildly. Where to look next? I’ll leave that up to you.

Want some more? I suggest this ten minute video, ponyplay tv5, that offers a great overview as well as some ponies in action.

Interested in why people are involved in ponyplay? Try these videos:

Pony and Mater, interview and Addicted to Ponyplay.


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