From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
From: [email protected] (Lard of the Manor)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Art of Desire
Date: 10 Jul 1994 08:07:42 -0500
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Status: RO
I've noticed many references to Andrew Blake's 'forthcoming' release,
'Art of Desire'. Strangely enough, 'Art of Desire' has been circulating
in Australia for over two years. It's distributed by Penthouse and is
definitely X-Rated. (Although it should be noted that Australian Penthouse
also comes in an X-Rated version, as opposed to the American R-Rated one.)
I'd expect US Penthouse to release it as an X-Rated piece, too, considering
that they've released other X-Rated video material: Centrefolds Volume
II, and possibly Volume I, for example.
'Art of Desire' is a 'must-see', BTW. The production values are fantasic
and the actresses beautiful (the guys aren't bad, either, or so I'm told!).
It's probably Blake's best work, with 'Secrets', and is one of those videos
you can safely show your lady friends without cringing.
Briefly, it starts with a scorching scene between Savannah and some lucky
male, indispersed with shots of the incomparable Zara Whites masturbating
with the end of a paint-brush! Savannah appears a little more alive
and metabolically-active this time around, and seems to get into the sex
with reasonable gusto. Great scene!
The next sex scene is a rather confused one involving a staircase orgy
between a couple of girls and a male. Zara Whites and Amber Lynn watch
from a higher level, masturbating with vibrators.
After that we have a tryst between Zara, two other girls, and a guy playing
a body-painter. Zara gets it on with one of the women (the body-paint adds
considerably to the scene's kinky feel) while the other makes it with the
painter.
Next up is Racquel Darrian and a male having sex in the midst of a photography
session. This is particularly loin-conflagrative and Racquel looks absolutely
gorgeous. The sex is standing-up most of the way, and she certainly makes
the most of her stilletos! Fantastic scene.
Zara stars in the pool scene with an anonymous male; it's sort of a
dream scene and very hot. They do it in a variety of positions though,
I was disappointed to see, Zara does not do anything anal a la 'Secrets'
(truly a blistering segment of celuloid).
Amber Lynn, Zara and a male (I'm hopeless at remembering names!) feature in
the second-last scene: Amber masturbates while Zara makes love to the guy
on a couch and the floor. Nothing kinky about this, and Amber really seems
to get herself off with her fingers.
The last scene is a lesbian one between Zara and Savannah. Rather soft and
romantic, really, and Savannah appears to have overdosed somewhat on the
Valium before shooting. Still a sexy anecdote, however, and the girls
finish off using a pair of vibrators on each other.
*NOTE: I haven't seen this movie (despite owning it) for a few months and
I have probably missed out a couple of scenes. There is a lesbian interlude
between Zara and another girl in there somewhere I can't seem to place;
it takes place on a couch and is as hot as any other one.
In all, one of the best porn movies I have _ever_ seen. Defintely worth
the purchase price (it was A$49 down here) and one of those few films
you can confidently show a curious female with the knowledge it'll probably
make her unbearably horny rather than disgusted. :) But as I said,
make damned sure you get the X-Rated version . .
Cheers
Jack.
PS: Can anyone post a review of some sort of Blake's 'Les Femmes Erotiques'?
It still isn't out yet down here, and I'm _dying_ to hear about it.
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."