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“Tired of watching “erotic” movies where cheesy gay for pay chicks bore each other? Well, Ashley & Kisha: Finding The Right Fit is the movie for you.”

That’s the opening line from a
very nice review of ASHLEY AND KISHA on the black lesbian erotica site Kuma. The review closes with this:

“Ashley and Kisha seem to be a little nervous at first, after all there are other people in the room. Once they get into the zone, it’s like the outside world doesn’t exist. They aren’t performing/putting on a show, they are focused on loving each other. It’s a very beautiful film.”

It’s a point of pride with me that our set run in a way that it is a place were people can lose themselves in one another, even while we slide around them, cameras purring, even with the magazine changes, and the other things that usually aren’t there when people make love. So it’s nice when the people we film tell us they were able to let go and enjoy themselves, and it’s nice when people who watch our films can see that the couple is actually there for each other’s pleasure, the camera a privileged witness, rather than the sole reason they are having sex.

From the Nina.com Forum. Says Nina:

“Percentage-wise, I’d conjecture that less than 15% of women have real orgasms at all. Five percent or so have them regularly, as they are women who come easily. Aria is in this catagory. Her orgasms are real, as she can have them several different ways.

“Remember, I’m a performer. I love what I do, and that what I do is sex, but the mission objective is to leave behind a good, hot, fun, timeless scene that will please viewers always.”

I understand exactly where Nina is coming from on this. Films, even documentary films, are illusions. They are shadows dancing on a wall, or phosphores flickering on screen. They have an effect on us not because they are real, but because they they appear to be real. A performer’s job, whether she’s a hoofer on Broadway, or an adult actress is to make it look like she’s having the time of their life, even on the days when she’d really rather be doing anything else. The thrill comes as much, or more from making the audience happy as it does from the dancing, or the sex.

When I first set out to make erotic films my “mission objective” was to create an entertaining, explicit, convincing, and arrousing depictions of sexual pleasure. From there I took into consideration my limitations of talent and resources, the limitations of the market for sexually explicit films (especially for sexually explicit films made with the intent to arouse,) and the formal effects of explicit depictions of sexuality on various film genres.

That’s a fancy way of saying I decided to make movies of real couples having (and enjoying!) real sex it was because I didn’t think I had the talent or the money to fake it in a convincing and entertaining way!

To that end, I find people who see working with us as a chance to share something about themselves and their sexuality with the world at large. I do my best to make my set (both the love-making set and the interview set) a place where people can relax and be themselves, a place where what is unique and special about them, as a sexual being and as a human being, is valued, indeed prized.

It all sounds embarrassingly touchy-feely, doesn’t it? It makes our set sound like some sort of encounter group or other relic of the 70s; before herpes, before HIV, before sex became so fraught. (In 1975 I was nine years old, so I’m really just going by what I’ve read or been told by people who were in the thick it.)

Well in a way I suppose it’s true. I try to create a set that is insulated as possible from all the worries that can make it hard to relax and enjoy sex. The thing I always tell my crew is that we have to make the set a safe place. We’re going to be asking people to reveal themselves in the most intimate ways, and we have to create an environment where it is easy, even pleasurable for them to open up; to each other, to me, and through that, to the audience.

Come to think of it, that’s what couples do for each other when they make love, and maybe that’s what makes the lovemaking in these films feel so wonderfully intimate and private, even what it’s happening for the whole world to see!

A few months ago Jamye Waxman asked if I could send over some screeners for an article she was working on for WOMAN’S HEALTH MAGAZINE, the premise being that a couple was going going to explore using erotic videos to give their sex life a boost and report back.

Stacy and Bryce, 32 and 34, of Brooklyn NY were assigned the “homework” of checking out a few titles and reported back in the December 2006 issue. On Saturday Jamye brought me a copy of the just off the presses issue at the CineKink filmmakers panel, and Peggy and I read it the next morning over a proper Hells Kitchen diner breakfast. I’m pleased to say the report is good. In fact, the report is very good!

Following the recommendations of a female friend who enjoys porn, Stacey brought home three movies. At 10 P.M. she popped [DVD #1] into the DVD player, and before long she and Bryce were both laughing and rolling their eyes. “We weren’t into the beefcake/Barbie-doll sex,” Bryce says. “It was weird to see so many fake boobs and unnatural bodies.” The next night, a second title, [DVD #2], got an equally bad review. “We fast-forwarded right through it,” Stacey admits. “The sexual acrobatics were awkward.” The third flick, Xana and Dax by Comstock Films ($25, Comstock Films), was different. “This was our favorite,” Bryce says. “There was no plot; it’s a real couple having sex. They looked like people we would know and be attracted to.” Stacey agrees. “I loved Xana and Dax because they’re a real couple, with genuine orgasms and a sincere admiration for each other,” she says. “We watched it straight through, and even though we were as tired as usual, we had sex right after.” And they changed their usual routine by trying a new position from the video. “Now we’re starting to incorporate more porn in our sex life,” Stacey says. “We even brought some on vacation right after doing this assignment.”

The rest of the article is online at the Women’s Health Magazine Website

Thank you Jamye, for inviting us to lend a disc to this important work (helping couples have more hot sex!) and thank you Stacy and Bryce ever so much for liking what we do! We’re working hard to make more films that I hope you’ll enjoy too!

Some few days ago, Chelsea Girl made a post to her Pretty Dumb Things entitled “mirror, mirror, against the wall” where she introduced the concept of ‘the fuckface’.

I have devoted no small measure of my creative and professional life to capturing the beauty I see in the fuckface, and so it was with great interest that I read GC’s take on her own fuckface; especially the horror she says she experiences when, in the midst of a good shag, she catches a glimpse of her own fuckface, or her imperfect body.

Over the next fews I wrote CG a note, then she wrote back, then I mowed the lawn and thought, then we exchanged another e-mail or two. In her last e-mail of the exchange CG said, “I think you should turn this email into a post”, so I am, and here it is:

Back in the late 90s, when Peggy and I were shooting the tests that became Comstock Films, we’d post to places on the internet where we thought sexually adventurous and libertine couples might be reading.Many of the responses were of the “and then we’ll film you, right?” variety, and a few “and then we’ll film you and then we’ll all fuck, right?”, but enough of the responses got what we were doing and were at least curious to find out more.

In particular one of those brilliant smiles stands out in my mind. It was the second couple we ever shot a test with – let’s call them Dan and Denise.

Dan and Denise were in their mid thirties, and while both of them were attractive by any measure, both of their bodies were far from flawless. Dan was virtually assless and had the beginings of a paunch. Denise had small, saggy, baby-chewed breasts (fried eggs, I think she said), and a hint of cellulite on her thighs.

This was of no concern to me. My only concern about them was that they be comfortable enough in front our our cameras for them to relax and enjoy each other, and perhaps even enjoy the thrill of being photographed. My only goal was that Peggy and I have a chance to experiement with coverage techniques that would allow me to capture footage that could later be edited into a naturalistic depiction of two people loving each other.

Denise’s awareness of being filmed bubbled up and broke into many smiles during their session, but the one that stands out happened right as Dan was fisting her (for the second time). She was on her hands and knees while Dan was being her, his fist churning away inside her. Denise was lost in it completely, eyes closed, calling grunting and calling out her husband’s name over and over “Oh Dan, oh Dan, oh Dan…”

In the midst of this, her eyes opened and she saw her fuckface in the mirrored headboard. She smiled at the rediculous ecstasy of it all, then her smile broke into a delighted laugh, Dan’s fist still churning away in her belly. Her laugh rose up and then dove headlong into the deep end of the pleasure pool. Her arms gave way and she was face down, ass up; completely lost again as Dan finished her off with his fist.

I know for a fact that Denise showed their film to many people, saggy boobs, celulite, fuckface, and all. I don’t think she ever felt the least bit self-conscious about letting people see that she did not have the sculpted, airbrushed body of a 19 year old girl. But I do know for a fact that she was delighted to let people see that she what a healthy, hearty, lusty woman she was, and what a beautiful, sexy film we had made with her and her husband.

It’s time for another instalment of Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract.

In this week’s episode of “Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract”, we hear Dax tell us just how much he loves Xana’s plush, round behind; and here Xana tell us why offering herself up to her husband doggy-style is her favorite way to reach orgasm!

For your iPod or iTunes:
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And don’t forget, if you like what you see, you can get the entire film on DVD from The Comstock Films DVD Shop.

Enjoy!

At 51 minutes, Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract is still too long, but at least now it’s got the right shape. The 17 minute “love story” is now fully intercut with luscious lovemaking, bringing it up to about 22 minutes, and the balance of the run time is given to an uninterrupted look at their lovemaking.

What remains now is to take a hard, unsentimental look at the whole thing and ruthlessly remove everything extraneous – even if it’s good. My hope is that by the time I’m done, 51 minutes will be more like 45 minutes. This is the part where you have to fall out of love, and imagine yourself as the arms akimbo viewer. If it doesn’t flow, it goes, no matter how nifty it is on its own.

Once that’s done, we’ll lock the video and begin mixing the audio. Shooting in New York City has its own, very frustrating audio challenges, and in a funny way audio is less forgiving than video. But making a film sound good is as important as making it look good.

In the meanwhile, I’d invite you to watch a clip of Xana and Dax showing and telling why doggy style is their favorite position for getting Xana off. Her orgasm is a little subtle, but don’t worry, in this segment she gives a nice play-by-play so you don’t miss it!

Doggy Style (1 min., 5 megs, requires Quicktime)

Enjoy!

-T.C.

I’ve finally got the Xana and Dax interview roughed out into a pretty cogent little narrative. At just over 17 1/2 minute, it has a beginning, a middle and and end, with some nice little diversions along the way – like facesitting, cocksucking, and the joys of doggy-style sex.

As a treat to you, dear reader (at least I hope it’s a treat,) I’ve uploaded a QuickTime movie of their lovely little story. It’s nearly 20 megs, so you’ll need broadband as well as Quicktime 6.5 to view it. But even at 20 megs, it’s very heavily compressed, so please don’t judge the DVD quality by the .mov file. (You’re much too sophisticated to do something like that, right?)

Do listen to all the sweet things they say about each other. Do watch for the subtle little facial expressions that let you know that they really do love one another – the slight nod of the head or wrinkle of the nose. And do imagine what it will look like when this is blended with the roughly 45 minutes of lovemaking we shot. If you’d like to see full-sized pictures of what Xana and Dax look like making love, click here.

So with those caveats and provisos, I’d like to invite you to meet Xana and Dax, a quarter hour of their reflections on falling in love, staying in love, and having great sex. I think you’re going to like them!

-T.C.

Between the run-up, travel to and from, and doing the actual work, we are still recovering. I’ve got a nasty chest cold this morning, and Mrs.C still asleep. Our car’s exhaust system gave up the ghost curbside at the begining of the outbound leg of our trip, and we’ve “stranded” for the last two days waiting for an engine pipe. And it looks like another big snow storm is moving in later today, which could further delay us from getting back to our own bed. I haven’t seen my wife have an orgasm in a week at least. But over the long weekend I did a few other people having orgasms.

I saw Khym smiling and clenching and cumming. I saw Tina ride wave after wave of orgasm after orgasm for at least 20 minutes. I saw Jen (hands cuffed behind her back) respond favorably to a vibrator and dildo combination. I saw Desiree come several times, to fingers, tongue, dildo and cock.

I saw Melanie (looking every bit the part of a modern 50’s pin-up) ride her lover’s oversized black cock to orgasmic bliss. I saw Brett mount her lover and then grind away, until her teeth clenched and her body suddered. And I saw our second Desiree find her way to three distinct orgasms, each one accompanied by joyous sobbing.

We saw men having orgasms this weekend too. Matt and Bill shot deep into their lovers’ bellies. Ben blasted thick white jets of semen as his wife stroked him into her hungry mouth.

Of course that’s just the begining of what we saw and heard. There’s much, much more that I can’t wait to share with you. But first I think we’re going to get our car fixed, get back home, kick this cold, and have a few orgasms of our own!

-T.C.

I just showed my wife our photo over on Pagan Moss’s Peep Show Stories blog. I pointed out that her hair scrunchy matches the towel she’s using as a pad between her shoulder and the camera, and she said, “Yep, there I am with my stupid soccer mom pony tail.”

I think what she meant is that in spite of the fact that she’s dressed entirely in black and has her camera trained on one very beautiful man sucking on another very beautiful man’s cock, she still thinks she looks hopelessly unhip and decidely unsexy. I couldn’t disagree more; but then I don’t think there’s anything sexier than a sexy soccer mom.

Soccer Mom: Sexy in the Suburbs doesn’t actually exist. The woman on the “boxcover” is a friend of mine (and a very sexy soccer mom). A few years ago Playboy Magazine asked her to send a few pictures to them to consider her for a layout they were planning on sexy moms. She came over and we did a quick set up and took a couple dozen digital shots. We sent them this shot and a few more, and within weeks Playboy flew her out to Chicago where she got the full treatment. Then, right as the issue was supposed to go to press, the sexy moms layout was bumped for Carnie Wilson’s big I’m-not-fat-anymore spread. Oh well. If you want to send my friend an e-mail and tell her you would have rather seen her instead of Carnie, give her a shout at Lovecave2000 at A O L dot C O M.

-T.C.