Pressed Up Against a Wall…

Beautiful image on my tv screen of a mountain in the near-ish background towering over these skyscrapers.  I would say it symbolizes nature, the nature inside us, being stronger than the constructs of society and people’s own personal pretenses, but that would likely be giving this movie waaaaay too much credit.  Young professional prudish woman experiencing a sexual awakening being led by this rough but wealthy voyeuristic sleaze.  Wild Orchid.  It’s pretty cheesy, but the actress is gorgeous, and I like watching her clothes torn off and seeing the dripping water posing as some perverse businessman’s sweat pooling on her belly.  I’m obsessed with seductions, with how they begin, how they take shape, how it is that someone accepts that kind of manipulation and is able to enjoy it (if they recognize it at all).  I think I’ve only been seduced three times in ways I’ve enjoyed.  Like, with me knowing perfectly well what the other person was trying to do the whole time, and enjoying it because it felt so sensual.  Those three people impressed me with their abilities to get through to my senses and physical desires.  I have physical desire for so few people ever.  But none of those spells lasted long, because none of them were good at figuring out what I like, making me feel comfortable enough to reveal certain things about myself, or even keeping my attention.  I like a fair amount of creative play.  I like to be made to feel desired, richly desired.  I like chemistry.  I like a suspenseful mixture of tenderness and savagery.  I like a bit of obsessiveness, insanity, or some kind of darkness thrown in.  I like to be held captive; I like when someone’s practically willing to take me by force.