<http://debauchette.tumblr.com/>.)
And here's a taste of FGT, with a nice philosophical lede just to give it some intellectual heft for all you serious types out there:
<http://filthygorgeousthings.com/voyeur/exhibitionist-stripped>
/Exhibitionist Stripped DIALECTICS OF PLEASURE By Chelsea G. Summers
Hegel was not hot. Hegel was no Kierkegaard - who was not only very pretty but according to various reports a rather kinky, if deeply romantic, motherfucker. And yet, buried amidst Hegel’s many gifts to philosophy sits a germ quite germane to this theme of voyeurism. And that is this: without the watched, you have no reason for the watcher. It all comes down to a very pleasurable set of dialectics. At least for me, because while I have little to no interest in looking, I adore being the looked at.
I relish in being the object. I love being watched when I masturbate. I adore being tied up in physically compromising positions. I like feeling as if I'm little more than a landscape of available, attractively arranged, wet, dark holes. I luxuriate in the gaze of my lovers. I feel my pleasure double, triple, square, cube when my fuck face and fuck parts and most intimate fucking bits are displayed for the appreciative gaze of an audience, real or imagined.
I wish I could remember the first time I laid myself on my back....