Category Archives: Erotic Movies

So I’m standing in the back of this long, narrow jazz club straining to see though the thick haze. Shadows of a long black coat and black hat cut through the backlights creating a silhouette that looks like it might be an angel descending down from the heavens. But it aint no angel. In fact, two mostly naked, erotic goddesses walk down the narrow club in front of me towards the figure in the black coat, each one holding an arm of Malena Morgan. All three women wear masks, but it’s Malena who Zalman has us focus on.

You think I might be talking about a scene from Vanilla Sky, but it’s not. It’s MetArt Films production of Zalman King’s Kamikaze Love. I stood there trying to be quiet while watching the master of erotica, Zalman King, do his magic. To the left of me stood an extremely sexy young lady wearing a red and back skintight latex outfit, and to the right stood two tall, thin, naked women whose faces were concealed by skimpy black costume ball masks. In front of me stood Malena Morgan looking so hot I could almost see the steam rising from her soft, perfect body.

But it wasn’t steam. It was a fog machine. And hidden in that fog stood four movie cameras, dozens of lights and camera equipment, and a crew of nearly 30 people. It felt like I was standing in an erotic jazz club in New Orleans in a universe that only the privileged could peek into – and for two hours I was one of the chosen few. After about an hour of filming I looked over at the master, Zalman King, who never took his eyes off the monitor as the action unfolded before him like an erotic poem. He was creating that thing that only he can do, that magic that is his erotica. He was so transfixed by the action he actually broke a sweat.

Next stop, the editing room where the real magic happens!

The very picture – moving picture, that is – of simplicity, “Good,” starring Inna Q., is a no-frills affair that provides viewers with a chance to see the model get naked and display her nubile young body.

Shot against a wall and on the floor in a corner of a room, there’s not much in the way of art direction or set decoration. There isn’t a single prop or other distraction. And the one piece of wardrobe, a little dress, comes off relatively quickly. Dancing and swaying, Inna Q. connects with Leonardo’s camera, and does an excellent job of maintaining eye-contact with the viewer. Edits are minimal, and there are just enough facial close-ups to capture the model’s ripe-lipped beauty.

There is nothing approaching the explicit here. It is simply a casual record of a young naked girl expressing her sexuality in moving erotic images. In that regard, this movie more than lives up to its title!

The MetArt member known as Norm, a frequent commenter on this blog, recently sent us an impressionistic piece of writing — his reaction to Dmitry Maslof’s HD movie, “Undressed,” starring Aya A. We think that the writer quite skilfully and stylishly captures the essence of the movie, and we’re pleased to have the privilege of sharing it with you here.

– The MetArt Team

It feels like spring…

It feels like spring at last and little blue flowers have painted glory among the bare trees. Birds sing and the air smells crisp and clean. Lazily, lovely flaxen haired Aya gazes at the beautiful world around her from soft blue eyes as she wanders into the wood. She wears nothing at all under her brief top and short skirt which displays her lovely legs. As she seeks to commune with nature these clothes feel irksome and unnecessary, so she slowly strips them off to reveal her firm young body. She picks some wild flowers and plays with them — a true child of nature, pure in her complete nakedness. Feeling close to the forest she embraces a tree trunk, letting her soft warm flesh rub against it, savouring its rough bark against her inner thigh, feeling the hardness of wood, which reminds her of what she yearns for — the firm body of a young man, hard against her skin. She caresses her own body imagining male hands, gently feeling her breasts, her waist, her hips, and then softly moving between her legs to caress more intimately. Dreamily she smiles to herself at this delightful but foolish fantasy. Life has to go on in the real world. She replaces her brief garments and wanders on her way through the wood, her hips gently swaying as she continues to dream of her man.

– Norm