Blog

Tracey Olkus: My Cloak of Invisibility

An eccentric woman in a Parisian park at night on a swing wearing a clown mask and wild pink boa feather coat
The Swinger. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Text by Tracey Olkus, Copyright 2024

Portraits of Tracey Olkus by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Styling and Creative Direction by KVaughn

Lighting Assistant: Anthony Colagreco

.

My Cloak of Invisibility

.

  I can barely remember the timid little girl I was before I discovered I had the power. The power to disappear. The power of invisibility. In the beginning, I stumbled through  this alternate  universe to which my power gave me access  and used it in silly ways; listening  in on the cool kids’ conversations or peeking at my classmates’ grades. But It wasn’t long before I progressed to voyeurism and to my utter delight, I discovered which students  were cutting class to smoke, which were sneaking off  to masturbate and which were even pleasuring each other. Oh this new game would soon become  much more exciting  than I had ever anticipated.

I grew bolder with the confidence my invisibility allowed me. There were no limits.  I could wear anything I wanted. I could do anything I wanted. The unseen world is judgement free so my ego slipped away and my sexual id stepped into its place. Self consciousness gone. I hunted for  play partners that oozed sexuality. I took in their smell, their taste, their bodies. No eyes on me meant I could do this anywhere. And I discovered that I particularly liked to be in the most public places. 

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night dressed in black fashion and dark sunglasses
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

One night in Paris as I was on the prowl, I felt an inextricable pull towards an unlikely prey –  a beautiful yet awkwardly shy man who had locked eyes with me. I could feel the electricity between us as I approached. I ran my fingertips over his chest, felt the curve of his ass, and slid down his thighs to his calves. I ran my nose up the inside of his leg and felt his increasing bulge. I breathed in his essence as I lingered over his armpit. I was on fire, every button pushed. When I looked back at his face, his eyes were locked on me, skin flushed and dewey with nervous sweat. “Can you see me?”, I asked. He nervously looked around to see who was watching us, swallowed hard, and answered “Yes”. “Don’t worry, no one else can”. I kept my eyes locked on this marvel who had stepped through my cloak of invisibility as I slid my hand into his pants and felt his rock hard cock. My tongue teased his quivering lip before kissing him deeply. I opened his shirt, buried my face in his chest hair and took his nipple between my teeth. Electricity shot through him and he let out a loud gasp.. I unzipped my dress. His eyes darted around the room again. “Don’t worry, they can’t see you either”.  His neck  kisses started off tender and became more ravaging as he moved to my breasts-expertly working my nipples. My clit was at attention and I could feel the juices running down the inside of my thighs. “I have to taste you”, he whispered. “Yes you do” I replied and gently pushed him down between my shaking thighs balancing myself with my right leg over his shoulder . He parted my pussy lips with the bridge of his nose, cocked his head back, and took a long slow taste  before teasing my clit mercilessly. He slid two thick fingers inside me stroking my ‘ON” switch and I exploded, ejaculating profusely. He bathed in my cum soaking his face and hair.

A moment of inhibition struck and his head snapped from left to right. I assured him that we were unseen. We were in a parallel universe and this was a game where only we made up the rules. I pulled him up off the floor,”Your turn”.  His clothes were off. I pushed him onto his back and  worked his beautiful cock with my tongue  nearly swallowing him. My pussy was insatiable. I rode him like waves on the sand-rolling back and then crashing down on him over and over again spraying  cum all over his body . I slid off his cock. The look on his face begged me not to go. I nestled myself between his legs with one over my shoulder. I drooled on my middle finger and slid it gently but deeply into his ass stroking his prostate as my mouth closed around his erection. Electricity shot through his body and out of nipples and cock. He exploded. 

We lay there for a moment transfixed. No longer shy or self conscious.  Supremely satisfied. “Now the score is even 1:1. Want to play again?”

A beautiful woman in a Parisian park at night strikes a pose wearing a black top hat sheer blouse, shorts and fishnet stockings
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 

For almost two decades, Tracey Olkus  has been transforming faces and elevating styles from her private studio in Philadelphia. Specializing in everything from everyday glam to commercial shoots to TV and film. 

 
Tracey’s artistic interests extend beyond the chair. With a passion for costuming, she crafts bespoke headdress designs available through commissioned works.  
 
As the curator of The Performance Salon, Tracey provides a platform for emerging and established artists to showcase their talents in an intimate setting. From musicians, to thespians, writers to chefs, The Performance Salon has become a hub for artistic expression with performances that leave audiences mesmerized.
 
But Tracey’s interests go beyond her professional pursuits . A dedicated patron of the arts and the finer things in life, she enjoys hosting extravagant dinner parties and whimsical camping trips…often simultaneously.
 
When it is time to escape, Tracey can be found exploring the world, talking to strangers, and collecting stories from every corner of the globe. And along the way, she is most happy to have has amassed an eclectic collection of friends that share her passion for the extraordinary.

Seduction: How AI Elevates Intimacy in The Bedroom

A beautiful young black woman masturbating nude in her bedroom
Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Seduction: How AI Elevates Intimacy in The Bedroom

.

In the realm of human intimacy, where emotions intertwine with physical desires, the emergence of Artificial Intelligence (AI) introduces a new dimension of sensuality. Beyond its conventional applications in technology and industry, AI holds remarkable potential to revolutionize the dynamics of sexual experiences within the privacy of the bedroom. While the notion may initially raise eyebrows, a closer examination reveals how AI can enhance connection, exploration, and pleasure either alone or between partners, ushering in a new era of intimate fulfillment.

At its core, intimacy thrives on understanding and communication. Here, AI serves as an unparalleled facilitator, offering personalized insights and recommendations tailored to individual preferences and desires. Through sophisticated algorithms and machine learning capabilities, AI can analyze vast datasets of sensory feedback, learning and adapting to each partner’s unique responses. This depth of understanding enables AI to suggest novel techniques, positions, or fantasies that enliven a deeper level of intimacy and satisfaction.

Moreover, AI’s ability to simulate human-like interaction opens avenues for enhanced communication and exploration in the bedroom. Conversational AI assistants, for instance, can engage in playful banter or intimate dialogue, easing tensions and fostering a more relaxed atmosphere. By encouraging open communication and guiding the individual through discussions about their desires, boundaries, and fantasies, AI empowers explorations of new realms of pleasure with confidence and mutual understanding.

In the pursuit of sexual gratification, timing and rhythm play pivotal roles. AI-powered devices, such as smart vibrators or arousal trackers, can synchronize with partners’ physiological responses, orchestrating a symphony of sensations that heighten arousal and intensify pleasure. Through real-time feedback mechanisms, these devices can adjust their stimulation patterns based on subtle cues, ensuring seamless synchronization and mutual satisfaction. The result is an immersive and harmonious experience that transcends the limitations of conventional intimacy.

Furthermore, AI-driven simulations and virtual environments offer a playground for exploration and experimentation, free from the constraints of reality. Virtual reality (VR) experiences, for instance, can transport the imagination to fantastical realms where one can indulge in their deepest fantasies and desires without inhibition. Whether exploring exotic locales, engaging in role-playing scenarios, or experimenting with new identities, AI-powered simulations provide a safe and exhilarating space for individuals or couples to push boundaries and unlock new dimensions of pleasure.

Beyond the realm of physical sensations, AI holds the potential to enrich emotional connections and foster intimacy between partners. Natural language processing algorithms can analyze conversational patterns, tone of voice, and non-verbal cues, offering insights into partners’ emotional states and needs. By interpreting subtle nuances and providing empathetic responses, AI can facilitate deeper emotional bonding and understanding, strengthening the foundation of intimacy.

However, amidst the excitement and promise of AI-driven intimacy, ethical considerations and concerns must not be overlooked. Issues surrounding consent, privacy, and data security demand careful attention to ensure that AI technologies uphold ethical standards and respect individuals’ rights and autonomy. Transparency, consent mechanisms, and robust privacy safeguards are essential pillars that must underpin the development and deployment of AI in the realm of intimate relationships.

In conclusion, the integration of AI into the bedroom holds immense potential to enhance intimacy, pleasure, and connection either with oneself or a partner. By leveraging advanced algorithms, interactive interfaces, and immersive simulations, AI empower human beings to explore new realms of sexual expression and fulfillment, fostering deeper emotional bonds and mutual satisfaction. However, as we navigate this uncharted territory, it is imperative to approach AI-driven intimacy with mindfulness, respect, and ethical consideration, ensuring that it enriches and enhances the human experience rather than detracting from it.

Unraveling the Allure: The Sensual History of the Corset

Beautiful young woman wearing a pink corset with nothing else on
Delicious Corset. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

Unravelling The Allure: The Sensual History of The Corset

.

Photography by Tony Ward

.

For centuries, the corset has captivated the imagination, adorning the bodies of women across various cultures and eras. This garment, with its intricate lacing and sculpted silhouette, has transcended mere functionality, becoming a symbol of desire, seduction, and feminine mystique. Beneath the alluring façade of the corset lies a rich tapestry of history, one that interweaves fashion, power, and a profound exploration of the female form.

The origins of the corset can be traced back to the ancient civilizations of Greece and Rome, where women employed rudimentary forms of body-shaping garments. However, it was during the 16th century that the corset truly came into its own, evolving from a simple undergarment into a meticulously crafted piece of art. The Renaissance era witnessed a renaissance of the female silhouette, as the corset became an integral part of the aristocratic wardrobe, accentuating the hourglass figure and projecting an aura of sophistication and wealth.

As the centuries unfolded, the corset’s design underwent a myriad of transformations, mirroring the changing ideals of beauty and societal norms. In the 18th century, the corset embraced a more exaggerated shape, cinching the waist to an almost unnatural degree, reflecting the era’s obsession with a tiny waistline. This trend reached its zenith during the Victorian era, where the corset became a symbol of propriety and restraint, encasing the female form in a rigid, unyielding embrace.

Yet, beneath the veneer of respectability, the corset harbored a secret allure. Its ability to sculpt and accentuate the curves of the female body ignited a sensual undercurrent, becoming a source of fascination and desire. Artists and writers alike were captivated by the corset’s power, immortalizing its seductive lines in paintings, literature, and the collective cultural consciousness.

As the 20th century dawned, the corset underwent a profound transformation, shedding its restrictive shackles and embracing a new era of liberation. Designers such as Paul Poiret and Coco Chanel challenged traditional notions of femininity, introducing looser silhouettes and freeing women from the confines of the corset. However, the corset’s allure remained undiminished, as it transcended its utilitarian origins and emerged as a symbol of empowerment and seduction.

Today, the corset has been reinvented and reimagined, gracing the runways of haute couture fashion shows and adorning the bodies of modern-day icons. From the intricate corsetry of Jean Paul Gaultier to the daring designs of Vivienne Westwood, the corset continues to captivate and intrigue, its sensual history intertwined with the ever-evolving ideals of beauty and femininity.

In the end, the allure of the corset lies not merely in its physical form but in its ability to evoke desire, power, and a celebration of the female spirit. It is a garment that has transcended time and trends, weaving a narrative of seduction, restraint, and ultimately, liberation.

.

Check out our YouTube channelhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCa4p0XmpUj2OSYDAjDcHXqw

I Ain’t The Meat, It’s The Motion

Former male porn star Lexington Steele photographed in Atlantic City by Tony Ward. Copyright 2024
Lexington Steele in Atlantic City. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

The 1951 song “It Ain’t the Meat (It’s the Motion)” by Lois Mann and Henry Glover has become a classic example of double entendre in popular music. On the surface, the song appears to be a humorous ode to the joys of eating, with its catchy melody and playful lyrics. However, beneath the veneer of innocent food metaphors lies a deeper, more suggestive meaning that explores the themes of sexual desire and satisfaction.

The song’s title itself sets the tone, using the common phrase “it ain’t the meat, it’s the motion” as a clever play on words. While the lyrical content ostensibly describes the pleasures of consuming various dishes, the language employed is rife with innuendo and euphemisms that allude to the act of lovemaking.

Through this clever use of metaphor, the songwriters touch upon the universal human experiences of passion, intimacy, and the pursuit of pleasure. The lyrics celebrate the importance of technique and attentiveness in achieving fulfillment, suggesting that true satisfaction lies not in the superficial aspects but in the nuances and subtleties of the experience itself.

Despite its risqué undertones, the song manages to maintain a sense of lightheartedness and humor, reflecting the playful spirit of the era in which it was written. It serves as a reminder that even in the face of societal constraints and taboos, artists have found creative ways to explore and express the complexities of human desire.

While “It Ain’t the Meat (It’s the Motion)” may have initially raised eyebrows with its cheeky double meanings, it has since become a beloved classic, embraced for its wit, cleverness, and ability to address a subject often shrouded in secrecy or shame with a wink and a smile.

Lileet_Miriam: Modern Day “Secretary”


Text by Lileet_Miriam, Copyright 2024

.

Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024

.

Styling by KVaughn

.

Modern Day “Secretary”

.

When I am asked the question, “how did you meet your significant other,” by people who are in the scene, I always find myself devilishly chuckling. “You know the film, Secretary? I met my better half pretty much the exact same way.”

I was fresh out of college, my first “big girl” job in NYC. It was my very first day on the job and I was getting the scoop on the various employees of the firm. Everything seemed to be par for the course until they told me about him. “Oh, he ties women from his ceiling,” was the nonchalant narrative I was provided with – absolutely nothing else. I sat there at lunch, bewildered, since I had never heard of such a thing in my life. From that moment on, every time he walked past my cubicle to be on his merry way to start his day, I quietly said to myself, “I wanna know what you do.”

I finally received the answer to my burning curiosity about him. One day, he offered to treat me to lunch. Here I am, finally sitting with him, one on one. He is handsome, well-spoken, well-mannered, intelligent – his presence alone commands attention and respect. As I sat there, waiting for the right moment to ask what had been preoccupying my mind for months, it was as if he read my mind and simply said, “I am into BDSM.” “Oh, really,” I said, shyly. At the time, I was vanilla, maybe had some kink elements, but didn’t know about the endless possibilities. I had never met anyone like him before who openly talked about a rather private, intimate subject – let alone to a coworker. I was intrigued, definitely interested and as I listened intently, I found myself saying, “please, tell me more.”

I asked him one evening (yes, you read that correctly), if he wanted to hang out and grab a drink. Little did I know that evening out would open the door to this whole other dimension of exploration – the realm of BDSM.

Since we worked together, we found creative ways to enforce our dynamic. Our little secret. In the morning, I would waltz into his office to say, “good morning, Sir.” In response, with a smirk on his face, I was given a butt plug and a small packet of lube. I’d scurry away to the bathroom and upon my return, I gave him my underwear as “collateral,” which he kept in the breast pocket of his suit, right behind his handkerchief and he would respond quietly with, “good girl.” 

The impact those two simple words had on me caused chills up and down my spine. The anticipation of what was to come later that evening when we were to embrace at the end of the work day made my heart pound. How was it possible for this man to have such control over my body and mind that I was so willing and eager to give it up? But, also, how on Earth did I manage to meet this person of all places, at work! 

Much like the movie I so often reference when asked this question, my life followed suit. This once co-worker turned into my dominant who eventually turned into my husband. Who would have thought?