Couple Share a Double Dildo
The provocative video, “Couple Share a Double Dildo”, offers a tantalizing glimpse into an intimate encounter between a Swedish couple, sprawled on their bed in the vulnerable soft glow of candlelight. The woman, a busty blonde with porcelain skin, reclines against a tangle of pillows, her eyelids fluttering as she caresses her own body. Her lover, a rugged, clean-shaven man with a smoldering gaze, kneels before her, stroking a thick, veined double dildo. The audio is muted, but their expressions convey all the passion and ecstasy of the moment.
The video begins with medium shots, the camera lingering on the couple’s entwined limbs and the glistening, phallus-shaped toy in the man’s hand. The woman’s fingers trail tantalizingly along the curve of her breast, her hips undulating with growing arousal. Slowly, teasingly, she parts her thighs, revealing the dark, inviting secrecy between her legs.
Her lover leans forward, bringing the double dildo to her most intimate parts. He traces it along herfolded lips, applying no pressure, letting the promise of pleasure build. The camera zooms in as he begins to nudge the toy gently but insistently into her most secret reaches. Her head lolls back and her spine arches, a silent cry of delight painted on her flushed face.
As the progression of their coupling unfolds, the video shifts to a closer angle. We watch, entranced, as the man begins to pump the toy between her legs, increasing the speed and rhythm each time she twitches or moans with delight. His free hand comes to rest on her thigh, his thumb rubbing the tender skin just behind her knee. The camera moves to a profile view, capturing her uttered gasps and the way she bites her lip to stifle her breathy moans.
The man withdraws the dildo for a moment, leaving the woman trembling and wanting. He places it at the entrance of his own body, slowly sinking it into himself, face contorting with ecstasy as it reaches its deepest depths. He works the base, massaging the bulbous head of the second part of the toy against his prostate. The combined sensations are clearly overwhelming; he has to support himself with one hand on her thigh, his knuckles white with the effort.
But then he relinquishes the dildo to her, and the true magic begins. She runs the slick, curved instrument over the length of him, her touch feather-light and teasing. He groans, a low rumble of pleasure in his throat, face scrunching up with the effort of holding himself back. Tiny droplets of moisture bead on his brow. His eyes never leave hers as she pumps him, quickening the pace until he is breathless with need.
Their bodies undulate together, part hidden behind the screen, part captured on camera. The video dances around their hips, breasts, flattened bellies, exploring lovers’ hands. They strain to reach in and bestow feathered kisses on limbs, mouths open, tongues laving. All the while, the double dildo never ceases its relentless candor.
The superb denouement arrives, as if gathered to a point of exquisiteness from a hundred other thrills. Their undulations intensify, culminating in a shared shriek. In this moment of perfect, mutual pleasure they are revealed as animals of a single body, fueled by their own tightly intermeshed nervous systems. The brief flash of the camera’s lights catches the way they quake in full frontal exposure of The Big O.
Then it ends, and all is still. But oh, how they remember this moment, captured on film for eternity. A final frame shows the abandoned, but still glistening double dildo.
This tantalizing home video is testament to the enduring relationship between couples and dildos. Often advertised as an aid to sexual pleasure, the dildo is said to replicate the size, shape and fullness of the real thing. But as seen here, it serves a greater purpose. It is a device that fuses lonely objects back into contact with one another, denying the pleasure of flesh-to-flesh contact too lengthy a stay in isolation. It is a tool through which a couple can weave a tapestry of rollicking connection and sensation, fashioning it in the image of their imaginations. It is a prosthetic equalizer, putting lovers on a level playing field, rather than as cheetahs and tortoises.
Witnessing this intimate act between partners fosters an appreciation of the erotic energy that can emerge from a willing and mutually pleasurable collaboration. The antithesis of dog-eat-dog, it reminds us that some of the most intimate moments of life stem from a desire to be unselfish rather than self-interested. Perhaps The Big O is only so militantly ‘big’ when lovers are working in tandem, synchronized into a glorious rhythm of selfless sensual appetite. With this understanding, the double dildo becomes not just a sex toy, but a means of conveying a philosophy informed by the power of shared experience.
In contemporary times, the overtly explicit sharing of intimate material has bred a certain nihilism of response. Too much stimulation, too much information leaves us cold and bored. But this video resists this curse. It subverts the equation of abundance with boredom, and availability with meaninglessness. While many of us would shy away from physical intimacy, this tape opens Pandora’s box, and takes us on a journey that dares to upset our normally staid lives. Its very rawness, so lacking in pretense and gloss, speaks to us of the great and simple All of it.
In viewing this tape, we confront the full might of our intimacy and experience an honest, soulful dose of The Other. It is in perpetual risk of spilling something of itself into our own lives, and so it matters. Watching their union, one sees it as a rebuke to our isolated, yet hyper-connected societies. Existentialist lore informs us that the proper response to the reality of our mortality is to Love the hell out of this life. This couple, and their valiant double dildo, model the kind of full-throated consummation of Life that we all hope for.
We are all seeking some approximation of the raw, accrued truth we see here. Whether it gets us closer to God or a nondual ego-less state becomes an irrelevant quibble. This is a matter of an innerised portrait of rhythm and movement. A thing of the breath, for the breath. To articulate this, we might have to speak in the language of the body, not just the head.
We authorise our sham love stories by the memories of videos such as these; by the life lessons they teach. They show us how to solve the problem of pleasure – the way to go about it, the necessary skills. The frisson of authentic arousal, my friends, does not come by being a slave to causes and ideals! Rather, it comes from opening one’s cheeks to The Way Things Work. To respond to the numinous, and to let action then flow from that response.
We are all called to try on this arrangement of clothing. It is not the only sartorial option available to us, but it is a particularly transforming one, and one that speaks to our very willingness to take chances. On some days, a dazzlingly tight pair of jeans should be OCUPIED.
