Sex Therapy With Ebony Ayes

“Sex Therapy with Ebony Ayes: A Retro Analogy of Taboo”

In the sexually-charged, disco era of the 1970s, a new wave of open-mindedness swept across America. With the rise of women’s liberation movements and the increasing popularity of sex therapists like Dr. Ruth, it was no surprise that the boundaries of what could be discussed and depicted in media continued to push further and further. The video “Sex Therapy with Ebony Ayes” perfectly captured the spirit of this time, offering up a naughty, retro take on the backroom consult.

The story unfolds in a dimly lit therapy office, where our sultry heroine Ebony lounges seductively on an old-fashioned, high-backed coach. In a signature move right out of a ’70s porno, she crosses her long legs, hiking up her flouncy miniskirt to reveal the gossamer lace of her pantyhose. Her ample cleavage is constrained but emphasized by a tight-fitting blouse, unbuttoned just enough to hint at the delights beneath.

But this phycologist isn’t the one offering the advice, oh no. Ebony is the listener, the confidante, the temptress doling out erotic counsel for those in need. In a husky,ultry voice dripping with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, Ebony shares a few of her top secrets for keeping the sparks alive. She tugs at her pantyhose, coyly stretching them taut, as she speaks of the delight of a little fetish wear: “Anything is possible in my world, baby. His little mama never told him “just say no” when it came to the ways of getting your rocks off! You wear that sexy gear and spark his imagination!”

Arching her back sensuously, Ebony demonstrates how it’s done, stroking down her own body as if it were his. “A little flashed cleavage here, a pair of scissor-kicked legs opened just so, a touch of your own curves administered with just the right intention. Nothing gets a man harder than a toy who can pleasure herself!” A take of dated but controversy, that certainly wouldn’t fly with today’s “consent is sexy” ethos.

But as we head into the final stretches of the film, it becomes clear that this type of boundaries-pushing is the entire point. “Sex Therapy” is an unapologetic throwback fantasizing about the free-love ethos that temporarily swept America in the decades prior. Thigh-high boots, piled-high hair, and smoky bedrooms are the name of the game, and no taboo goes unturned.

From fantasties of ticking off items on a “rape” list to rough servicing in public bathrooms, it’s all on the table, delivered with a wink and a wink of a long, acrylic nail. But this isn’t an outright endorsement of danger, y eah skies are in the interest of primal role-play and plethoric story-telling. As Ebony says it best, “Exployment and consensual descent all fall down the from the limits of possibilitys” as she arches her back and invites the camera to explore what lurks beneath.

In an age of increasing approval of pain in in intimate activities, it’s a bold choice to make a movie that that pushes back against the stifling puritanical atter minds that might have once labeled the very same scenarios as outright abusive. But that’s the magic of media, baby: to explore the wouldn’t zone, where, as long as everyone show consent and be an adult, anything goes.

“Sex Therapy with Ebony Ayes” is an open, erotic fantasy film in every sense imaginable, tapping into our most basic animal instincts while never losing the playful goofiness that makes retro erotica so much fun. It’s a love letter to a bygone era of lackadaisical acceptance, when swapping partners and leather chaps were more than just a bachelor party dare.

So pour yourself a grain cocktail and channel your inner villain, because in this movie, the devil really is in the details. Embrace every hard exploring, every kinky suggestion, and every tit-bearing bra as a way to unleash the freak in you. Because in a world so rule governed, sometimes doing what’s versus what’s expected is the fiercely way to ravished like never before.”