The Light at Tenth and Rose (Erotic Fiction)

   As I walked passed the threshold into the control room of the TARDIS, I saw my Doctor.  He’s leaned over the console staring at a monitor with a lanky relaxed charm that the last version of him never had.  His suit and tie was so trim and proper.  And that hair.  The only person who loved that head of hair more than I did was him.  Even at that moment, as he pondered some issue of time and space, his hands couldn't resist the call to run though the spiky universe of those follicles.  
"Whatcha doin?” I asked, curious if we were about to begin our next adventure.  I was still reeling from saving the Doctor from the Isolus but I was hoping for a moment to reflect and spend some time with him not running away from dangerous situations.  
“Oh just checking up on the ole’ girl.”
"Is she ok?"
"Oh ya!  She’s fine.  Where do you want to go next?  We could meet Shakespeare or visit the diamond waterfalls of Midnight, any where or when you want. "
"I need to go see my mother,"  I said knowing he won't be very excited about this.  He's learned to like Jackie but visiting her would not be his first choice. 
"Are you sure?  There are so many amazing places to visit.  Have you ever seen Pompeii?"
"I need to do this Doctor.  I've been away too long." 
"Too long?  We're in a TARDIS.  We can go back to any time."  
"I've been away too long. I need to see her. "  My Doctor, was always up for an adventure but never fit for real life. 
"Well ok." He said as he leaned back on one of the console room chairs looking a bit downtrodden.  This was the opportunity I had been looking for.  Some down time in the TARDIS with my Doctor and a reason to cheer him up with a little sexy persuasion. 
 Earlier, he had admonished me when I remarked that “they keep trying to split us up but they never will”.  He wanted to keep me around forever, but had already experienced so much loss he was wary to say "never’s and forever’s".  But if I was going to be traveling with this crazy man for a long time, we needed to establish something more intimate.  I had needs. 

Chance Encounters: Exercises in Sex Therapy Ep. 1 (Erotic Fiction)

    When the stranger slumped out of his seat and onto the floor, Albert froze.  He was petrified.  Crap, he thought as the awkward panic began to grow.  Albert had always feared that something like this would happen.  

Why is this happening to me?  Of all the people, on all the buses, it's the one person sitting right next to me.  

To make things worse, the attractive girl who sprang into action to assist the stricken man, noticed Albert's inability to move.  Their eyes met and he quickly turned away counting the seconds before the bus would let him off.  

What's taking so long?  

Finally the bus driver found a safe place to pull over and came to a stop.  Albert quickly got up and walked to the next stop.   He felt like a coward. 

    A few days later, while riding the same bus route home from work, Albert saw the attractive girl, get on and head his direction.  

Damn what is she doing here?
"Mind if I sit here?"  She said, stopping at his row.
Fuck, "Sure, no problem.", half smile, squirming.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Albert."
"I'm Clara," she said offering a hand.  "You were on the bus the other day when the guy collapsed out of his seat."
"Yeah, I was there." he answered cautiously.
"Why didn't you do anything?"
"What?"  She knew.
"You just sat there as a fellow human being fell to the floor even though you were sitting right next to him."
"Oh, I didn't want to get involved." He stated in his defense.
"What?  A man was in trouble and you didn't want to get involved?"
"That's just the way I am.  Why do you care anyway?"
"I don't know.  It just seemed sad to me that someone would be like that. "
"Well we can't all be so well adjusted.  This is my stop"
"I'll come with"
Albert's look of annoyance did not deter her.  As they made their way down the street, she continued her investigation.  How old are you?  Where are you from?  What was your home life like.  The questions kept coming.  What did I do to deserve this?, he thought.  But after a few more steps, her persistence got him talking.   He revealed that he was a latch key kid raised by a too young single mother.  Poor.  It started to feel ok to confide in her.  He had no idea why she was so interested, but his mouth kept moving.  He continued talking through his social anxieties and their obvious yet difficult to manage causes.  And how his own negative inner thoughts affected his daily life.  She listened intently and gave good advice on why people can feel the way they do and suggested techniques for dealing with these difficult emotions.  

Where did she learn so much about these things? 

Major Changes Coming to BreninHurley.com!

Enough is Enough.  Time to adapt to a changing world.
Starting April 27th, BreninHurley.com will be a free content site. That’s right, all content we create at BreninHurley.com will be free to view in HD quality. Enjoy the entire collection of my work at no cost.
Free HD Porn!
Why are we doing this?
I’ve learned from studying many popular mainstream photographers that the Internet age in which we live in is an open and free space for expression and art. I’ve been moved by the generosity of these photographers spilling their art and knowledge into the eager minds of people like me. I would like to give away my art. I want everyone to see it. In order to do this, I will have to step outside of the box and change the way I operate my business.
In strong support of this thought, is the current state of porn’s consumer culture. A culture defined by tube sites and other outlets pushing stolen content to the masses. The bar has been set. The free line was pushed so far that it is never coming back even for superior productions. How many times have you heard, “why pay for porn, when you can get it for free?” If small producers like myself are to keep up with the big boys and tube sites, we’ve got to mix things up to keep it interesting and keep you interested. Hopefully my new philosophy will grab some attention and we can continue to grow our fanbase large enough to support our efforts.
How will we continue to fund our projects?
We will make our content available for download via Gumroad for a fee. https://gumroad.com/breninhurley And of course we are on http://clips4sale.com/40036. But until that is enough to pay the bills, I will continue to fund all of the art created at BreninHurley.com solely from the income from my day job. Help me make BreninHurley.com my day job.
What does the future hold for BreninHurley.com?
We will continue to make great sex positive erotica the best we can. We look to shoot some B/G scenes along with our usual fare of G/G and solo scenes to satisfy your cravings. We also look at to add some more diverse erotic content. We will feature guest visual artist and bloggers, with visuals and articles from written erotica to sexy lifestyles. You come for the sights, and stay for the reading.
So please spread the word that BreninHurley.com is now free and let’s take artful porn to the next level. And if you have any questions or would like to contribute to our effort please contact me at breninhurley@yahoo.com And follow us on twitter @breninhurley
Brenin Hurley

Too Many Choices?

I find that I deal with choice anxiety everyday.  There are really too many options for everything.   What type of music do I want to listen too?  What do I want to watch on the TV?  With the Pandora’s and Netflix’s of the world, we can watch or listen to virtually anything and everything. 
    When I get in my car in the morning before driving to work, I pull out the IPhone and spend at least 5 minutes trying to determine what in all the worlds music am I in the mood to listen to?!  It’s a beautiful thing on one hand to have access to so much art but I’m aways concerned that I’m going to make the wrong call.  Halfway to work I’ll think to myself, no I wasn’t really in the mood for this.  Damn, wasted time.      We got rid of cable in my house in attempt to watch less TV.  Holy shit, have seen how much stuff is on Netflix?   It’s incredible. 
    This problem of too many choices even affects my photography post processing.  I can choose any styling for this great shot.  ANY!  Which one is best?  Fuck!  So many of them are great!
    I’ve been reading some articles and listening to TED talks about the subject and it is interesting that in many cases, people with few choices are just as happy or happier in life than people with all the choice in the world.  It all comes from within of course and we need to stop chasing the idealistic future of what is new unless it is truly revolutionary.  My new goal in life is just to be content, learn more about myself and truly know what I like without the influence of others and trying to live some lifestyle.  Everything is just fucking fine the way it is and the way you are.  You have a great life, enjoy what you like…blah blah blah.  And exhale….

See this blog entry from James Shelley which says much of this way more eloquently than I can.
http://www.jamesshelley.net/2011/08/choice-anxiety/

Where's My Stuff?

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Relax Your Face

    As I was sitting in a meeting earlier this week, I started to notice the tensions and stresses that people wear on their faces.  It looks like the stress has been there so long that permanent creases and wrinkles have developed in these areas.  This got me thinking about how when I meditate, my first physical response to the practice is a relaxed sensation in all the muscles of my face.  I started looking around and noticed people everywhere, even is supposedly relaxed situations, keep tension in their faces.  Some people do it so much they actually look a little ridiculous.  With these observations in hand, I decided to practice some awareness of my own facial tension and started to note the times in which my face was tense.  This always coincided with me being tense or anxious about whatever.  Most of the time I barely realized the intensity of the tension I was carrying until I really slowed down to look at it.  So I decided to turn the tables and actively relax my face when I notice this tension.  This had quite a profound affect on the rest of my senses and sensibilities as I would become quite relaxed all over.  You know how smiling can make you feel better by triggering certain physiological responses due to an association of good times?  I feel this is the same function but on a deeper level where your whole mind and body start to relax.  So try it next time you notice you are feeling a bit tense or anxious and see it helps.  Consciously relax the muscles in your face while watching your breathing and feel everything come back to normal.  Also, look around at everyone else you run into during the day.  All their pent up energy is quite obvious once you stop to notice it.  And is a constant source of inspiration to not do it yourself.
BH

Who is Brenin Hurley and what is he doing here?

    It took me a long time to get to this place.  This place where all is right and all is righteous…my brothers and sisters.  It started with a need for change.    After working low end jobs since I was of legal age, I though I’d give it a go at something more substantial.  I wanted money.  Actually, I wanted that lifestyle that money provided.  I wanted to stop having to save for things, to travel on a whim and eat out with little thought to costs.  And I did it.  I went to school on my uncle’s dime and got that job and excelled at it.   I became successful in the corporate world!  Oh wait, the corporate word is a dirty rotten place where people go to die only hoping to be redeemed by their children who end up in the same place.  I’m not happy here.  My effort did serve at least one purpose.  It was the first time I had really accomplished anything at all.  I barely escaped high school and did nothing of much after.   It was a surprise to me to make it this far at all.  But once you get to this precipice, this lofty goal of making the good money you die for everyday, it grants you the perspective of “now what?”.  It’s good to do this early in life.  So I’m making a comfortable living and working toward a long retirement followed by a hopefully timely death when luckily through a passing interest in meditation, I was able to slow down a second and really think about this train of time slipping by.  I think about the things I love; women, the outdoors, good wine, etc…  I spend 10 hours a day in a place where these things do not exist and would not be tolerated.  Why would I want to stay here any longer?  To continue to stroke my ego?  My boss says I’m so smart, communicative and a team player! 
    After a decade or so of this, I run into a camera.  You know, one of those nice cameras where you tell yourself, there’s no way I could learn how to use that.  The technical aspects are daunting enough before you can even think about being artistic.  Another shit-head taking pictures.  Good job, you create mediocre crap like everyone else who halfheartedly picks up a camera. Well I ran with it anyway, despite my cynicism.   I felt I could grasp it technically at least.  In my corporate career, I learned that most people in this world are pretty fucking stupid.  People in positions in which they need to be smart.  So I figured if these people can function at all in life, I should be able to learn this camera.  So I did.  And with the help of some good books, and professionals graciously spewing their knowledge of the subject all over the Internet, I learned it well.  I could do anything with it.  This, I feel is a powerful propellant into the creative realm.  Knowing the ins and outs of exposure and such, I was free to explore a world of my own broken rules and run free.  People liked my work, stroking my ego again but I really enjoyed this on a personal level.  It might have been mediocre crap but it was my mediocre crap.  Of course the next step is asking yourself the question; can I make any money at this?  Sure, I can shoot what anybody else does. I attended a photography business course and I’m good with people.  So what do I want to shoot?  What do I want to shoot?  What do I want to shoot?  Multiply that by a million and that’s how many times I asked myself that question.  I dabbled in landscape, portrait, and product.  Never was I moved or really proud of my work.  It was good but that was it.  So we move into fashion.  Ok, here we got something.  The surreal looks of fashion are inspiring and have no boundaries.  And of course the women were incredible.  But I still found myself wanting more.  It took a long time before I could admit it to myself.  What was missing?  Why do I feel let down even after the most beautiful shot?  I wanted exposure.   I don’t really care about apparel or accessories.  I love the women.  I love their skin, eyes, personalities, everything.  I wanted to be exposed to all of that in the most revealing and intimate way.  I want to swim it that sweet feminine essence.  Once I was able to admit this to myself, I explored nudes in a cautious way.  I am really too cautious about most things.  The Aquarian in me keeps me from diving in.   So I complete my first real nude shoot and wow, I felt like the portrayal of Dexter’s character after he slays a killer.  So much peace and gratification.  I can feel it flow through my body.  I shoot again and again pushing the explicitness of each shoot until finally realizing that the launching point of everything I will ever know in the future is what we label as pornography.  Pornography done right is one of the most beautiful things in the world.  There are few moments in life where your breath can be taken away at a moments notice.  Children and the Grand Canyon not with standing. 
    So that’s how we got here.  Everyone in my head is on board with the truth and we are ready to embark on this journey of a lifetime.  My next entry will be about what I plan to do now that I’m here and who has influenced me along the way.
Brenin Hurley