GUESTBLOG: Suit Porn – The Modern Day Lingerie For Men – by Amanda Carrington @AmandaVoElla

Thrilled to share with you this guest post from the amazing Amanda Carrington of – if you’re not already a fan of her work, you soon will be!  Included are two poems from Amanda, alongside a rich history listen and musings on the sensual side of fashion for women…and men…


We go through the same ritual every single day without even giving it a second thought. Slipping into something sexy beneath our everyday clothes has become the norm for most women these days. Historically, lingerie has always had it’s more practical purposes of course, but being the last garment to cover the naked flesh and the last piece of fabric before skin on skin contact, there will always be a sexual connection with our underwear and that goes back centuries.

Let’s take the Middle Ages for example, the corset was the fashion ideal to help the female form take on a different shape. Women used corsets and other lingerie implements to make their waistlines ridiculously small, their tummys uncomfortably flat and their boobs non-existent.

Moving towards the French Revolution era circa 1789 the corset was redesigned and used to plump up the breasts rather than flatten them down and waistlines were more natural allowing some respite from the constraints of previous corsets.

By the time we reach the 19th Century, stockings were introduced and garters were attached to corsets to hold the stockings up. The Victorian age while being considered one of the most prim and proper is ironically where the sexiest under garments came to light. Corsets, stockings and garter belts were all designed to enhance and beautify the female form. Some of the first strip tease shows began during this time period and French Can Can dancers were causing a stir by flashing their petticoats and stockings during their high kicking dance routines.

The 1920’s brought us the cami-knickers, a camisole with longer knickers all sewn into one piece. The 1950’s brought the hourglass figure back to light and the pointed bra was the accessory all ladies wanted whilst the 1960’s finally brought the era of a woman’s body being celebrated for it’s natural shape and stockings and suspenders were the norm.

During all these years female lingerie has always had a connection to sex but what did the men have to offer the ladies? Nothing it would seem. It has always been the woman who seduces her lover with her sexy attire, it has never been the other way around until now. Although a man in uniform has always been considered rather sexy it was never used as sexual enticement.

So I ask, what is for us women the equivalent of sexy lingerie?

Are we all in accordance? The Suit…


The suit isn’t something new, men have been wearing them for centuries but the 21st century has certainly seen the rebirth of the suit in women’s eyes. A man in a suit now seems to be the female sexy lingerie equivalent and I for one agree.

I have always loved to see a man in a well-tailored suit, after many years of living in Italy I think I have seen this fashion at it’s very best, no one quite pulls it off for me like the Italians. My husband has worn a suit for work since I first met him and I have to admit it has always been something that turns me on. I love to pull his tie and reel him in towards me for a lip lock.

So, is the era of suit porn a recent reality for most or has this too seen a relaunch into the market since FSOG and Christian Grey sporting a suit? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. When I first signed up to Twitter 5 years ago I don’t rememeber seeing as many men in suit avis as I do today, so what made a man in a suit so alluring to today’s woman?

I can’t answer for you all but I’m hoping to read your comments and hear your thoughts. In the meantime let me tell you what I think.

A suit is related to power. Some people infact call them power suits. A man in power is attractive to women, also a well dressed and well groomed man attracts the female eye. Every man should own at least one suit that exudes power, prestige and classic refinement. This is also a vital piece of the male wardrobe regardless of profession as it serves as a modern day suit of armour so to speak.

My dear friend Cameron Lincoln is a perfect example of our modern day knight in shining armour, his shining armour being the array of suits he teases us with in his photographs. The ladies love it and I am first in the line when it comes to ohhhing and ahhhhing over Mr Lincolns sexy suit pics. In fact I penned a poem on the very topic.

1486837_614764798602061_5699353744925145875_nI’m sure this poem echoes many ladies thoughts.

Let’s get this debate started right here. What brought the suit back into the limelight for you ladies, why now more than ever a man in a suit is desired and adored?

I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts and arriving at a conclusion with your help.

Thank you so much to Cameron Lincoln for inviting me over here to share this post with you. Hopefully we will see the return of Mr. Lincoln on the VoElla website in the not too distant future.


Thanks Amanda for such a rousing post.  I invite all and sundry to get commenting below…

On a personal note – I love wearing a suit because there’s nothing smarter, and it gives such a confidence boost to feel so presentable.  I’ve been donning a two- or three- piece daily for many a year and have receive compliments all throughout the time.  Whereas the spectre of Mr Grey has something to do with its prevalance in erotica circles, I think suitporn was going strong well before that without his help…

So what do we think, ladies and gents?

UNITY – A Romantic Quickie…

I know it as soon as the door clicks closed behind me; I am a fly in the spider’s web. I’m not even sure how you did it without me seeing you; you slipped into the space behind me and pulled the blindfold across my eyes, fastened it with nimble, firm fingers. I saw nothing but the descending veil or darkness, but every sense now heightens to accommodate the one that has been suddenly starved. I can smell you like a banquet, heady and rich and intoxicating. I’m glad I can no longer see, for I know I would be dizzied by that scent. Your breath on my neck galvanises every hair to stand, a parade of scintillated threads on an ocean of rippling gooseflesh. The shiver sweeps through me like a wave, every cell in my body part of an eager crowd throwing its hands in the air in exultation. The sounds you make are a symphony; the intake and exhalation of sweet air, the satisfied moans as you examine every inch of me; and the sound of your voice as you tell me that tonight, as forever, I am yours.

Then your touch… It’s like being caressed by feathers and hit by a train all at once, every pore and muscle reacting to your eager, capable fingers. You combine gentle care with powerful precision, a well-oiled construct designed for my pleasure. Hands sweep down my spine and dip across my buttocks, swooping across my thighs and up over the swell of my chest. You’ve explored this canvas a thousand times before but each time feels like the first. Your expertise is bolstered by experience but you make it fresh at every turn. I crave that touch like an addict, and when it comes, I never want it to end for fear of crushing withdrawals.

I am in your thrall and at your mercy, devoted and locked in servitude. I always have been, since that very first moment; this is merely a physical manifestation of every inner thought and sensation I’ve experienced since you bewitched me. Even when I’m in charge, as you lay at my feet and do everything I command, the control is always yours.

Your swift digits find the clasps and buttons of my clothing and pick them apart, one by one. You guide me to step from my shoes, my ankles breathing a sigh of relief after such a long day, and I can think of no better cure for stress than you. My clothing falls away piece by piece until I am naked but for the fabric barring my vision. I shiver in the warmth of the room, every pore and nerve alert to your beautiful game.

You guide me to the bed and lay me out, sprawled, spread and secured with bonds I still cannot see. My ankles and wrists are wrapped, my limbs straining playfully; the steel frame of the headboard and bedposts whine gently but offer no quarter. I am here for as long as you enslave me; I hope it is forever.

Naked beneath you I succumb to your power; it manifests through fingertips and lips, skating across the surface of me, but also in the complete and utter control I surrender, as I know you’d surrender it to me. Your seduction is total, through action, word and the total devotion you show. I’d do anything for you, and I’m sure, before the night is through, I will. Your tongue pours its love upon my most intimate of areas and I’m beholden to its every flick and expert ministration, mewling and moaning with each deft, darting touch. You assure me I am yours, and I have been no more certain of a single thing before in my life, and I will be certain of it forever more.

Arms enfold me and entwine, and our nethers merge, drawing satisfied breaths from lungs that bellow in perfect unity. Moisture and desire lubricate the piston-precise motion of undulation, gliding like angelic machines built solely for this purpose. The tension at our loins surges amongst a miasma of thrusting, sweat, saliva and shared lust that divides like cells, spreading through us, a perfect viral flood of endorphins, sizzling nerves and orgasmic glee. We climax together, the opening salvo in a war of bodies and minds that will rage all night, and I shall surrender in every battle and allow myself to be stormed, invaded and seized.

You take off the blindfold and I see you in all your glory. The beauty of you is blinding, but I have looked upon you so often that I am almost resistant, like I’ve stared at the majesty of the sun long enough to see it truly. You look upon me the same way, and my heart aches, because I can never truly put into words the complex yet simple perfection that is being allowed to love you.

MUSED – A Poem

Those winsome words
Tumble from your tongue,
Drip and drizzle
In languid, lyrical
Velvet veils.
The tantalising treacle,
Perfectly pouring
Caramelising, crystallising
Your beautiful breaths into
Delicious desire.

Sentences spill as smoke,
From lascivious lips,
Coiling and curling,
Erotically exhaled,
Inhaled to inherit
The poetic poison,
Fogging firing synapses
Scattering senses,
Taking luscious lungfuls
Of your addictive diction.

Your powerful pages are
Expertly etched,
Scrawled and scratched
With intent to inspire.
Ink with an inkling
Of soul and sin,
Illustrious, indelible,
Biting and bitten.
Marred and marked,
To return to, renewed.

You’re a beautiful, bound book,
Cased within canvas,
Vivacious and vibrant.
The tome a sweet testament
To artistry’s aspects.
Nascent knowledge,
Esoteric expertise
Graciously gifted
In the required reading
Of a venerable, velour volume.

MUSEDCameron Lincoln. 2014

Spotlight on… Victoria Kenna Author and Poet @VictoriaKAuthor


I’m joined today by the wonderfully talented Victoria Kenna, an author and poet whose work I’m sure you’ll love as I do.   Her new poetry anthology ENGRAVINGS OF THE SOUL is now available on Amazon, and you can head over and find it here…Without further ado, let’s hear from Victoria…

Thanks for joining me Victoria!  So, tell us a little about yourself…

Well I’m Victoria Kenna and I’m a newly fledged writer on the block. I’ve been working on a number of projects over the last year and finally managed to finish one! I write mainly in fantasy or historic genres but I do write the odd piece set in the here and now. Right now though my focus is the poetry side of things.

When did you realise you enjoyed writing creatively and how did you pursue it?


I suppose I’ve always known that I enjoyed writing, ever since writing short stories and poems in primary school. As I grew up I would write bits and pieces, focusing a lot on creating different worlds very far from our own. In regards to poetry my Grandma was always very encouraging and I used to write a few whenever I stayed with her over the summer.
Despite all of this, I didn’t get into writing seriously until May last year. The first piece I wrote was just a tiny prologue and seeing as I wrote it on a spur of the moment I didn’t think it would amount to anything but it very quickly spawned off more ideas in my head and turned into something very exciting and momentous. There were moments when I would shut myself away in my “writing cave” for anything up to ten hours a day because I just had so many ideas to write down and expand upon.


Pursuing my writing dream would definitely not have been possible without the support and encouragement of my other half. He has always told me to go for it and to never give up and will read through my work to see if it can be improved. People on Twitter, including your wonderful self, have also been very supportive and encouraging too.


It’s always a joy to see encouragement lead to creativity.  Do you have a process/routine when it comes to writing or is it more of a ‘when inspiration strikes’ thing? 


I like to think I have a good process, but I really don’t! It is definitely more of a “when inspiration strikes” thing. I have a huge number of notebooks and writing pads scattered around the house so that I always have one to hand. The weirdest time I got inspiration was when I was brushing my teeth before bed! It really does strike at any time for me and I count it as a blessing and a curse. Planning a certain block of time to write just doesn’t work for me personally as I more often than not end up staring at the screen for hours with nothing coming to mind. Occasionally I can write to a plan but very rarely.
At first I treated writing like a hobby, keeping it as a side project as I weaved my way round the world of employment but now that I am writing more and more it is definitely turning into a full-time job. I try and write every day and I have got so many projects on the go it’s sometimes impossible to keep up with everything my brain concocts!


Tell us about your new poetry book…


My poetry book is called “Engravings of the Soul” and is a collection of 25 poems based on the spectrum of emotions, ranging from love to hate to grief. Each poem shows a different emotion, sometimes just focusing on one, other times mixing a few together such as anger and love. There are some very lust filled poems and then at the other end of the scale some that are quite raw and full of pain.
The name was something that took ages for me to come up with as I wanted it to encompass everything I portrayed in the poems. Emotions are attached to memories and memories are imprinted on our souls. Over time some may fade and get written over, others will be present forever and still be very vivid years down the line, much like engravings upon stone.
Engravings Of The Soul


Overall within the book I wanted to show the diverse range of human emotion and how they can interlock with each other, not only through what is written on the page but also to focus on the psychological side we get with emotions.
I can’t wait to get stuck in – and I do love that cover, very striking.  Of all of your work, which is your favourite?  Which one defines your talents best as a writer?

Oh that’s a tough question! I am definitely my own harshest critic and would probably say none of them but I am very fond of “A Devil’s Magic”. It came to me from nowhere and just flowed from 4 lines into a full length poem in less than half an hour. It focuses on lust and falling for someone who you know is bad for you, such as someone with a known reputation or falling for an ex, despite all the reasons why you parted. I love it because it is something a lot of people can relate to (me included). If you find yourself in lust with someone you can quickly fall under their charm or the “bad boy” image, no matter what anyone says or the warnings they give you. Writing it brought back some emotions and memories in me so it was both difficult and easy to write.

Smoky tendrils
Clawing at my soul
Make me pause
In wonderment
At the magic you weave.
It is not that of light
But that of dark,
Your alluring words
And enchanting spells
Keeping me alive.
Seductive soliloquies,
Nothing more than a glib
Allow me to see
Lingering unrest,
My acquiescence to you
The only balm to soothe it.
Such likeness to the devil
You condemn me
To your realms of deceit,
Your life of lies,
But I continue to fall
Trapped within the temptations
And boundaries you set out.
Mystified by your presence
You lead me astray,
Hauling me into hypnotic trances
Despite the voices in my mind
Screaming out in defiance
As I’m held in your arms.
Inside your Hadean world
You force me to drink
From the waters
Of Lethe,
Each droplet seeming limpid
Instead of the toxic potion
Reality shows.
Every miniscule swallow
Erases a memory,
Remembrances of our
Past transgressions forgotten,
Granting you the opportunity
To fuel me anew.
No chance of deliverance
I am forever yours,
Lost to your words,
Gullible to everything about you,
Never again to leave
Until my tainted soul perishes
Under your perfunctory existence.
As for which one defines my talents best I don’t think I can pick a specific one. No poem is the same and the writing styles differ for each so I would like to think that I can show a good range but I wouldn’t say any particular one defines me as a writer.
I love that poem.  It’s dark and heady and beautiful.  What does the whole process/world of writing mean to you personally?
The process of writing means an awful lot to me. I’ve been through some pretty rough times and writing gives me a chance to escape. I can leave my problems behind and lose myself in fictional worlds where I don’t have to worry about anything. Writing poems especially allows me to express everything I am feeling inside or the things I want to say to people and can’t. For me personally, it is an amazing therapeutic technique.
It’s superb how so many use the creative outlet of writing as an escape, or as therapy, to get it all out.  What is most important to you about poetry?
The most important thing to me about poetry is that it invokes something, whether it be an image or emotion to leave you contemplating upon it. Also I think it is important to write poetry from deep within. Each poem, no matter how long or short, no matter what the subject matter within it, contains a piece of you. The same goes for stories.
On Twitter I sometimes participate in the VoElla tweet this poetry challenge and Mad Verse, to name but a few. To see the range of poetry produced from just a one or two word prompt is staggering, especially as most of them seem to be written on the spot. Even within those 140 characters you can sense the heart and soul that went into writing them.
Do you have any advice for burgeoning writers looking to explore their creative side?
My advice would be to always carry a notebook and pen! Creativity can strike at any time and the worst feeling is having an idea, not having anywhere to write it down and then forgetting it. It’s happened to me a few times so I know how it feels!
I would also say keep writing whenever you can. You may find that the way you write and the creativity within yourself changes and adapts as you write more. My style of writing now isn’t like it is was a year ago when I first started and I’ve found the span of my creativity has expanded considerably. The possibilities of creating and forming ideas is limitless and endless, so definitely write down anything that comes to mind. Even if it sits idle for a day, a week, a month, even a year, you never know if it will turn into something bigger.
My last piece of advice is to invest in a good dictionary and thesaurus. I use a reverse dictionary with added lexicon of difficult words in the back and I rarely write anything without it. It provides me with obscure words and sometimes words that people have never even heard of. I used the word “nepenthe” in a short poem on Twitter a few weeks ago and no one seemed to have heard of it before. It is definitely a great learning tool as there are countless words within the English language that are just never used, so expanding vocabulary and using words not often seen in work these days is a very good thing for any burgeoning writer.
Fabulous advice! What’s next for you as a writer?

Currently I have a number of projects on the go and I am working on a couple of full-length historical novels but they are a long way off from being completed. Next though I am hoping to finish the edits for my first novella entitled “To Escape The Past”. It’s a modern day romance with many twists and turns along the way and even though it strays from the genres I normally write in it has been really fun to write. Hopefully it will be finished soon but editing and I are definitely not the best of friends! I’ve also just started compiling a second poetry book so we shall have to see how it goes but I’m hoping it will be completed within the next few months.
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