I like both versions (all three if you include Messa's effort). There is always something powerfully engaging about a woman crucified between two men, a rose between thorns. The contrast between male and female bodies is a beautiful one, and the mix of genders raises the level of pathos, humiliation and underlying eroticism. The limp cocks in the first image are fine, they make the crucifixion ordinary, they symbolise the men's impotence, male power reduced to helplessness. The erect members in the alternative images provide a greater spectacle, the men are on display, they are reacting to their ordeal and also to the woman who is suffering with them, they are helpless to prevent it and ultimately their male display is futile, although enjoyable for the onlookers. Despite their rampant cocks, they are still impotent, useless, never to touch the object of their arousal.
Who knows? Perhaps someone in the crowd will come forward and relieve all three of them? Perhaps Alexia will come forward to open Paskell's thighs, stroke her quivering soft flesh, touch and kiss her in the places that are usually hidden. Perhaps Paskell will ride higher and higher and a rising tide of excitement, as her lover brings her ever closer to the climax that will both fulfill her and humiliate her in this very public place. Perhaps others in the crowd will come forward to tend to those bobbing erections, the men's eyes fixed on Paskell as her arousal grows, their own orgasms following hers with groaning inevitability as they spill their seed on the ground in tribute.
For now we can take pleasure in the bodies on the cross, whatever state they are in!
Who knows? Perhaps someone in the crowd will come forward and relieve all three of them? Perhaps Alexia will come forward to open Paskell's thighs, stroke her quivering soft flesh, touch and kiss her in the places that are usually hidden. Perhaps Paskell will ride higher and higher and a rising tide of excitement, as her lover brings her ever closer to the climax that will both fulfill her and humiliate her in this very public place. Perhaps others in the crowd will come forward to tend to those bobbing erections, the men's eyes fixed on Paskell as her arousal grows, their own orgasms following hers with groaning inevitability as they spill their seed on the ground in tribute.
For now we can take pleasure in the bodies on the cross, whatever state they are in!
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