Vex Ashley Movies

Our orgies are acts of ritual celebration that against the odds, somehow, still here in the writhing and intertwining of smoke, sweat and bodies.

An exploration in narcissistic desire, a kind of autoeroticopsis in being the subject of desire for yourself.

The invisible lines that bind us together become tangible.

Textures and second skin causing confinement only to be released, squeezed through.

A purification ritual, salt and water.

Jealousy is a visceral emotion. Being driven to distraction and loss of control is akin to slipping down the rabbit hole, a descent into hell. Safety...

The role of submissive, and the potential for transcendence in consensual degradation is powerful. Endurance is powerful. Subverting perfection is...

The process of turning base material into gold, the philosophers stone. A metaphor for the way certain acts and bodily materials are treated as...

Tender kisses, sharp nails, and desire laid out in a bed of flowers

Porn aesthetics and archetypes are fascinating, sex on film has always been innovative, at the forefront of pushing technology and creativity. Being...

Indulgence in it's first form

We broadcast our image in cells and pixels across distances, viewed by lenses, pushed through codecs and compression algorithms, adapting new ways to...

There's something so special about adult films pre internet digitization, VHS tapes copied and circulated in your community, mailing lists and...

Barriers are an augmentation not just a limit - they have potential for new sensations. Bodies take on different qualities. Smooth, shiny...

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

Erotics are not found in revelation but in walking towards knowing in the darkness, down a long corridor, in a labyrinth, in the maze but never quite...

The intersection of Femininity and The Grotesque, when femme-ness, glamour, glitter is exaggerated to the point of excess, stomach-turning...

The period of time when the sun falls below the horizon line and tears of blue and orange gradiate the sky. I’ve always called this indigo hour...

You're getting fucked without even knowing. Fucked behind your back. Fucked in the shadow of your absence.

Long moments of brushed skin melting within each other