Animal Instinct

It is about time I return to the blog and get back to the good stuff that makes life as a reviewer great. The ability to gain access to certain types of erotica has proven to be not as much difficult as a mining expedition. Is it worth the time? I guess that is up to each searcher.




Animal Instincts (1992) with the luscious Shannon Whirry
Animal Instincts is a film I distinctly remember being quite drawn to as a teenager as I was realizing what desire and yearning meant sexually. The touch of human contact, and how abandoning "normal sexual coupling practices" for the more alluring side of embracing your inner most desires was at the forefront of erotic content seen late at night.

The unwholesome plot of Animal Instincts is what true Cinemax smut was all about. You have this gorgeous-figured woman serving as a sexually unsatisfied wife whose cop husband doesn’t seem to realize just how delicious she is. Kind of preposterous when one truly thinks about it, but without this kind of set up we couldn’t see Whirry’s bored suburban wife shag numerous visitors to her and hubby’s home. It is only fair to the late night consumer who waits with anticipation to see the likes of Whirry and Shannon Tweed getting naked regularly for such a plot to exist. At any rate, Animal Instincts even has the cop husband loving that his wife is into having sex with people she doesn’t even know, getting off on her various sexual encounters in the bed the couple share! It is all wishful thinking on the parts of those who share such a fantasy and haven’t been risqué at all or willing to circumvent the normalcy of regular marriages, forgoing the spice of such anonymous fucking. Here in this film is an avenue to be aroused by the idea of it. Sure, a plot like this includes a danger that comes with embracing a night lifestyle of bedding men and women wanting to enjoy the lovemaking with Whirry. Obviously those who are lucky enough are beautiful also, so no ugly folks getting plenty of Whirry in the bedroom. Sigh.

The Repair Man










Basically what sets off Whirry in Animal Instincts is a visit by the repair man. This is exactly what she needed as a catalyst to set off her longing to be sexually satisfied. He’s a buff hunk with a no-paying job…fact is, he isn’t utilized for his assets financially or romantically but as a suitable male body with a dick. He is her avenue through a primal lust she’s been waiting to unleash. The sex scene is smoldering because the guy just happens to be in the right place at the right time and the lady has been so pent up that she volcanically releases her passion onto him, a willing suitor to her need for sexual healing.

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 One thing I LOVE about Animal Instincts was Whirry's sheer energy and full spirit in her sex scenes. This is an actress who puts that tongue to work. Clearly her scenes couldn't be more simulated but because of her excitement and vigor, they are an eyeful. I'm an honest bloke...this film has a shit plot that is meaningless other than how it allows Whirry to bed one lucky guy after another. Let's not pretend that Animal Instincts is anything less than erotic smut that allows Whirry to wow us with her stunning body. She is a whole show and bonafide star of the erotic era that featured burgeoning star Shannon Tweed. Reporting her exploits to an interviewer on a television show, Whirry's character is quite honest and candid about her behavior, including taking money after fucking men while her hubby watched.













Hubby looks on quite pleased with wife's performance

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