I still vividly recall a lot of the formative moments for my weird-ass fetishes from childhood, given the subject matter of a lot of art here i know i'm not alone in that in this community. I've been thinking lately about a certain book of Boris Vallejo fantasy art we had around the house when i was very tiny. Honestly, i'm shocked I was allowed to look at it as a tot cos they're some pretty full on nudity and sexual stuff in it ie the sort of stuff that would maybe give a normal kid a sexual awakening.. but noo the picture that most captivated me was this one..
I found the lady very beautiful and felt the same potent mix of conflicted emotions i still feel when presented with damsel in distress stimuli in regards her predicament and vulnerability. The details of the picture that captured my imagination most are the fact the monster thingies thigh is considerably thicker than her waist... and his big green hand gripping her dainty arm. I use to make up stories in my head about who she was, what was happening and what would happen next. (usually me coming to the rescue, hunky barbarian dude be damned!)
Another picture in the book fascinated me, in perhaps a darker way
I also found the woman very beautiful and was honestly quite distressed by her fate here - I'd tell my six year old self was just injured but I was kinda semi-aware i was kidding myself there ha. I dunno i just add this to say there's often been a really weird mix of sadness and unsettled feelings mixed with feelings of pleasure and lust for me when it comes to images of women in peril, right from the start.