Sex vs Porn
2 totally different entities, porn to me is about exploring my curiosities, weird fetishes (not that i have any ahem) and completely unrealistic fantasies.
Sex on the other hand is about 2 people having shits and giggles, not neccesarily in that order. In fact forget the shits just the giggles. I remember getting really depressed when I was a teenager and I pulled this girl I'd fancied for about 6 years.
She had that kind of body every body fascist teenage boy dreams of. Borderline anorexic with immovable big firm titties that completely defy gravity and what I'd refer to as a "bridge" - you know a camel toe (awesomely offputting description) pussy that looks like its swallowed the top of her thighs. We used to call it a bridge cos youd see her buttcheeks from the front appearing like a humpback bridge between her legs.
Anyway the dissapointment came when we slept together, not only was she completely clueless in bed, it felt awful, she was so firm and skinny there was nothing feminine about her but this was my totally ideal woman/girl. To cap it off I couldnt cum and rather foolishly kept hammering away not wanting to be rude and all but totally not turned on anymore. The more i fucked her the more sweaty she got till I started seeing signs of a 6 pack appearing on her tummy.
I freaked the fuck out, bearing in mind I was an active sportsman at the time and didn't even have a 6 pack myself. I did learn a valuable lesson though that seeing and feeling are 2 totally opposite senses, with sight playing into the mental side of things much more than touch.
Ever since that day/lay i've always trusted my hands over my eyes, cos a bit of fat feels so damn sexy next to a 6 pack any day of the week!!!
Sex on the other hand is about 2 people having shits and giggles, not neccesarily in that order. In fact forget the shits just the giggles. I remember getting really depressed when I was a teenager and I pulled this girl I'd fancied for about 6 years.
She had that kind of body every body fascist teenage boy dreams of. Borderline anorexic with immovable big firm titties that completely defy gravity and what I'd refer to as a "bridge" - you know a camel toe (awesomely offputting description) pussy that looks like its swallowed the top of her thighs. We used to call it a bridge cos youd see her buttcheeks from the front appearing like a humpback bridge between her legs.
Anyway the dissapointment came when we slept together, not only was she completely clueless in bed, it felt awful, she was so firm and skinny there was nothing feminine about her but this was my totally ideal woman/girl. To cap it off I couldnt cum and rather foolishly kept hammering away not wanting to be rude and all but totally not turned on anymore. The more i fucked her the more sweaty she got till I started seeing signs of a 6 pack appearing on her tummy.
I freaked the fuck out, bearing in mind I was an active sportsman at the time and didn't even have a 6 pack myself. I did learn a valuable lesson though that seeing and feeling are 2 totally opposite senses, with sight playing into the mental side of things much more than touch.
Ever since that day/lay i've always trusted my hands over my eyes, cos a bit of fat feels so damn sexy next to a 6 pack any day of the week!!!
13 years ago