Hope your weekend is going well x
Grab yourself a coffee, install yourself in a comfy chair, and let's talk about porn.
There is no doubt in my mind that - as with violence - an abundance of sexual imagery and sexual content in the media has desensitised us to its effects. I wonder just where this trend is heading. Within a lifetime, we have 'progressed' from banning a book depicting - rather prosaically - the sex act, to allowing TV in which fully-naked females simulate - rather graphically - the singular act of masturbation.
Many pop videos are pornographic, depict almost-naked beautiful young people almost copulating. TV schedules are similarly strewn with nakedness and an abundance of 'adult' themes. If I wasn't enjoying it so much, I'd be worried.
And there's Babestation and its ilk. Fully grown, fully naked girls, shaking their oiled tits, slapping their glistening buttocks, writhing in orgasmic ecstasy while spouting filth into a telephone. And it's free! Have you seen the things they say? Amazing how all the rude words are so easy to lip-read. Fuck, cock, cunt, cum, tits... you don't need to be Helen Keller to get the gist. They tug their nipples, twist their nipples, stretch their tits and suck their nipples. The camera angle is such that you never actually see their sex lips. Some girls clamp their thighs together, expertly hiding their slits while still displaying neat strips of pubic hair - though more often it's a fully-shaved pudendum on display. How long before they will part those taut thighs? Spread those long legs, peel open those lips and finger themselves to orgasm before the whole nation? The day will surely come.
Soon, the above will simply not be enough. A woman's tits and bare body are now a commonplace sight, will soon barely get a cock to twitch, never mind spring erect at the promise of erotic things to cum. And isn't that what this is all about? Erect cocks? Turning flaccidity into raging tumescence? Yes, where are the naked men clasping their groins and issuing oaths into mobile phones? Is it that women are not so sexually driven? Or are we too clever to fall for that old trick? (For me - a girl for whom the term bi-curious was invented - a wanking man would not get me off half as much as those pouting pussy-hugging girls do. And that's not because I'm gay. It's because I am that girl, stripped bare before millions, shaking her tits, slapping her arse, teasing and taunting, beckoning, smouldering. Concealing that tiniest part. The bit you all want see. And listen to me! Yes! Fuck my cunt. Cum on my fucking tits! How I would love to mouth that to camera, while special offers for my graphic pics and cummy videos scroll across the bottom of the screen. What a buzz that must be! I've soaked my knickers just thinking of it.
And then, to top it all, there is the internet. A click of a mouse is all it takes to bring solo naked men, solo naked women - and every variety of naked twosomes and threesomes - directly into one's living room. There is no teasing, no subtlety; they will stroke for for you, squirt for you, insert fingers, vegetables, dildos... in fact, do any legal sexual act you care to name. Again, if I wasn't enjoying it blah, blah, blah.
I know I should be outraged. Indeed, there is a part of me, a not insubstantial part, that is. I worry for our future, fear for our children, and shake my head at the world we are creating for them, a world in which sex is shamelessly exploited for profit, where women are degraded into sex objects, a thing into which to shove a stiff cock.
And yet, it is simply because of this climate that I have been able to express myself sexually. Yes, had I been alive in the sixties, I could have written erotica, but what could I have done with it other than hide in under my bed? Nothing. So I could have, but I wouldn't have. The impetus to write springs from the ability to share my thoughts, desires and experiences, from being able to cast them out into the ether and to know they are being read by others. By you. So I can tell you how it feels, to me personally, to be fucked. Tell you how I masturbate, and what turns me on the most. I can weave love through these descriptions, along with lust, insecurity, fear, rejection, longing, hope... Indeed again, I can weave whatever the fuck I like, whatever I want. Whatever I need. It is a need. A hunger. A sensation I simply have to sate.
So, I ask you one more time: where is this going? Not sure? This is what I think:
It will run its course, go full circle. Nakedness will become tiresome. Wanking in public will become passé. And then normal service will be resumed. Decadence killed off the Romans, but surely we are better than that? Have learned something from that? Yes. Well, I have, at least.
But till that day when a glistening rigid cock entering a tight squelching pussy produces no more response than a world-weary yawn, pass me the baby oil and hand me that massive rubber cock. Oh, and while you're at it, be a darling and turn on my cam. Thanks.
Yes! Fuck my cunt. Cum on my fucking tits!
See you later, masturbator!
Love,
Alexandra :) xxx
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