Some Things are More Important Than Masturbating

I’ve been carrying on an email correspondence with a friend who wants to get in my pants, but who hasn’t yet gotten up the courage to invite me to a hotel so that she can fuck me. (She also happens to read this blog, and there’s a slim chance she wouldn’t 100% agree with that previous sentence.) We were talking recently about the fact that the slightest misstep during sex can cause a woman to completely lose her momentum.

Delivery to the Following Recipient Failed Permanently

My sex life goes up and down. (No pun intended.) Sometimes I’m chasing half a dozen women (and letting them chase me), having sex with escorts, hunting down dates on Ashley Madison or in bars, exchanging photos with internet hotties, and just generally getting my dick wet wherever and whenever I can. Other times things are pretty slow and I’m just living my life and enjoying my job.

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There’s only one person in real life that I’ve told about this blog. I didn’t tell her the name or address of it, just that I’m writing a blog about porn. The reason I told her is that we have a shared history of nefarious blogging, so one day when she asked me if I’ll ever blog again, I told her. And yes, if you’re curious about a girl who has a history of nefarious blogging, she is hot (though she’s not my type anymore – she knows why).

Porn (And Sex) in the 21st Century

To a certain extent this post is a “me too” post, piling on to what Jamal Registre said in a post on Boinkology 101. (Boinkology 101 is Lux Alptraum’s new blog, and I’ll be following it closely. It promises to be quite interesting.) Registre’s main point (if I may oversimplify) is that his phone is so tied into every facet of his life – including his sex life – that he’s having trouble learning how to cope with the new technology. Or, at the very least, integrate it with his sex life. I especially like the anecdote about him setting the phone down at work only to have the phone’s Live Tile feature start displaying his sex pics for his colleagues to see. I can easily see that happening.

And I feel his pain.

My First Comment! My first com... wait.

I was very excited to open my Inbox recently and see the very first comment on the blog. My mind raced with possibilities; maybe it’s someone writing to say that my love of porn had touched them in a deep and personal way, that they were happy to know that there were kindred souls out on the internet. Maybe it was some young sexy thing who wanted to touch ME in a deep and personal way. (If you know what I’m sayin.) (Wink wink, nudge nudge.)