Reasons Porn is Better than Sex: Time

It’s been a while since I wrote one of these posts, so let’s start with the basics, shall we? On the whole, having sex with one or more real women is typically more pleasurable to me than consuming porn and strokin it. That shouldn’t be controversial at all.

But hey – did you notice the caveats I put in that seemingly simple sentence? For one, I said that sex is “typically” more pleasurable than porn and masturbation, which implies that sometimes it’s not. Which, unfortunately, is true: I’ve had some pretty disappointing sex in my time (and some pretty fantastic porn/masturbation sessions), so while it’s not typical it does sometimes happen that specific instances of sex are not as good as consuming porn and pleasuring myself.

What Does It Feel Like When a Guy Cums?

I can’t tell you.

Is it because it’s a secret? No, I have no secrets from you, my dear blog readers. Ask me anything! I’ve written about my own masturbation being interrupted, about the fact that I’m uncircumcised, about precum (and the fact that sometimes it’s comforting to feel it in my boxers after sex or after yankin it), and hashtags I’m embarrassed to follow, and a bunch of other things besides.

Is There a Place for Sexual Shame?

This post is accidentally safe for work. Sorry. I didn’t have time to put in pictures before posting it.

I saw a post with this title on the Naked Truth blog, and thought it was a great idea for a post. My plan, as usual, was to read it and then come here and talk about essentially the same thing, linking back to the article. Except then I read it and it turned out to just be talking about masturbation and why men feel shame after they yank it – even men (as with the case of the blogger’s husband and subject of the post) who weren’t raised to think of masturbation as shameful.

That’s an interesting question, and one that’s worthy of a blog post, but when I saw the title my mind went in a different direction: are there types of shame which are actually valid? Are there times when we should feel shame? In other words, literally: is there a place for shame?

Opposite of Porn Addiction in Action

I don’t normally get headaches, but I do get sometimes get a caffeine headache if I skip my morning coffee. (Or if I just have 1 instead of 2 or 3.) It’s a normal aspect of life for most coffee-addicted North Americans, including myself.

I Love Porn – I May Have Mentioned That Before

In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned it a lot. I love porn so much that I maintain a blog about it – you’re reading it right now, so you must have a certain affection for porn as well – and so the fact that I love it has come up on numerous occasions. If you do a search for the phrase “I love porn” in the search box above you’ll get back 48 different posts where I’ve used that exact phrase (so far). I think I’ve also mentioned on a number of occasions that I’m rather fond of being a middle-aged white man – it’s nice to be part of the ruling class – but that’s neither here nor there.

What’s the Relationship Between Masturbation and Sex?

The title of this post might seem like an obvious question, but I disagree (or I wouldn’t have written this in the first place).

In fact, I’ll start with an even more general question: What is masturbation? Is it a physical thing, releasing pent up energy? Is it an emotional thing? Is it related to lust? Does the situation surrounding the masturbatory event change the answer to this question?

Oh Right – THAT’S Why This Blog Was a Secret!

Every once in a while I’ll come across some porn-related blog post or news item that I find amusing, and I’ll further amuse myself by imagining the blog post I’d write if that item were about me. Honestly, I can provide hours of self-stimulated pleasure by imagining how I would write a blog post about me doing something stupid but sexual.

Self Control

(Or lack thereof.)

I’m an unrepentant multitasker. I’m often working on one or more work-related things at the same time that I’m chatting with people over instant messaging and maybe even writing blog posts for a blog about porn*, and I’m usually pretty good at prioritizing the various things I’m doing. (* Note: I may sometimes work on my porn-related blog posts at work, but obviously there are limits to what I’ll do at work. I don’t go browsing Smutty or attaching pictures to blog posts or anything – I don’t even view my own blog from the network at work. I just write the content for my posts, and then when I’m at home I’ll put them in Blogger and start pulling in pictures.) I have a pretty good poker face, so people around me will rarely be able to tell the difference between when I’m working and when I’m, you know, workin it.

Life After Sex? Will Porn Be Enough When I’m Old?

Let me run a couple of scenarios past you. I’m not doing this for Minx’s benefit – though she requested something similar – it just happens to be a good way to get to my point. Or maybe it’s just semi-titillating; this is a blog about porn, so titillation is also good.

Masturbari Interruptus

I don’t know if my Latin is correct; if I were to guess I’d say that it’s probably not.

Let me set the scene for you:

I’m in the home office, dressed in a regular pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I worked from home today, but the working day is done and now I’m scrolling through my Smutty feed, “liking” things I like, keeping track of videos I might want to watch (and maybe post) at a future date, not really doing anything special.

Porn and Remembrance

Author’s Note: Why would I name this post with a pun based on a book so few people have read? Sure, it works thematically, but nobody will get the joke but me...

In a previous post from the “My History With Porn” series I mentioned my early history with pornographic magazines, and the fact that my mom found them at one point and made me get rid of them. After that I got “smart,” and going forward any time I came across new magazines I did a better job of hiding them: I’d rip out the “good parts,” and then insert them into the middle of a Mad Magazine. I had a billion issues of Mad, so it was easy to just slip this particular issue into the middle of the pile.

Tactile Sensation

In a previous post I mentioned a lie I told in college. Not wanting to admit that I masturbated – it was a different time, when people weren’t so open about masturbation – I pretended like I never masturbated with a sock.

Food and Porn

When done right, sex is about the senses – it should satisfy all of them.

Uncircumcised

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