Dammit!

Alternate (and more useful) title: Peeping Tom / Upskirt Porn Revisited

I was browsing Smutty recently on one of those rare occasions when I was able to watch videos. My wife was either out of the house or otherwise occupied (on a separate floor), such that I was sure I wouldn’t get interrupted and she wouldn’t be able to hear the video’s sound. And I had to be very careful in this case because the description of the video indicated that the girl getting fucked was very vocal; we all know that the sound from pornographic videos travels better than any other sound known to man – put your computer on the lowest possible volume setting and people 3 doors down will still know immediately you’re watching a fuck flick – so it was especially important to watch this video when she wouldn’t be able to hear it.

Faking It

The title may not be referring to what you think it’s referring to – in fact, it might be quite the opposite. But if any post will prove that I’m not a porn insider, and have no idea what it’s like on the other side of the camera, this will be the one.

My History With Porn: College

At some point in my teenaged years I got religion. I became a born-again Christian, and eventually decided that all of this pornography (let alone the masturbation) probably wasn’t a good idea. So, remarkably, I stopped. Looking back on this it still amazes me. Later in life I tried numerous times to quit and wasn’t able to do it, but apparently I was able to stop in my teenaged years, when my hormones would have been far more... hormonal.

Of course, one doesn’t just shut off masturbation like a valve; there has to be a release. But that’s where wet dreams come in. When the pressure built too high the release valve would open, and I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find myself covered in semen. I may have quit, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I sort of looked forward to these dreams.