A Mind Fuck

"Watch enough porn, and it will finally fail to turn you on".

I say, great. Bring it on. Isn't that the whole point?

Porn is not desire. Porn is a mechanism. A dick rubbing against a clit is not lust, it is merely friction. Look into the expressions. A good porn actor/actress knows how to project desire through their faces.

A good actor knows how to project emotions through their faces. You need to begin with Betty Boop to understand the beauty of Meryl Streep.

The fact that your first blue film made you automatically reach for your cock was not because you were aroused by lust for the actors (but maybe you were, I am not a psychologist). It was the novelty of the taboo, wasn't it? If you met the actors and they offered to have a threesome with you, your dick might go limp in an instant (I'm just guessing).

So many group sex videos, so little realization how much bravery that takes. To undress, to be judged and scrutinized by the size of your chest, your feet, your face, your dick. So much trust, in what once was a niche.

Sex is a symbiosis. Master-slave relationships included. For one helps the other attain the height of their desire to help the other attain the height of the other's desire.

I fuck you because you make it enjoyable fucking you.

Be it man, woman, fleshlight or tree.

Trust your ears to the erotica of violin strings. They do not call it the devil's tongue for no reason.

Trust your touch to the ripples of skin folded over the small muscles of his eye.

Trust your sight to the crimson shadow beneath her earlobe. Kiss it.

Work your senses to it's death. Like a shoeless hermit traversing the earth. Each callous a barrier to the touch of soil underneath him. Yet he grows closer and fonder of his surroundings.

Watch more porn.

For now, let me be seduced by me.