Does porn make you sexier?
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I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately, and I’ve started to wonder if it affects my sex life. I don’t tell people I watch it (unless I know they do, or it comes up for some other reason). However, when guys sleep with me now, I feel more experienced. Yes, I know, that sounds odd. I suppose, too, that all that perfect sex should make me feel inadequate, especially watching those men with perfect bodies.
That’s not the case. I find that I’m more open to trying new things, and that I’m constantly asked to do new things. The other day, some fuck buddy friend of mine called and asked if I’d like to come over for a quickie. I said sure, as this guy is completely into doing me; he doesn’t want to cum and he doesn’t want me to service him in any way. Yes, it’s paradise.
On the way over, he texts me and says “do you care if I invite another guy over to watch?” I thought about it for all of two seconds, and texted back, “Sure.” My friend is someone I can trust, so I knew it wouldn’t be a serial killer or someone who was planning to stream it on the Internet.
I get there, and my friend takes off my clothes, and starts blowing me, then licking my ass. We’re on the bed, and the doorbell rings. My friend just says “come in” (he’d left it unlocked so his friend could witness the scenario), and his friend comes up to the bed and starts playing with my nipples, then kissing me. Think about it: the man walks in to witness me naked on a bed with a tongue up my ass.
Thing is, I felt completely in charge, like the object of everyone’s desire. I’m getting fingered, sucked, licked, massaged, and worshipped. I cum into my friends’ mouth with ecstatic moans. Afterward, my friend says, as a compliment, that I’m somewhat of a show off. I laugh, and think about how odd that sounds. I was never any kind of show off when I was younger, and I felt completely comfortable. I go out to meet some friends at a gallery opening, and the amazingly hot assistant manager takes me on a mini-tour. It ends up in his office, where he pulls my pants down, and I’m blown again. His boyfriend is in the next room, along with the paintings, the artist, and lots and lots of people. It was so hot I’m wondering what awaits me when I walk my dog in a bit. And, you know, I’m kind of liking it.
-David
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