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I find as I advance in years that I get more distant when watching pornography, a sense of emotional detachment that I hope doesn’t continue to spread into my sex life.
At the moment for example I’m writing this whilst windows media happily spouts out ‘the passion of the ass’ (really) but as I watch a pretty young girl with too much makeup on be defiled from both ends by some rather overweight unattractive older men, one of whom looks for all the world like a Mexican outlaw, I find myself thinking thoughts that are not wholly contusive to the masturbatory process.
Thoughts such as – does this girl even have a soul any more, or is she just a barren husk staring dead eyed at the world? What does she think as she is roughly penetrated by two men who, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t get a woman into bed without a heroic amount of royhpnol? And, most worryingly of all (for my psyche), what does her poor mother think of what she’s doing?
Of course its possible that the wide eyed heroine of the piece actually enjoys the tenderness that accompanies this near rape lovemaking, and that her peculiar kink is being anally violated by swarthy, sweaty unpleasant looking latino’s twice her age who think it is heterosexually acceptable for two grown men to rub their cocks together as long as it is separated by the thin membrane that separates her vaginal wall from her anus.
And it is to this thought that I cling like a seaman to the last flotsam of the shipwreck as I masturbate furiously.
