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"It's Saturday night and I aint got nobody"
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"It's Saturday night and I aint got nobody" Not quite true. My somebody is in Nebraska I think, on his way to Californy to drop off whatever it is he's carrying on his truck. Steel coils or something like that. Several months ago my lap top died and so I've just been using Rocky's computer much as I would my own. He'd told me he had a porn collection stowed somewhere on this thing. I didn't go looking for it, I was trying to find a picture that I had put on one of my blog postings. I found the porn instead. So last night, I got to come home a little early from work. I turn on the tube and there's Chris Rock doing stand-up from 1999. He's talking about men ALWAYS having a stash around somewhere and that while women may think they found IT, in reality they only found a fraction of it. If his computer collection is only a fraction, he has so much of it, he'd have to be porn star himself to actually have much more than I found. Which he is NOT. Somehow recently we had a conversation about the Jon & Kate plus 8 thing, you know the stars of that dumb show on Discovery. I'd only seen bits and pieces of the show and what stuck out in my mind was her attitude toward him. This scene was of them sitting on a love seat talking to the camera. She's saying something and he's trying to get his 2 cents in. She gave him this glaring look and said, "Why do you always interrupt me? I hate it when you do that." Or something like that. I told Rocky I could find no fault with Jon. "You cannot emasculate your man on national TV and expect him to stay with you." was what I said. WE went from there to what if his sweetie was actually a porn star, how would that make him feel? He said he thought it would be cool, having men lust after his woman would somehow be great because she would be going home with him after work. "After work where 20 other guys may have fucked her that day, in every orifice possible except maybe her nose or ears." "I'm quite sure there's porn for bellybutton fuckers." But, see she would bring her worked up self home to me. "Yeah she fucked 20 guys today, like she'd have anything left for you." Hmmm, well then maybe I would just want someone who looks like a porn star, but could be like Jenna Jamison's twin. "then all your friends would really want to fuck her, and they would make comments to you like, your woman is so hot, I just wanna pound that thing" She wouldn't be oblivious, maybe she'd wanna be pounded." I love getting him into conversations like this cause he gets flustered. In my world, reality beats the fantasy world hands down. But this is how we are, it's like Democrats vs Republicans or any other thing you can think of where people can be on different sides of the fence. He presents his case, I present mine and then I steal his briefs! sometimes. While I can write in the fantasy world, make up stories that sound to some as if I have done whatever the female character may have done, that's not the case. I really try to have empathy, walk a mile in the other person's shoes. So I try to think like a man would about porn. So I suppose I'm supposed to watch a DVD and imagine the star female (I say this only cause that's all the porn Rocky has, if you're of some other persuasion insert whatever you'd like to see here) is giving me head or I'm fucking her brains out while she's crying out, saying things like...Oh God you're dick is so huge, harder faster etc etc and all this is taking place in my mind as I jerk off. If I'm doing my own thing with BOB I refer to memories that have actually taken place. I can't watch porn and think I wish that guy was doing me right this second. My brain doesn't work that way. My sister on the other hand has seen every Brad Pitt movie and goes on and on about how wonderful he is and she'd do him in a heartbeat. (She's also said she'd marry Steve Perry... lead singer for the original version of Journey, if he would just sing to her everyday) I look at her like she's lost her mind and she figures out that I don't agree. "How can I have sex with someone I don't know?" I'm not a<b> prude. </font></b>I love sex as much as the next woman. I think I see so much bad shit working in the ER that casual sex is not for me. You get a whole new perspective when you see a pussy swollen to twice it's normal size because a woman decided to cheat on her hubby in revenge and got herpes. The concerned hubby heard through the grapevine that she was in the ER, came running to her side. Seeing the mistakes they'd both made, all they could do was hold each other and cry. |
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I very much prefer reality to fantasy, which is why we are going to record some of our own fun...or lots of it I hope! LT
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Another great post, W/M
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