I always liked porn. If you asked me why I'm happy to live in the twenty-first century, that would be my answer.
Porn.
I love the different fantasies it can express, all crazier than each other. Of course, there will always be people screaming at, "the degradation of human dignity," but these guys don’t know what beauty is. A red and swollen pussy dripping with cum after a good fuck, a woman's face covered with semen, a cock drowned in tons of saliva during a hot and passionate blowjob. It's not degrading, it's sublime.
This is true beauty.
What I also like in porn is that it allows everyone to make his own menu, according to his very specific tastes: Asian, Arab, Black, Caucasian, Latinas, Lesbians, SM, Anal, Blowjob, MILFs... That’s a wonderful litany! A fascinating biodiversity! And peaceful and colorful globalization at last!
But what I prefer in porn, it's the actresses. Seriously, if you're a porn actress, and you are reading these lines, whether you're famous or not, I want you to know that I love you.
Deeply.
In my view, the Internet is a kind of Eden, a paradise, and you girls are the angels there that spread joy and bliss. I love the animal magnetism of their stilettos, their sexy lingerie and their tight dresses. It always makes me so horny!
But above all, I love them naked, in all the glory of their absolutely divine bodies, sculpted at the gym for hours, their femininity revealing itself, like a flower that finally hatches, unveiling to the greedy spectator that I am their perfectly shaved pussies, their bouncy asses, their succulent breasts! Oh, how I wish I could fuck them all!
In my ideal world, that's what I'll do. Whatever their skin color, whatever the shape of their body; skinny, curvy, Asian, Black, Arab, Latinos, MILFs, etcetera… I will fuck them. All, all day.
That is real life. That's what's supposed to be.
Unfortunately, we live in a shitty and boring and gritty reality. And in that shitty and boring and gritty reality, there are studies to take, jobs to find and taxes to pay.
Ah geez!
So sadly the best I can do with porn actresses is to masturbate, a little every night, in front of them. A cumshot in front of a porn movie is my way of honoring them and showing that I appreciate the work they do. A way of saying "thank you" to life.
That said, all hope is not lost; I can still build my little piece of Heaven on Earth.
How, you may ask? Easy.
All I have to do is to seduce the hottest girls on campus, turn them into my cumsluts and put them in a harem in which I will be the undisputed master. I plan on making them pregnant too, to create a gigantic household full of sex and love, and we will all be living together, happily ever after.
I have several candidates in mind.
The first of them is Serenity Martin. She is a blonde of Italian origin, with beautiful curves, bountiful breasts and ample hips. Her body is just made for her to be a mom, and when I cross her in the corridors, my reptilian brain switches on and urges me to nestle my cock deep inside her pussy. She probably senses something because, at that moment, her black eyes often throw me scornful glances, as if to deter me from making a move.
It should intimidate me, but all it does is it makes me want to fuck her even harder, taking her in a wild doggy and slapping her juicy butt to punish her for her insolence. I will have to act quickly though, because in three months she goes to do humanitarian work in Africa.
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It was the last day of the holidays and I was sitting on the train, ready to leave for another year at college. With my head resting on the window, I savored the coolness of the glass while listening to the hubbub of the travelers on the platform of the station, a confused amalgam of imprecations against heavy suitcases, “goodbyes” and desperate races on the pavement. I repressed a yawn.
I had spent all summer working on the restoration of an old stone church in my village. It had made my muscles a lot more toned, which had earned me compliments on my physique from those around me, but I had not really been able to rest, and I was exhausted. Fortunately, there were few people in my car. The trip would be quiet, so I could try to sleep.
I closed my eyes and felt the train starting to move slowly. The soft purring of the wheels on the rails and the slight jolts hypnotized me, and I began to glide gently towards sleep.
It was at this moment that the door of my car opened with a hiss. I opened an eye, out of curiosity, and I saw from the corner of it a pair of tapered legs that protruded from a black miniskirt. They advanced to my height and sat on the other side of the aisle. I turned discreetly to see who they belonged to, and my blood was gone. It was Serenity!
Headphones on her head, white sneakers on her feet, she wore a small, tight-fitting black t-shirt that emphasized her ample breasts. She did not seem to have noticed me. My heart was beating fast in my chest, the car was almost empty, that was my chance. I had to make a move, but I was terrified. My hands were getting sweaty.
'Calm down, Chris, calm down,' I muttered to myself. I focused on my breath and tried slowing it down to gain back some control.
I completely failed. I’ve never been so nervous in my life, it was like I was a kissless virgin teenager again, I was in a panic and the fact that I was in panic made me panic even more.
Talk about some shitty feedback loop.
She, on the other hand, was starring intently at her phone, oblivious at the mayhem that was happening a few centimeters from her. I felt my mouth getting dry and a knot forming in my stomach. I had surrendered before even starting anything and felt like a loser. 'Anyways, that would probably have gone terribly,' I tried to comfort myself.
I closed my eyes and focused on my body, trying to think about nothing, simply observing and listening to it. I could hear my heart still drumming in my chest and feel my cheeks burning. The gentle rocking of the train was really soothing, and slowly a sort of blackness was spreading all over me as I felt my body returning to normal. My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and as my consciousness was ebbing, I had one last thought for Serenity before falling asleep.