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Of Course, Demon-on-Demon Scenes Are Truly My Favorite
My New Toys Mayflower and I were supposed to meet yesterday for a few hours to discuss her ongoing thesis, but instead of spending a few hours doing this, we talked for about half an hour about the thesis, then went for coffee and out to a local sex shop. Mayflower is having a baby shower soon and needed to buy some condoms to pass out as party favors, and she also wanted to buy a cock ring ("The way I like to do it," she explained, "is too good for him." I suggested that she have him jack off before they did it because it takes longer for guys to come the second time.)She also wanted to pick out a new vibrator or dildo for herself. At the shop, we wandered around, looking at the various toys and discussing their virtues and drawbacks (like: Oh, this one is cute because it's pink, but it doesn't have a base to hold onto, so you can end up losing control of it at crucial moments. Or: Don't you hate it when the vibrator feature gives out after a month. Or: I'd get a quick release cock ring because you don't want some guy getting all panicked when he can't get out of it. Or: This dildo is cheaper, but it's too big. You might be getting a bit too much value for your buck here.) Anyway, Mayflower ended up choosing a faintly pink "crystal" dildo, and I ended up with the same dildo sans the pinkish cast to it. (I asked if it was weird of me to take the same thing in a different color and she, thankfully, said no.) After we had decided on new dildos, we went over to look at the sale table of videos. I wasn't planning on buying a video, as so much video porn is just stupid and tasteless (both of which insult my sensibilities to no end), but Mayflower very much wanted some gay porn to occupy herself while The Enforcer is out of town. Now, me? I love me some gay porn. I love watching two guys fucking. I think it's about getting those fake women out of the picture and keeping the men getting pleasure out of sex in the picture, you know? And while I find two women fucking exciting, so much lesbian porn is just boring. Often, I like watching two guys together because it's kind of hard to fake the excitement (or was, pre-Viagra anyway) or the orgasm, whereas a girl-girl scene is often too showy, too much "Look at how close I can get to her clit without ever actually making tongue to clit contact." That's just...oh, I don't know. Not exciting. Anyway, while we were cruising the sale videos, I happened to find a video that claimed to have a feminist message--and to star Christy Canyon, who I love because she kept it real, kept the real boobs and the real face for so long when all the other girls in the videos were turning to silicon and plastic surgery. Christy is just one of those old school hardcore homegirls and I appreciate the hell out of that. So I went ahead and decided to spend a few bucks on the video as well as the new toy. Mayflower picked out a boy-boy video and her dildo and her cockring and the condoms (Kimono colors, which will make very nice party favors indeed), then we parted ways. I went home and opened up the new purchases and spent the better part of the evening flying solo with my new toys. And the video? Turned out to be better than I expected. First, it's divided about evenly between boy-girl and girl-girl scenes. And the girl-girl scenes, while still a bit showy, are pretty hot otherwise. Christy, as is the norm in so many videos, has top billing, but appears in only a few of the sex scenes. The rest of the movie is dominated by a hot blonde (fake tits, but otherwise okay) and her various cohorts. The moaning is minimal and real (none of that faked dubbed shit), and the soundtrack is not too too annoying. (And I know that now I've been reduced to critiquing the low production value of pornography, which is as silly as telling you that sugar is sweet or something. This you know, right?) And the dildo? Sadly, is too big. And I used to be a former size queen, so you can imagine how disappointed I am about a seven-inch dildo being too big. But I persisted, using it anyway to get off to two scenes in the video, one boy-girl, one girl-girl. And After The Jacking Off? I walked around the apartment (ow ow ow ow), made dinner, and watched the end of a 1940's comedy that I rented a few days ago. (I finished my Sopranos marathon, watched Ghost Dog yet again, then started in on a few comedies to get me out of the Sopranos/Samurai mindset.) And After The Comedy? There must be gratitude. I am grateful. I am grateful for new sex toys, for porn vidoes. I am grateful for Mayflower and for Diet Dr. Pepper. I am grateful for Max and for The Demon Grrlfriend and for The Demon Who Always Does The Right Thing. I am grateful. I am grateful for Judi, for the gym, for Coop. I am grateful for sweet sweet multiple orgasms and an evening spent in pursuit of sweet, sweet multiple orgasms. I am grateful. I am grateful and obedient. I am grateful and humble. I am grateful. I truly, truly am.
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