Porno hound that I am, I've run my equipment ragged skinless and begging for retirement. I approach the final scene of an epic four hour long compellation and still have yet to see one decent finish girl. The last scene contains a portly woman with an atrocious bush. I'm half ready to turn it off when it occurs to me that a woman so unatractive must have some kind of special 'trick' in order to occupy a slot at the end of the picture. Even if it's not going to be sexy, I might as well stick it out purely out of curiosity.
I'm halfway through the scene and musing on how impossible it's going to be for me to be sexually fullfilled by anyone, imagined or otherwise. Like disgruntled soldiers questioning the authority of their superiors, my penis refuses to stand at full attention. It's not impotency, I tell myself. I'm much to young for that. It's my standards. No ass is shapely enough. No pussy is clean enough. No face is symetrical enough. My penis, the fine toothed comb weeding out every fantasy that comes before me twenty bucks at a time. It's hopeless.
I'm just about to turn off my VCR and refocus my energy into more important ares of life, when out of nowhere, the chubby girl on my screen starts turning me on something feirce. The black stud behind her is hammering away and she's got her soft naked torsoe just splayed out on the floor, absorbing each of his surges. Then she sits up on her elbows and they look like two dogs, with the growling and everything.
The chubby girl orders him to pull her hair. he does as he's told and her head cocks violently bakcwards like a lever activating her smile. Harder, she says, fuck me harder. She's the type of woman who never had or lost the upper hand. Even though she's the one on all fours with a new bald spot ripped out of the back of her head and a penis practially giving her a spinal tap, she's the one calling all the shots. He knows it. He's got an expression on his face like he's being raped as she rams her plump backside into his hips, searching for that extra inch or two (or five) of shaft that he doesn't have to offer.
And then, at our most honest moment, when the eyes of all three of us are tucked safe and sound in the backs of our heads; he's screaming, she's screaming, I'm screaming, and I feel myself evolving into someone just a little less shallow.
I'm halfway through the scene and musing on how impossible it's going to be for me to be sexually fullfilled by anyone, imagined or otherwise. Like disgruntled soldiers questioning the authority of their superiors, my penis refuses to stand at full attention. It's not impotency, I tell myself. I'm much to young for that. It's my standards. No ass is shapely enough. No pussy is clean enough. No face is symetrical enough. My penis, the fine toothed comb weeding out every fantasy that comes before me twenty bucks at a time. It's hopeless.
I'm just about to turn off my VCR and refocus my energy into more important ares of life, when out of nowhere, the chubby girl on my screen starts turning me on something feirce. The black stud behind her is hammering away and she's got her soft naked torsoe just splayed out on the floor, absorbing each of his surges. Then she sits up on her elbows and they look like two dogs, with the growling and everything.
The chubby girl orders him to pull her hair. he does as he's told and her head cocks violently bakcwards like a lever activating her smile. Harder, she says, fuck me harder. She's the type of woman who never had or lost the upper hand. Even though she's the one on all fours with a new bald spot ripped out of the back of her head and a penis practially giving her a spinal tap, she's the one calling all the shots. He knows it. He's got an expression on his face like he's being raped as she rams her plump backside into his hips, searching for that extra inch or two (or five) of shaft that he doesn't have to offer.
And then, at our most honest moment, when the eyes of all three of us are tucked safe and sound in the backs of our heads; he's screaming, she's screaming, I'm screaming, and I feel myself evolving into someone just a little less shallow.