Don’t mind me, ladies! Just go on! I’m Mason Squelch, and my assistants stay with me. They’re data clean. Data clean – data pure, y’know. (Greetings to House Of Lies.)
-and let me see what you have to offer!
Jaime Hammer: I love your 80s look!
The film industry knows its rating, ranging from “G” to “NC-17”, but how are things continuing in the hidden adults-only area? If we are following the arc of suspense in a common porn movie, starting with harmless introductory scenes and resulting with cum-covered and exhausted actresses (I’m restricting myself to heterosexual vanilla porn movies), we might postulate following hierarchy of sleaziness:
- passionate kissing
- revealing nudity
- touching genitalia
- inserting toys
- oral intercourse
- vaginal intercourse
- anal intercourse
- double penetration
- double vaginal / anal (two cocks in the same hole)
(The last two items are probably not so vanilla, but can sometimes be seen in major productions.) The question where to put minor phenomena like ‘ass to mouth’ would need further discussion: after all it’s a combination of blowjob and anal intercourse. Afterplay with semen and the many variations are a whole sub-genre which should also be observed separately. This wide variety of techniques, levels of prurience, and expressions of sexual desire reflected in porn deserves scientific analysis.
Bree Olson, relaxing the somewhat chastened meeting atmosphere.
Complete loss of the whole porn collection. This happened to me twice: first time it was against my will, second time I did it to be on the safe side. It’s quite long ago, it was both times a collection of printed magazines, and both times it was like a book burning. Fortunately these Black Fridays of my sexual development are long over, but I still miss these glossy magazines with their gorgeous women who accompanied me through my storm and stress years.
After testing the new intern Alektra was still indecisive. This guy would need another test.
While my real life friends turn out to be incapable of communication (except using their cellphones) and unable to move their ass for stopping by at my home (many of them are unwilling to leave their city, or even their district), I’m glad that I take pleasure in many Internet acquaintances. Maybe “incapability of communication” is a definition too narrow: playing the agony aunt for my friends is a common practice (without them allowing me to share their joys (if there are some), of course). Though I dislike the imagination of an autistic generation (I’ve observed this behaviour only with people of my age), I don’t think that I’m the only one who obeserved this kind of behaviour with people he knows for ages. Seems others got just more used to it.
Oh Silvia, there will be nobody like you. But the sexiest part of you is your intellect which shines through when you’re quoting Kundera in your interviews.
A Sandee Westgate pictorial from 2006. How time passes!