Porno, a memento from sweet adolescence

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My father had hidden it in his wardrobe. I was thirteen and curious, my hands went everywhere. I was probably looking for something but I found this video tape instead. Play. The screen lit up and a group of people sitting in a living room came on. Men and women decently clad. The setting appeared to be taking place in the late 90s. Some kind of a conversation was going on, I later saw they were talking a lady into laying on the ground. Up until now I had no idea what was going on, when a well-built stud with magnificent black mustache began fondling her rose bud I started to get a grasp. To tell you the truth, I thought the lady was too nice for him, she deserved a more romantic partner. I’m now 25 and I don’t like men with exaggerated black mustaches. But I was wrong because the actress started showing signs of enjoyment and appreciation, she even let him take off her pants and returned the favor by fondling his love toy, with her mouth. All the while the group watched and made remarks, but I had to mute the sound so I never got their insights. What happened next was indescribable to my conscious mind. His unconscious friend was having the time of his life.

I wasn’t familiar back then with how porn stars faked moans and groans, she looked in discontent to me, like she didn’t like it and was just doing it for money, something I later became unsure of. She was degraded beyond the horizons I knew of, it became the pleasure I sought in porn.

The next scene opened with two women already naked in a queen-sized bed. I don’t like lesbian porn. It didn’t repulse me nonetheless. I masturbated 16 times that day to straight porn scenes and for the next two days I lay in bed tired as the stud in the first scene after blowing his load on the lady’s cutely trimmed bush. The tape left me with a sense of security, an assurance and a proof that there are great delights in life. I never masturbated to my imagination from then on except when I fantasized to the now milfy Britney Spears. I could only imagine what sex would feel like. Friends use hedonistic, impulsive and fanatic to describe me, and I understand.

Dammit, I almost forgot the moral of the anecdote, don’t masturbate 16 times in a row.

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