This isn't meant as an attack on pornography, but I have learned a valuable lesson in the last two days.
Reality is far...FAR more potent than pornography.
I was on the phone with my fiance this past Friday when she happened to mention, just in passing, that she'd had a little mishap happen to her on her morning run. Seems she'd been jogging in the woods, thought she had to pass a little gas, and instead peed a bit in her pants. Then on the way home, it happened again when she was trying to tie her shoes...just a couple of small leaks that didn't leave a terribly visible spot (I asked - she said there was a wet spot the size of a silver dollar between her legs, largely out of view while she was walking/running). This story caused me to feel light-headed! All the blood was in one place, and it wasn't my brain. The erotic power of this entirely authentic little "oops" moment from someone I cared about and who I knew was fully aware that telling me this story would excite me far and away dwarfed any buzz I've ever gotten looking at web content.
Just a bit ago, I posted that I'd become utterly bored by web-based porno...it still got me aroused enough for some quick gratification, but hardly had a lasting pull on me. But this tame little story from the soon-to-be-missus caused me to be so erotically charged that I needed release three times in 12 hours. Only reason it wasn't more was that my poor member got a little raw! Yeah...I'll take reality over porn any day of the week.
Just ask yourselves this question: if you saw a web video of a girl having a teeny little accident like described above, would you be excited enough to masturbate three times in 12 hours over it? Or would you be complaining that this girl obviously didn't really have to go, didn't pee enough, wasn't enthused about it, etc?
A friendly reminder - strive for what's real and what relates to true trust and intimacy - not for fleeting, giddy little thrills.
Reality is far...FAR more potent than pornography.
I was on the phone with my fiance this past Friday when she happened to mention, just in passing, that she'd had a little mishap happen to her on her morning run. Seems she'd been jogging in the woods, thought she had to pass a little gas, and instead peed a bit in her pants. Then on the way home, it happened again when she was trying to tie her shoes...just a couple of small leaks that didn't leave a terribly visible spot (I asked - she said there was a wet spot the size of a silver dollar between her legs, largely out of view while she was walking/running). This story caused me to feel light-headed! All the blood was in one place, and it wasn't my brain. The erotic power of this entirely authentic little "oops" moment from someone I cared about and who I knew was fully aware that telling me this story would excite me far and away dwarfed any buzz I've ever gotten looking at web content.
Just a bit ago, I posted that I'd become utterly bored by web-based porno...it still got me aroused enough for some quick gratification, but hardly had a lasting pull on me. But this tame little story from the soon-to-be-missus caused me to be so erotically charged that I needed release three times in 12 hours. Only reason it wasn't more was that my poor member got a little raw! Yeah...I'll take reality over porn any day of the week.
Just ask yourselves this question: if you saw a web video of a girl having a teeny little accident like described above, would you be excited enough to masturbate three times in 12 hours over it? Or would you be complaining that this girl obviously didn't really have to go, didn't pee enough, wasn't enthused about it, etc?
A friendly reminder - strive for what's real and what relates to true trust and intimacy - not for fleeting, giddy little thrills.
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