Sometimes I wish I could come like the women in the porn videos. Glacial, porcelain dolls with flawless skin and perfectly made-up faces.
You don’t see their bodies going blotchily red and hear them howling like a banshee. There is no sloppy wet patch where their mouths have dribbled on the pillow or a puddle of gunk where the mixture of semen and orgasm has leaked convulsively from between their legs.
Their faces remain uniformly the colour the make-up artist applied earlier, not red-cheeked and white-eyed, frantically blinking. They might screw up their eyes, wrinkle their noses and mouth breathily ‘Oh, oh, baby that feels so good’. Their visage is not drawn up in some kind of snarling open-mouthed rictus, unable to formulate a coherent sentence as they shriek for God or Jesus or the Ruffian’s real name one after another.
No involuntary spasms or abandonment of any semblance of control for them. Whereas I… I…
Well, I just wish I could keep it all neat and pretty. And with my anal obsessive compulsive personality, you’ll all know how hard I have tried. But it is not to be.
To come is to let go.
To release the demons that possess me and let them have their way unrestrained, unfettered and so, so free.
And Ruf says he thinks it’s beautiful.
I completely 100% agree with Ruf. When I watch porn, I really hate watching the overly made up women whose bodies are sculpted by knife so they can have that just right appearance. Everything about it so fake and cannot in any way compare to the beauty of a real woman.
When I am with a woman, I say let that demon loose, and I’ll let my own orgasm demon loose with her.
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