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In the last few years, every day, literally every day, on various websites and magazines, you will find a title with a imbecil intimate statement from a „celebrity“.

I dream about doing it 7 times a day“ or „I did it in all the states“ or „I just loooove to take it behind!“…… And? Who cares?!?

Like that, it can also stand: „I`m incredible dumb, my IQ is around 25, I can`t act, I sing like a one year old donkey, I dance like a Baboon, so that`s why I wil show you my tits!  And I will be super!!!“ Right. But of course.

Sex sales.

Till when?

We are so bombed with other`s sexual preferences and their desire for any kind of attention, that the whole thing is so worthless that it have become dull. Absolutely boring.

Nothing can shock us anymore. We don`t have erotic any more, we don`t even have that fine line which separates teasing of immagination, which arouses and stimulate to action, from today`s serving of sexual package from the microwave. There is no effort, no value, no interest. Only cheapness. Which doesn`t lasts. And causes only dullness and lazyness.

What I`m trying to say is that with this they are making us stupid. And insensitive.Very much. And paradoxically, from all that pushing of sex towards us, we are loosing our interest to it.

Sex is in the head. A sexual fantasy is a impulse to action. But if we get it all ready, cooked and baked, right to the table, and already consumed – we lose are interest for it after few minutes. And we move on. To something more interesting.

The church is really not my game but I must admit that in the past the church have done more for that kind of pleasure from all the provocative liberal media. Because, back then, the sex was half-hidden, cloacked, not so…touchable, and with that more interesting and important. For the same reason, it gave more thrill during the salacious actions.

Did you know that in the last few years, in the domain of porn industry, the most wanted term is amateur sex?  Because of all that offering we are actually witnessing the overload of perfect fucking with perfect people. Because it have become boring.

Because it is fake.

So does the shaking of tits, buts and vaginas of various wannabbies. It have become stupid, boring and non-interesting. No fantasy, no hunting, no longing. It`s a simple equation.

Everything is here, in front of us, so what`s the point?

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There is a guy. A nice almost perfect male individual.

I mean, we all have few faults, and how we have established before, perfection is boring.

Well the almost-perfect-guy was involved with another nice female individual.

For him, she was almost perfect: she took care of him like he was the last man on Earth, she paid attention on his sick mother, she was cleaning for him, washing, cooking like a proper chef at the French restaurant…And sex…Oh sex was incredible! She loved the same things and ways like he did. Lots of toys, wild sex on different places and times, playing roles with various costumes….

He is a proper-damn-I-look-good-slicker while she was somehow…let`s use the phrase uncomely: short, fat, with completly ordinary condone face.

The thing lasted a year, more or less.

Until he met the peacock.

She was gorgeous. I mean, the one that you just have to stare. But… She was a bit shallow. Her only reading material were advices from Cosmo, she was eating only creckers and yoghurt for days always scared that she may possibly get few grammes, pretty social (if you what I mean), spending on close much more than she was making. You know the type. But…she was hot. Damn it, she really was!

So he have completly lost it, left the Goodie but not-so-attractive from the start and went riding to the golden sunset with the Peacock under his hand. Oh he was in love! Like a little kid. Completly drunk from love.

Some 5 months after the Peacock unveiled that she was pregnant. Oh the joy! They got a perfect blond little boy, an angel really. And then….

WAKE UP CALL!!!! Helloooooooooo and smell the coffee!

She is always cranky, always on a diet, very grub and she is a lousy cook. And…he is not her type. He doesn`t earns enough, not for her needs, he`s not macho enough, and he shouldn`t expect that she will fall in live with him. Hm… well. He will still try, he said.

And sex? Cata-fuckin-strophic!

There is no sex. And if it`s there, it is terrible:

– she wants to do it only in the dark

– it must be very slow and very gentle

– it can happen only in the bed

– he has to announce it at least few days before

– before every time they have to shower and chew few mints

– he must never ever use the dirty words and he must reffer to her precious organ with the word „muffin“

…which we all found very funny. Knowing him and his affinities. Can you bealive it, The muffin?!?!?

….So we have suggested a compromise, told him to try to use the following phrases: Let daddy fill s muffin with his juicy vanilla cream,  honey open the evan and take my croissant… Yap, we had few laughs!

He didn`t. But he is beating the monkey every time he can, on all porns he can get. Alone. Because she thinks is disgusting. Rocco Siffredi is his best pal now.

And he whines for the ex Goodie. I bealive that we heard about 3000 times the story of how she dressed once as a nurse and he have nailed her right on the door. With a sad sigh in the end. And how she was wet every time when he touched her. And they would do it right there, not wasting any time. Without the foreplay. Hard.

Ah…

The only thing that is right now is good old Barbra with „Meeeeeeeeeeemoriiiiies……..“;-)