My First Taste of Porn

Tonight I begin my new blog adventure sitting at home alone, dirty thoughts creeping in and out of my mind while I search the wonderful web for naughty porn. I have always loved porn. Ever since I was a teenager and saw my first dirty movie at a girlfriend's house, I've been infatuated with it. No...my girlfriends and I didnt sit in front of a dirty movie in our panties and then have a pillow fight while giggling and rubbing against each other. I'll save that one for cheesy movieland.

My friend had an older brother, maybe three years older than her, and she brought the VHS tape in from her brother's bedroom one night when myself and another friend were over on a Friday night. I suppose there was a little debate about whether we should watch it or not or if we should even flirt with getting caught, but in the end, my friend ended up putting the movie in the VCR in her family's den. I guess we were all caught off guard when she hit play, because instead of sitting through all the opening credits and scene setups, the movie began right where her brother had last watched it...a man giving it to some buxom brunette from behind on the hood of a car in the middle of the day! I remember it vividly. I remember we got quiet for a few moments as we watched and then the silliness of teenage girls kicked in. I cant remember exactly why, probably from embarrassment, but we only watched about five minutes of the movie before we turned it off. If I had known then what I know now about how porn scenes usually end, I would have insisted that we keep watching. I often wish I could go back to that day and be sure my girlfriends and I rewinded the tape and watched it in its entirety!

I remember that after we turned the movie off, there was some talk about how cheesy it looked and how bad the acting was, but it was too late for me...I wanted to see more. No...I didnt go to the bathroom and get myself off. I didnt hump my pillow and pretend it was the starting quarterback of the football team. But I certainly thought about what we had watched all night and many a night in the near future were spent with my hand between my legs, thinking about that scene and putting myself in the movie in the brunette's place. I wanted to see more movies like that.

Now, over 15 years later, I find myself looking at movies showing hung Black studs having their way with pretty young girls...women licking one another like lollipops...an older woman riding a stiff one on a park bench in broad daylight...I find myself wishing I could trade places with the women in the movies, imagining how I would improve on what they're doing or change it, or thinking about who I would like to recreate the scenes with.

It makes me feel incredibly naughty and I love it!