Thought30
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- Aug 7, 2019
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I can remember vividly the first time I saw a pornographic film.
I had been looking at magazines for years, but the difference between a static photo and seeing people move and breathe and transition from one position to another...where their eyes went during a scene, hearing the words they couldn't contain as they fucked--it was a sensory overload.
I watched this film with a group of male friends and it wasn't the kind of group you could just openly, or even secretively, jerk off around.
When I went home to bed I woke up no less than 5 times during the night to jack off. The images that were burned in my mind--MOVING images, finally--made me want to cum and cum and cum.
I was in a fever.
This was back in the 80s so the only way you were realistically going to see this stuff was renting a VHS ape.
I had 2 girlfriends I was sexually active with shortly after my first exposure to that pornographic film, and I was the first person to ever show them something like that.
We would put the film on and before long we would be fucking.
Witnessing their arousal being pushed ever higher into a place I had never seen before from them--and from an external source--was intoxicating. I wasn't anything I was doing really, it was what they were seeing and hearing.
It was all I could do to control my orgasm as I watched them get more and more turned on by seeing multiple different men and women (cocks and pussies) engaging so wantonly with each other. Doing things we'd never even talked about let alone tried together. Anal. Facial cumshots. Multiple partners. Analingus. The variety seemed endless and overwhelming.
My wife was the same. She was a fairly inexperienced woman when we met and was totally consumed by porn when we watched it but, funnily enough, didn't seek it out on her own despite the obviously powerful effect it had on her.
Her reaction as time went on, just like mine, mellowed as seeing these type of acts performed virtually in front of you becomes a more mundane experience via sheer repetition.
So this brings me to the downside of living in the modern age.
I think that it would be a very unusual circumstance in the era of the internet, for a person to be able to witness another's first exposure to pornography.
It's simply too easy to seek out on your own in the safety of your own room: no judgement, no expectations.
I feel like though I am grateful for the ease of access to pornography for me, I mourn this singular shared experience for people today.
I had been looking at magazines for years, but the difference between a static photo and seeing people move and breathe and transition from one position to another...where their eyes went during a scene, hearing the words they couldn't contain as they fucked--it was a sensory overload.
I watched this film with a group of male friends and it wasn't the kind of group you could just openly, or even secretively, jerk off around.
When I went home to bed I woke up no less than 5 times during the night to jack off. The images that were burned in my mind--MOVING images, finally--made me want to cum and cum and cum.
I was in a fever.
This was back in the 80s so the only way you were realistically going to see this stuff was renting a VHS ape.
I had 2 girlfriends I was sexually active with shortly after my first exposure to that pornographic film, and I was the first person to ever show them something like that.
We would put the film on and before long we would be fucking.
Witnessing their arousal being pushed ever higher into a place I had never seen before from them--and from an external source--was intoxicating. I wasn't anything I was doing really, it was what they were seeing and hearing.
It was all I could do to control my orgasm as I watched them get more and more turned on by seeing multiple different men and women (cocks and pussies) engaging so wantonly with each other. Doing things we'd never even talked about let alone tried together. Anal. Facial cumshots. Multiple partners. Analingus. The variety seemed endless and overwhelming.
My wife was the same. She was a fairly inexperienced woman when we met and was totally consumed by porn when we watched it but, funnily enough, didn't seek it out on her own despite the obviously powerful effect it had on her.
Her reaction as time went on, just like mine, mellowed as seeing these type of acts performed virtually in front of you becomes a more mundane experience via sheer repetition.
So this brings me to the downside of living in the modern age.
I think that it would be a very unusual circumstance in the era of the internet, for a person to be able to witness another's first exposure to pornography.
It's simply too easy to seek out on your own in the safety of your own room: no judgement, no expectations.
I feel like though I am grateful for the ease of access to pornography for me, I mourn this singular shared experience for people today.