Basement of my Cluttered Mind

And so he laid down on top of her.
The soft cushions pushed up on her, opening her.
He didn't hesitate.
She didn't hestate.

He wanted it.
She wanted it.

She wanted it now.
Harder.
Harder.
Stop.
Slow.
Build up.
Harder.
Harder.

End.

After all my fantasies, I'm still sitting in front of my laptop.
I'm still trying to finish the tamer projects I work on.

Next up: 3 Cocks, 3 Badasses, No Mercy.

What next?

I can always work with someone else material.
Free porn, free titles, free subtitles, free food.

Set for life?

After awhile, sex loses its meaning.

You no longer get aroused by watching a hot brunette get fucked so hard she's half moaning, half screaming.

I no longer have a type. Any type I did have was washed away by the pools of semen I left the guys on the set to clean up.

Free porn, free titles, free subtitles, free show.

Next up: Fox with Sox, All the things you can do.

I wish I could just have sex.

Now nothing's exciting.

Oh, she's naked and on my bed.

I should probably be aroused, since it's now my turn to fuck a girl.

Not really.

I consider myself a porn star, though no one would think so.

I can control my orgasms, I'm comfortable around other naked guys, I've seen enough naked people to last a life time, and I have a deep moan/painful groan.

How do I know that?

I practice when I'm alone.

Next up, Big Snakes on a Plane.

So where do I go from here?
Do I continue with this lifestyle?
Do I go on to something else?

I don't care either way as long as my girlfriend isn't my left and right.