Porn To Be Wild

Trying to prise apart the rain soaked and bloated pages of a discarded copy of Playboy was my first real challenge with porn.  There was always a copy of some magazine or other found in the large overgrown field at the rear of my childhood house.  In addition to the traditional men’s magazine of Playboy, there was always cast aside stolen copies of Mayfair, Razzle, Penthouse and new girl on the block around that year, Reader’s Wives.  I know some of the material came from hidden collections belonging to Dads and older brothers, however, our communal supply came from the local newsagent. Paperboys with sticky fingers (double meaning I suppose) would snaffle a copy whilst stuffing their bags with morning deliveries. When the round was delivered it was off to the field for a quick look and whatever time allowed.  Now this modus operandi was great in summer when the rain held off, however, winter was the destroyer of porn!

Being an innocent heterosexual kid, I had a common obsession with female nudity. I of course had no idea what I would do with it should it ever appear before me in raw form. I could, however, dream what I thought it might be like, and being young brings with it a great imagination.  And so porn and I started a relationship that would get me through the lonely nights of a desperate teenager, and into the realms of a broken first marriage when a wank at 3am was your only escape. Then came the internet!  Gone were the magazines and the very questionable video cassettes with 1970’s funk as a sound tracks, and in were the accessible moving images of porn instantly beamed to your home. Tissues near the PC became a common sight in a lot of homes…

I suppose now, many years later, porn does not offer of the chance of adventure as it once did.  It is pretty much old hat and gives no real surprises.  I have watched all manner of genres that a search engine will legally give you, and yet none of it inspires me to try anything in my own sex life.  I do not need porn to give me ideas for BDSM play as my imagination is fuelled by discussions with missy and other people I interact with.  Porn does not offer a Q&A on what is going on, or a how-to guide; I accept that the likes of Kink University offer some great tuition videos and could be classed as porn, although I sit that material in a different class and not the mainstream ‘oh yea baby give to me’ type production.

Porn does not feature in our D/s relationship. It is not something that turns missy on as visual acts of sex do nothing for her. She has tried watching various scenes, but the whole idea of porn is that it is visual! Because she is my sub, and we support one another, missy has watched porn with me, masturbated me, sucked me and fucked me when I have watched it. Yet despite all these acts of submission, it’s not really our thing.  Porn becomes insignificant when I have my sub sitting astride me with her boobs bouncing up and down! I would say the two are mutually exclusive, well for me anyway.

I am not going to argue the moral view of porn. The night is full of dark and terrors, as George RR Martin once wrote, and if I stopped to consider the lives of those involved in everything to do with the sex industry I may as well beat myself up over the clothes I wear and their manufacture.  There is healthy porn and unhealthy porn. I like to consider that the material I watch is not done under duress, and in fact my chosen genre is ‘homemade’ from other people. I have videoed missy and I playing and it resembles a white rhino mauling and an attractive tourist; let me tell you, watching other people having sex is better on the eye, which I suppose is where I started this post, in a field, with a soaked copy of Playboy!

 

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5 Comments

  1. Interesting read HL, PS always talks about how as a teenager he used to find porn in bushes etc, so that’s a thing? Teenage me really wishes she had gone foraging a bit more. Can’t wait for the chat tomorrow, it’s going to be an interesting one.

  2. Simply Loveleh post HL.

    In some ways I miss the ‘organic’ porn, the thrill of finding hidden treasure. Online does make it a lot easier though.

  3. I have such a good relationship with porn. Found my brothers “dirty mag” when i was 14 and set about educating my self as to what it all meant. Then my first boyfriend worked with “men” – they gave him some old “70” movies and a whole gang of us would sit round watching them, laughing and discussing it all. How lucky was I? I soon realised that in the wide world porn was treated as something you hid away – but I made sure I always watched it with my partners. I don’t watch it too often now – I live in a world of porn every day – kinda – reading and writing smut so watching it is a bit of an overload for me. I am sorry to have missed your forum on porn – work – maybe u will have another in the future. It is a topic that is on my list to write about too 😉

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