On the Record as an Unquenchable Perv

If she let me, I would rub my erection all over this young woman. Yes. I would gush thick splooge, here, there, everywhere. She even has a gaping wide anus, which begs for attention. How else is a heterosexual man, supposed to respond to young, wholesome, friendly naked beauty? Are we supposed to ignore our aching erections, and pretend we don't really want to do what we really, really want to do?

Are we supposed to act detached and sophisticated, chatting her up about things unrelated to her anus, to ignore her delicious puffy nipples, and discuss topics unrelated to sexual positions of any kind? To discuss in calm tones, her views on immigration, global warming, and the price of beans in Kathmandu, when all we really want to do is have our cock full in her lovely mouth? Spurting several loads of cream into her mouth?

Common courtesy and common sense tell us to restrain our innate desires. To put a lid on it. To say such words, to think such thoughts out loud, is to risk causing irreparable damage to any hope of future contact and future conversations. She is here as a model, to create fantasies, to lay on my floor under bright lights, to be photographed, video-ed and paid. To be paid and to go home without any of my innocent, spontaneous perv ideas entering the room. The room is to remain immaculate, pure and chaste, like an old nun's panties.

Perhaps she has unquenchable lusts of her own? Those lusts she shares in words and actions with other men, or other women in other places. We must not pry. We must not be nosey, wanting to know what is truly none of our business. If it was our business, she would say so. She would say, “Roscoe, drop those jeans and let me suck your friendly little cock.” She would hold my head in both her hands, guiding my face, my lips into her wet vaginal folds. She would say, “There now, sweetie. Lick me for as long as you wish to. I want to come on your beautiful face.”

Truthfully, no girl has ever said she wanted to come on my beautiful face. Mostly because my face is not that beautiful. Girls do come with my tongue in their pussies, but they don't talk about it, and don't say encouraging words, like: “Oh, Roscoe, oh honey, I need to see you jack-off while you are eating me! I want to watch you come! Come with me! Come with me, right now!” Such words we hear in porn films, but usually the words are fiction, some writer's best fantasy, completely made-up and fake. Just once, I would like a beautiful young woman to say those words, as she is starting to orgasm, and really mean what she is saying.

My erection also aches for tenderness. Cheerful, friendly, sexual sharing, as lovers do in real life, having nothing to do with the fantasies we film or talk about or write about. Having joy, shared joy between grown-ups who honestly like each other, grown-ups who get along most of the time. We rarely see that in porn, or even in sexy romance movies. The problem with most movies is: they are pretend. They rarely show the way normal people actual respond to each other in normal situations. Everything is scripted, exaggerated for dramatic effect. As if we were intending to script and exaggerate our own lives for dramatic effect.

So there you have some of my own best fantasies. Fantasies which harm no one at all. The video studio remains immaculate, pure and chaste, like an old nun's panties. The beautiful woman goes home to her life, entirely separate from my life, never knowing my honest, joyful lust for her. A lust which might almost be called love. Because it is about beauty, tenderness and joy, not just about gushing my splooge.