Like a porn star

A friend of mine recently read the Jenna Jameson memoir.  She liked it.  Nay, she LOVED it.  As with most novels, some parts were easier reads than others.  And she called it a true learning experience.

This friend, I admire greatly.  She was a bit of a late bloomer, more of a student of sex than a true participant.  She was well-read and eager to practice.  That's where college came in.  And I was thrilled for her.  It worked out rather well for me, too.

After all, she taught me all her secrets of giving good head.  She taught me the technique of the endless blow job.  She is one of the reasons that my man ADORES me today.  Yes, I owe this friend A LOT.

Well, when she told me about the novel, I was tempted to pick it up.  I still may.  It's simply that a few thoughts have occurred to me, recently, as we work through this new sexual awakening we are experiencing.  We have been watching quite a bit of porn.

And though I have been a late bloomer in that department.  I have now experienced lots of DVDs and lots of online porn.  I feel that gives me adequate experience to say that I don't want to fuck like a porn star.  I really don't.  My sex with my man is soooo much better than these movies.

Why, just last night, we watched a movie where the chick was deep throating and looked and sounded like she was choking.  While her face wore a fake smile, her eyes bespoke her true feelings.  She was not enjoying her work at the moment.

In fact, the more I study, the more convinced I am that most of the chicks in these porns are not truly enjoying their work.  They seem to be faking it.  They are plenty vocal, but I'm not convinced.  And I love the sex I'm having.

We are mostly spontaneous.  We go at it with pure abandon.  We are passionate.  We are playful.  We know all of each other's special spots, favorite things.  Oh, but we keep finding new joys, new likes.

Why just last night, he discovered why women love vibrators.  We planned our next purchase.  There is a vibrating cock ring in our future.  And we can't wait.

The genie is out!

Yes, once we decided to pursue this strange new lifestyle, our life improved in every way.  It was little things at first, like phone calls during the day and text messages.  It was us, coming together, sharing a secret.  Ah, the ties that bind.

There were other changes.  I would get home and he'd suddenly take an interest in what I was working on with the laptop on the couch.  He would snuggle in next to me and watch me work.  He would interact and comment. 

We spent some of that time looking at Craigslist ads.  We hadn't settled anything with our potential third, yet.  And so we continued to look.  We discussed what we liked, what I could handle, how he imagined things being during the experience. 

Inevitably, we would end up heading off to the bedroom to have passionate sex before dinner.  And we'd look at more ads, discover more web pages that would help us find willing women.  Next thing you know, we'd be going at it again before bed.

Oh, and once we made it to bed, often with the laptop, we were having more sex.  We would turn on a porn.  I would select one for its educational properties.  What did I know about being with a woman?  My experiences were limited to some fondling I had done with my best friend at a sleepover when we were twelve.  Yes, she was my first orgasm with someone.  I was twelve!

So, we'd watch porn and we'd have some sexy pillow talk and we'd have lots and lots and lots of sex.  It has been amazing.  Do I wonder how long we can maintain this?  Of course.  Do I worry how much more I'll have to up the ante to keep him happy?  Sometimes.  Do I worry that he'll break my trust and cheat?  Never.  Do I worry that he'll go against our rules in the threesome?  Not even a little.

He's happier than ever.

Know what he said just the other day?

man: I'm realizing that you are the woman of my dreams more and more.

I always knew I was.  I knew that no one else could make him happy in the long run, but it's nice that he finally sees it, too.  It's especially nice that we have so much to look forward to.  We've been ironing out the details of the threesome.  It's supposed to happen over the weekend.