start-up the porn

I am working several days out of my boss' office. She has a fantastic apartment, and an adorable Yorkie dog named Jerry. She was out of the office the past two days getting Jerry a Yorkie sister. So yesterday I worked at her home with her live-in boyfriend who also worked from home. He's a very personable guy and we had a good time hanging out, working our perspective jobs and we watched Inside Edition, or some other crap over our order-in noodle soup that he insisted on paying for. We had a great time, and I like libf a lot.

Today libf was out of the apartment too and I had it all to myself. I went to watch the TV over my lunch. I turned the on button and what should appear but porn. Yep, a summary of Triple X version 8. It was kinda hot. I couldn't figure out how to turn it off, or even get it to play one of the tracts, which was disappointing. I finally decided that it was playing on a DVD in the bedroom and that the living room TV was connected to that DVD.

I miss sex. It's funny how much it turned me on. The thing is (and the reason I've been so un-turned on lately) that real sex and porn are very different. It takes a lot of trust to have someone just fuck you like that. Or for me it takes a lot of trust to be dirty around someone.

And that is my post on porn. I need to stop talking about it, or I'll get drunk and make out with a tool only to realize that their penis is probably not up to my high expectations. Maybe I'll just do that tomorrow instead.