And the answer is no! Doing it tomorrow means that it won't get done!
So here I am.
Topic, topic... ah here's one!
As you have doubtless observed from the last few weeks, I snarf for porn on a regular basis. Generally I come back with between a few and a bunch of yummy finds - I'm like a dragon, man, lying on a hoard of mind control / lesbian / hot nekkid women pictures - but nothing that really flicks its finger between my legs. The sort of thing where I have to exert effort NOT to get off, as compared to working myself up to orgasm.
But then there's the infrequent instance that I bump upon something that just smacks its hand on my buttons, for reasons I mostly understand but still mystify me as to why they have such erotic power over me.
I encountered one of those this week!
It's just four pictures - actually, one picture with minor edits and dialogue changes to make a sequence - but, WHAM.
I understand to a first approximation why I like it:
- Raven. Oh, is she hot to me. That grey skin, that attitude, I just, rrr. Rr.
- Human cow fetishism. If you've read 'Herd Instinct', you know I swing that way. I love big tits (though I love small ones as well) and I love the whole 'domesticated animal' angle.
- Scary intellection reduction. This is where it gets skeevy - and also so, so hot. I can't explain it, rationally it is ridiculous and frightening yet my libido is whistling and stomping its feet and waving its handkerchief.
- Enthusiastic participation. Also intellectually a total baffler - yet one of my most powerful hot buttons. She wants this? WTF? And Oh God Yes.
This is probably part of the reason I keep my mind control fantasies firmly behind the computer screen, where I can enjoy them without having to worry about how they get along with anything in real life. When folks ask me if I've tried hypnotism or do any sexy role-playing, the answer is "absolutely not" - because the kind of stuff I like just doesn't translate well to real people. And I don't want it to.
Luckily, I also don't need it to. When it comes time for morally questionable fetish smut, Raven is there for me, letting my imagination dance hand in hand with my libido down the slippery road to orgasm-town, with no requirement whatsoever that I take into consideration anything that might muddy up the picture.