My True Sex Business.2: Romantic is the Porn


(Part II)

Romantic porno, eh?! How’s that working for a mother of four? Married, with obligations, responsibilities, a household and so on and so forth. Isn’t porn for hookers and actresses with low self esteem and poor morals? Maybe it is, but I’m talking here not about porn per se, but about a very special porn: the romantic one.

Men enjoy porn, most of them would dare say they love it. Studies pursued to find out how low the percents are of men that never ever consumed porn. Turned out that zero men haven’t watched porn at all. Every man is a porn consumer. Actually, you don’t need a study or a degree to figure that out.

But I’m a woman and I don’t watch porn unless my man has me to. Did I mentioned I played in porns? Yes, when he switched his camera from still photos to movie mode and jumped on me to finish the photo shooting turn ons.

It’s debasing for a lady to blog like this, to allow such an invasion of her intimacy. Probably I shouldn’t call myself a “lady.” However, I still do. In Rome, there were ladies too. “Domina” is the Latin term for Lady. Morals and religious prejudices then were a bit different than today. Ladies were about as smart or dumb, faithful or depraved, loving or hating, as today.

You’ve been given a life as a lady. What’s your goal in this life?
Mine is to follow happiness, to enjoy the hour while contemplating at the infinite above me. I want to fly but before that I gotta live. So what’s in it for me?

1. Learning like mad to make a career. Been there, done that.

2. Marrying the man I love. Have children with him. Still there, done that.

3. Keeping my man, the father of my children, EXCLUSIVELY for me!

Now here comes the hard part. Should I inhibit his manhood by screaming at him, trying to manipulate him, throwing misery his way? Is all that stuff gonna make me happier? Giving misery out will return misery your way. But spreading a good warm and loving atmosphere around the house will charm your man enough to turn his hunting nose where you go. Oh yes, while reading my draft, he told me to stress the word “spreading.” Sure… See how men are, like dogs. Throw them a bone, or a ball, frisbee, whatever, and they’ll run for it, half tongue hanging out, before wagging it back to you. In position. What’s the best frisbee known to my hubby then:

1. Sex. All he can get from me. Then watching some natural nudes on the web to relax.

2. More sex. If there would be an afternoon with no cooking, no house cleaning, no homeworks, then this afternoon will get filled with more sex because, ya know, mornings are short.

3. Even more sex. He had me pose nude, then shot porns (romantic porns, that’s my contribution), then write blogs about sex.

Am I happy? Think so. As a woman, I often stop and wonder about happiness. What if this, what if that. What makes me happy. Well, peace of mind, no chores for no one, sitting and resting and being served… By whom? By some servants? Some strangers for sure. Humm, that’s not gonna make me happier than when hubby serves me. Because, believe it or not, he always brings the frisbee back to me. Oh yes, I forgot to tell: there’s the sex frisbee just mentioned above. But I have few more frisbees, like the car frisbee (he’s my personal driver), the shopping frisbee (he’s always pushing the caddy behind me), the mom frisbee (go get this to mom, bring mom to me, drive her back home, etc.), the card frisbee (he’s earning the money and puts them on my card.)

As you can see, marriage is the best sex business. All you have to do is plan well your long term strategies, err… frisbees, and SPREAD.

La Bottine

La Bottine

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