Blowjobs and Romance in Porn


The job is what you do to earn a living. Some hate their jobs because they don’t like any aspect of them, besides the moment of payment, or maybe not even that part… Some love their jobs because they like what they do, they’re involved and passionate about the team work, the projects, developments, perspectives, you name it. Still, regardless how much you may love your job, that will never come on par with romancing and dreaming and doing whatever you like whenever you want.

The job limits your freedoms in a more or less positive manner. It makes you perform and conform to a list of requirements, whether you like it 100% or 50%. The contract is that you get paid in exchange for your performance. And a good job will pay you regularly, which implies that you’ll have to perform on a regular basis. In other words, if you wish for a dream job, then prepare yourself to dream on a regular basis on specific patterns, subjects, lines, topics, that are more or less imposed on you. And even if you’ll enjoy the generous freedom to pick up your topics, there’s the regular revenue forcing you to deliver willy-nilly. Otherwise said: pressing you! That’s scheduled “dreaming” and this makes it less of a romance.

You may imagine that our marriage was ALL ROMANCE before our first child (and this is true!). Then, it gradually turned into an ALL CRECHE AND KINDERGARTEN AND SCHOOL after the fourth arrived (true again). Mothering is more like a day-and-night job than a romantic dream. We made efforts to keep our romance tonus up. And the most successful effort proved to be our naughty erotic endeavours with Don’s amateur camera. That’s our free time, our pastime, our li’l hobby for us alone. The exclusive! Why turn it into a job?; with customer demands, submission schedules and all that school-like stuff that’s anyway stressing us quite some.

Case in point: yesterday we had yet another photo shooting. The first after the one we took in early January, more than two months ago. Now, had we invested in some sort of job posting nudes or engaging in some cam-girl porn for money, then we’d be in real trouble. Because of the darn schedule, the number of photos to be delivered by a given deadline and not least the quality inspiration invested in providing pleasant images, to meet the desires of some niche public, to conform and to deliver. In two words, all that would mean for us: ROMANCE KAPUTT!

Even if you are thrilled enjoying such a job, after a while this will wear your soul out by simple routine. Romance is not routine, it’s a subtle surprise, it’s the best way to enjoy disconnecting from the world.

Another case in point: since he twisted his leg, during the couple weeks he was immobilized in bed, we gave our kid a bell radio button so — when he needs something — he may press the button and mommy will rush upstairs to see what’s up. The bell ring in the kitchen downstairs has multiple sound settings, and we allowed his sisters to setup one at their ease. They left it on The Blue Danube, by Johann Strauss. Every time when the little one calls me, if hubby happens to be around, he grabs my waist and waltzes me a few rounds until the synthetic imitation in the cheap bell stops singing.

Normally, as a mother, my instinct calls me upstairs, urgently! But hubby knows better: the thirty seconds delay isn’t the end of the world. Mostly when I find out that the little one called me to share a joke he saw on TV or just to inform me that he discovered Feudalism while playing Civilization…

This is what I call romance, the waltzing I mean, not virtual Feudalism…

The desire, and the ability, to disconnect from ANY chore, for a minute, or less, and dive into your loved one. He is my husband, the father of my children, the provider, my personal driver, but also my lover and crazy inciter. I would never pose nude if not for him. And I would never talk about the celestial resonant orgasms he just gave me an hour ago. Actually, he’s the cause of all my orgasms in the first place!

Now back to the job again… Out of the selected porn he shows me, I think that only this gal, Camille Crimson, and possibly some of her close friends, enjoys her blowjob site “job” to such an extent that she can romance about it (which she undoubtedly does). First because she’s always with her long time lover. Second because they both are gifted  and sensible artistic spirits.

Go figure, busy mothers have no inclination for staring at blowjob videos. But when Don first showed me one with Camille, that was different, sensual, genuine and ingenious at the same time. That video caught me and — after sleeping on it — the next morning I demanded Don to film me while giving him a blowjob.

If you’re getting close to your desperate limits as a mother and wife, if you pray for a break (other than sugary bonbons and chocolate ice-cream that will ruin your self-esteem) then be brave and dare give your man a blowjob! Believe me or not, this is the right recipe for awakening the LOST ROMANCE in his mind.

cougarbunny-glasses

Yes, this winter I made Don buy me a first ever pair of styled spectacles — he asked to participate in the choice of the design, mind you. The doc told me to wear them only when reading or else I’ll get headaches. Closeup glasses — still I don’t need them at the computer. He even surprised me with a pair of bunny ears for the yesterday photo shooting. More about this next time.

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