8/22/10

Mr. Average

      You’d never believe how easy it is to get started. It’s one of the top grossing industries in the world. Millions of videos sold. Thousands of websites logged onto every minute. Hundreds of magazines published. It’s available everywhere. Everyone is getting into the act. The reason is simple. We’re all voyeurs.
      We want to watch. We need to look. We all have our own sick, twisted pleasures and preferences. That’s why pornography is king in the digital world. And business is for the king is beyond good.
Sex sells!
Tits sell!
Asses sell!
Pussies sell!
Cocks sell!
Fucking sells!
Blow jobs sell!
Anal sells!
Lesbians sell!
Gay men sell!
Fisting sells!
Beastiality sells!
Golden showers sell!
Dildos sell!
Blow up dolls sell!
Orgies sell!
Sperm sells!
Squirting sells!
Prostitution sells!
Web cams sell!
      Flesh sells. Period.
The cycle continues on and on and on.
No one’s claiming you’re into all of those kinky, sexual deviances. Or any of the ones not mentioned. Damn sure a few tickle your fancy.
We all have our own pleasures, remember. Secret fantasies dance around your head. Once regular sex becomes boring you move on up to the next level. When the role playing and slight physical aggression gets dull you graduate to the next level. After the Beniot beads, cock rings, and nipple clamps become passé you step up to the next level.
Most individuals keep these acts buried deep inside them where no one can find out. The unmentionable is often best left behind closed doors. You don’t need co-workers to find out about the S&M and bondage. You don’t care for family members to hear about an orgy at a swinger’s party or the partner swapping. You don’t want friends to suspect you’re homo because you jerked off while thinking about the buff, naked guy standing in the gym locker room shower. And you damn sure never intend for anyone to find out you went to Southeast Asia to fuck a twelve year old girl. How could you show your face in public again? Not with these dirty secrets out in the open.
At some point during your lifetime, you will be photographed or video taped in the nude and be online for the world to see. It’s just a theory. If you don’t put the pictures online yourself, then another person can always make the decision for you.
It may have been the week you spent drunk at Mardi Gras exposing breasts for beads. It may have been the Spring Break wet T-shirt contest where you got caught up in the moment, ripped off all your clothes, and bent over for the entire world to see your waxed vagina. It may have been the day you decided to whip you cock out at the girl living across the street for no reason. She snapped a picture on her camera phone. Soon after every telephone pole in the neighborhood posted the penis picture with the word “perv” printed at the top. It may be a former lover deciding the sex tape made one night needs to be seen by the world. Famous last words, “This is only for us to enjoy”.
You had better burn the flash card and smash the mini DV tape and delete all the files while there’s still time. We are in the information age. You’re precious and private genitals are a mere scan and upload away from millions to view.
We are all voyeurs at heart, remember. We want to see the goods. Remember to close your curtains because someone is watching.
The cycle continues on and on and on.


The availability of the porn on the internet, combined with all of the online dating gave me an idea. Dating services are all over the cyberspace world. A few are legit. People use them as like a screening service to weed out what they consider undesirables.  Sites claim to find the fabled “true love”.
Rule number one about these services: everyone lies. Rule number two: refer back to the first rule. The picture on the profile is five years old and doesn’t reflect the hard living your physical features have endured. Obese people don’t say they weigh three hundred but rather they’re curvy or possess a few extra pounds. The five children at home is a fact which failed to get mentioned. Working it out with your spouse is not the same as being separated.
An individual can sift through the lies and use these sites to prey on the weak. A person can abuse the naive in search of true love and happiness.
There are specific websites set up so people can find others wanting sex. No strings attached fucking; the basic essence of every person’s desire. That’s when my light bulb burned brightly. Use the fuck site hookups to make amateur porn videos. Then start a website and sell the sexcapades. Make some real cash. Escorts used the sites to be discreet. My idea wasn’t much different.
This action was completely against my nature. If you’ve ever noticed the shy guy in the corner surveying the scene, well probably not, but that guy is me. If you’ve happened to run into the quiet guy who nods his head, smiles, and answers in monosyllabic sentences…me again.
Nothing is special about me. My dick wasn’t as big as horse, like the majority male porn performers. My body wasn’t chiseled in granite. I wasn’t overly attractive. My wife called me Mr. Average. She always meant it in a playful way.
Now she was gone. I justified the decision by telling myself to move on. Time may heal all wounds, but time also creates new ones. The need to raise some extra capital was the official objective, not love.  I had love once and it almost destroyed me. Twenty-nine and working for someone else grew tiresome. Hell, really I just became sick of working in general. The scam developed into the one shot in my attempt to be lazy for life.
The direct approach became my method of choice. So I paid the monthly membership fee to one of those previous mention adult sex finder sites. I put a picture up containing personal stats and wrote the ad clearly explaining my intentions.

WANTED!
WOMEN IN THE IMMEDIATE AREA TO MAKE ADULT FILMS.
CONTACT ME AT SERIOUS SKIN PRODUCTIONS FOR FULL DETAILS.

Serious Skin Productions was the name of the company I formed. I had an accountant friend from college help out with the paperwork and the little details to make the company legit. Then I maxed out credit cards by purchasing a good digital cameras and a computer with editing software and lighting. In amateur porn, great lighting is a must. I was a one man production crew. It cost me a few thousands to put my plan into action, but as the saying goes…you must spend money to make money.
I also did some research on what it would take to run a website of this magnetude. With a newly purchased server added to the expense, I was ready.
After a week, I checked my personal ad. My expectations were low. I mean who would actually want to take part in this ludicrous idea.
Over thirty messages awaited; all of them wanting to find out more about the sex film in question. Unfortunately most was from other states or simply too far away. Still I had a few interested in the area, which is more than I thought would answer. I replied to all that I considered fuckable. Call me shallow but I'm not going to my dick into someone I find disgusting, especially on video. I thanked the ladies deemed unsuitable and told them someday Serious Skin may be in touch with them. I replied with a similar message to those too far away to do anything. You can never have too many sources on file. I gave all the interested the rundown of my plan.
One man and a camera…me. You come to the location. Sign a release form. Bring an updated STD and blood test. An agreed upon payment based on the acts you are willing to perform. You are free to back out at anytime. Call only if sincerely interested or if you have questions.
Some responded back wanting to know more details, some just wanted to talk to get to know me better, some wondered if this was a legit operation. One lady wanted to do it immediately. I told her to come over on Sunday night. Time to get the dream put in motion. Finally my college education would be put to proper use.

I’m sure the last part sounds a little strange. What does a Bachelor’s degree have to do with pornography? I earned a Bachelor’s Degree in TV & Video Production from (FILL IN THE BLANK) University, one of the top schools in the US for this field of study. However, unless you move to Los Angeles or New York City the film industry is hard to get into. I should say even harder to break into. It doesn’t mean shit to any studio executive how good the script is unless it makes through the chain of command. Most studios won’t even take a script unless submitted by agent. Most agents won’t take a person on as a client unless their work has been solicited. People can’t get hired on a production crew unless they’re part of the union. A person can’t join the union unless they have money for dues. It’s a vicious circle.
Life isn’t exactly how you expected it to turn out. Reality hits. You don’t move to either coast because she doesn’t want to and you don’t want to lose her. So you end up getting a job for a large and prominent AV company in town because you need to money for rent on a shitty apartment and run down vehicle.
You’re first stop on the job totem pole is low man at a hotel. The job is simple. Set up equipment for corporate meetings and occasionally operate the gear. Projection and screen for a PowerPoint presentation, microphones, moving lights…these become your new skill.
You still write scripts because it’s enjoyable. It’s the one escape you have. Maybe someday it’ll get sold, but it’s not important. Sure if you had a choice in the matter, writing would be how you made money. A successful screenplay writer, leading way to directing is the dream.
Back in the real world, you move on up the corporate ladder. You refine technical skills. After about a year you start working out of the main office in town. A new marriage will cause a person to change priorities. You still basically perform the same duties, except you’re now on the road the majority of the time and the scale of the shows are bigger. On a crew with other techs, setting up equipment, running equipment, tearing down equipment. In one city, back home for a brief period, and on to the next city.
Your wife tolerates you being gone because she knows the sacrifice made. And there’s a bloated mortgage to now pay. You never go a day without a phone call. Hearing each other’s voices is what makes the day. It puts a strain on the relationship, even one built on a solid foundation. Both parties find ways to cope.
The travel is nice. You are able to go to cities you may never have visited otherwise. You stay in lush, four and five star hotels you definitely could never afford. But you work for twelve hours a day or more and you never really get to explore the city.
After six years of this, you get tired of the lifestyle. You’re on the road all the time. You miss family functions. You never see old friends. You’re lonely and miss the wife. She wants to start a family, a thought which terrifies.
You can’t eat properly because of the time crunch your under. You grab what available if there’s a free moment. You can’t exercise properly because after the long fucking day, who wants to hit the treadmill or the hotel gym. You get about four hours of sleep each night and tiredness becomes the standard.
Then out of the blue your wife died. Now the world you live in seems meaningless. Being in the house makes the memories flood your mind. You question all the time spent on the road away from her. Life can play cruel jokes on a person.
You retreat from society, from friends, from co-workers. There’s no compliment to makes you strive for a better life. It’s only you and depression. Two more years go by. Now you’re just a zombie going through the motions each day without thinking, hoping for one day not to feel the pain.
The truth is you are lazy and not certain how or when you became this way. You can’t recall if it’s always been a personality trait. The truth is you are scared and tell others you’ve stayed in the Midwest because LA and NYC hold no interest for you. This place is still your home. You tell people writing takes up most of your free time and you’re dabbling with making some shorts films. All of this is more lies to keep up the front. The truth is you’re desire and passion left long ago when she died.
Lonely but don’t want to love. There’s a need for human contact, a touch against your skin. Flesh on flesh. You want to embrace the wife one last time.
Then you have an idea to solve the monetary and lonely problems. Start a porn site. You keep working the day job and hopefully set up a fuck session every few weeks. Edit the footage together. Upload it on the server and make it available for purchase, $4.99 a movie or $19.99 a month for unlimited access.
It was a simple plan. Maybe you’ll even make enough money to quit the day job you grown to hate. To payoff the debts you owe the bank that swallows the paycheck every month. Get away from this wicked town. Start over in a new place where each glance doesn’t bring up the memories of Ally. Take quality time away. Learn how to live once again.


Sunday night arrived. A knock came from the door of my three bedroom house; our first experience as a proud home owners. I answered the door with butterflies in my stomach and an abundance of questions running in my head.
An absolute beauty stood with an inviting smile. Under different circumstances, she’d way out my league. The first thought to race through my mind is why does this girl want to be in a sex movie?
She walked inside with her naturally tanned skin, long legs, and great bubble ass. We sat down for some idle chit chat to break the ice as she drank a glass of red wine. I tried to make her feel comfortable. I asked some background questions, to loosen the tension.
She told me her name, “Lana,” while running fingers through her mid-length, reddish-brown hair. “I’m in the last year at college.”  A friend saw the profile. She joined and responded to the ad. She needed money, but wouldn’t specify what for.
“Listen,” she began, “No matter how much talking we do or wine we drink this situation won’t be any less awkward.”
“OK,” are the only syllables I could string together in a sentence.
“I’m down for anything…suck, screw, and even anal,” she hesitated, “as long it pays well.”
She wanted to get down to business. I told her how much the trifecta paid with a facial for the finish. The act being an industry standard but not one I cared to practice. I don’t enjoy dumping on a chick’s faces. It’s not real to life. Sure woman may swallow but how many really want it shot across their eyes, nose, and hair. Not many. And besides, it’s messy and honestly just looks gross. We agreed on not doing the facial.
“Where do I sign?”
I handed her the release form and she inked the document. “Do you have the test results?”
“You had better have one too” she exclaimed. We exchanged papers. It all checked out.
She jumped up and said with zero enthusiasm, “What are we waiting for? Let’s this get this over with.”
Nervous energy pounded my insides. Suddenly I wondered if I could perform. I hadn’t been with a woman in since my wife died. I’ve only had three partners in my entire life.
We moved to the extra bedroom. I could never taint the room where Ally and I slept with these acts. One camera mounted on a tripod was set up for the wide shot. The record button gets pushed. The other camera in my hand, used for POV close ups shots, also gets the button pushed. The little red light glowed. “It’s time to begin”. My heart raced with anxiety.
She babbled into the camera with dirty talk. “You like what you see?”
I lead her down a path like any good director would do. “Strip. Let me see your tight little body.”
She slowly slid out of her taut jeans. She threw the tight pink shirt to the floor. The beauty in her black, lace bra and panties started to act more seductive. She teased and flirted at the camera. She touched her skin slowly and moaned softly. The erotic tease continued. “Do you like it?” she asked playfully when the last stitch of clothing hit the floor. She began rubbing her clit. Slow at first, then faster, and faster. She breathed heavier and panted deeper.
I was bursting at the seams. Watching her through a lens resembling a peephole, my urge to taste her grew. I repositioned the hard cam to a different angle and shot distance. The handheld now placed on a second tripod. My shirt came off and I moved towards her moist vagina, all the while thinking this seemed too romantic for porn. Our eyes met as I looked up at her.
She screamed “Eat me, now!” I performed as instructed. She clamped her silky smooth thighs down over my ears. The kissed her swollen clit and around her plump vulva then moved to the naval to the perky breast with rock hard nipples to her neck to her…she’s ordered me, “No kissing on the mouth”.
“I need to move cameras,” was my reply. So I repositioned the hard cam again and took the other camera back into my hands. 
Lana slithered over without any instructions and unbuckled my pants. She took out my stiff cock and placed it between her lips.
I’m amazed the scene doesn’t come to a climax at that instant. Her mouth wrapped around my dick, moving up and down. I nearly exploded as her tongue glided against my shaft leaving a thin string of saliva trickling down. I stopped her. “OK time to move the cameras again.” I repositioned hard cam to a new angle.
Lana lied on her back. Her legs spread open. “Take me”, she said.
I inserted and thrusted. Action repeated with varying rhythms. Each time I felt ejaculation coming on, I stopped to change camera angles and correspond it with the different sexual position. We continued for awhile longer and then repeated the exercise.
“Having to stop all the time isn’t very sexy”.  
I responded, “That’s how you make these types of movie. There’s nothing glamorous or sexy about it.” It’s amazing how long you can hold out ejaculating when you stop every few minutes. After four different sexual positions, I am ready to cum the mother lode.
“I want you to fuck my ass”, Lana commanded me. “But be gentle. I’ve never…it’s my first time.”
While lubing her anus, I thought about informing her it’s my first anal as well but kept the information to myself instead. I gently pressed the tip inside as she grunted from the pain. I penetrated further and realized the tightness of her orifice. I almost exploded right on the spot. I changed thoughts. The first thing to pop into my head was what if I pull out my dick and it’s covered in shit. I tried to block the unpleasant image out. The scene had to end.
I moved cameras one last time and ask, “Ready for the finish.”
“Wash your dick off first?”
“What?”
“Well it’s been in my asshole. I’m not putting it near my mouth!”
“No problem.” I respected the logic. I washed off, trying not to lose my erection. I got back to the bed and was half flaccid. I tell her, “It’s gonna take a little more work.”
“Fine.” She took me in her mouth once again.
By now I can see this lady just wanted to be done with the whole ordeal. I concentrated, pulled out from her mouth, and spurted all over her breasts. I handed her a towel and shut off the cameras. “If you want to take a shower feel free…”
“Yes.” And she immediately ran into the bathroom.
I walked to the bathroom door. I heard her crying under the sound of the water falling. I felt bad for my robotic behavior and for her. She has a mystery tucked away. One she didn’t dare let anyone know about. Then suddenly it hit me, “Shit, I forgot to use a condom. Idiot!”
Lana came out and dressed. I paid her. She left. There was very little conversation. I didn’t know what to say. The skill of conversation escaped me as usual. She wanted me keep in contact, just in case.
I basically just paid for sex and filmed it. Soon the images would be out for the world to see. No turning back on the master plan now, everything was already set in motion.
I edited the footage together in a couple of days. The first one completed.
For the record, watching yourself in a fuck movie is damn strange.  It’s almost surreal. In fact it’s almost appalling.


The email on the date site kept coming. One girl drove two hours to make a movie. She was a young country girl who was probably trying to piss off a boyfriend. She didn’t look eighteen, but these days it can be difficult to determine age. Teens dress like adults. Slutty is hip.
Melissa said, “Like, I’ll be honest...I enjoy porn.  Like a lot!  For some reason I can’t get enough of watching people fuck. Like it mesmerizes me…and I love it.  Like, you know what I mean?” Every single word spoken in a fake California Valley accent. “Big cocks, small dicks, tight pussies, gaping vaginas- god honey you don’t like ever want one of those sometimes it takes two stiff ones to fill the hole-, creampies, anal, even a little gonzo once in awhile aint bad for like a change.”
Her voice grated on my nerves.
She continued, “Pro or amateur either way, like right. I mean hot girls and like cute guys are all I want to see.”
“How old are you?”
“I’ve even been thinking about like getting into the business myself lately…well I mean like professionally. Like moving out LA and giving it a whirl. Like I’ve been fucking since I was like thirteen. Like after I saw your ad, I just thought why not like start here first.”
“I assume that’s why you answered the ad. Now let me see an ID.” My skin crawled with annoyance.
“Like, right. And I have some, like let’s call ‘em home movies me and like an ex did last year. It was like so much fun. So I figured why not, like, try the real thing.”
“Are you old enough?” I had to ask, because she looks all of sixteen. Which in reality mean she could be anywhere between fourteen or twenty-seven. Going to prison for having sex with a minor was not on the list.
“Like everyone tells me I look like so young”. She handed me her driver’s license.
I hated her fake ass tan. I loathed her fake bleach blonde hair. “You just turned nineteen. You are young.”
“Like I know. Right?”
I wanted to defile this girl in inhumane ways. Annoyance passed minutes ago. “Have you ever done light bondage?” I tossed a ball gag her way and some leather straps.
“Like, kinky,” she said with a smile.


After about four months, I compiled almost a dozen videos. I opened the website, putting six online and with a new video each week. My area began to dry up. I made a few repeats calls. Then I got the idea for expansion.
When I went out of town on work I’d set up some sessions. I bought a large metal case for the gear. In all my trips, I’m rather surprised nothing every got stolen from airport security. The other guys on the crew always wondered why I carried the huge case. I told them it was my suitcase. I wanted them to mind their own business.
I’d be in Boston for four days and make a fuck video on of a night off. I’d be in Los Angeles for three days and make a fuck video on one of my nights off. Two days in Chicago and make a video. I’d be in Austin, Savannah, Orlando, Detroit, Salt Lake City, and Hartford for work and set up a session. Then off to Seattle, Nashville, Charleston, Houston, Phoenix, and New Orleans with more of the same. Didn’t matter if I was in Columbus, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Las Vegas, Manhattan, or any other city; I went for work and tried to make a fuck video if I had a free night.
There are many chicks willing to stay in four and five stars hotels, even if it is just to fuck on video. It’s hard to believe some women deemed their self worth to be valued at zero. Many of the woman seemed decent enough people. Each had a path which didn’t quite go smoothly enough and led them to this situation.
The story was familiar.


One of the most intriguing women I’ve ever met lived just outside Atlanta. Sabrina was her name. Another knockout blessed with long flowing red hair and the natural curves all men desire. All that beauty came with an inspiring personality. Her free spirited persona radiated the room instantly. I’ve never met someone like her before.
She came by the hotel around 10pm. As soon as she came in the room an insatiable sexual appetite arouse inside of me.
We talked. She explained her modest living in the woods not too far away. A simple way of life in a small house by a stream, shared with her sisters Melanie and Aretha.
She said, “You have great karma but there’s a great sadness behind your exterior.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. I can tell these things.”
“I have reasons,” I replied and proceeded to tell her about my boring existence and sad past. Often we can be more open with a complete stranger than with those we’ve known for years.
“Forget about the past for one night. Just live in the moment. We’re going to have fun tonight,” she exclaimed with an electric grin.
We did usual stuff while the little red light glowed. Her technique was all about the little things, accentuating every move. She touched places never touched before during intercourse. Every sense peaked. It lasted only fifteen minutes with the camera position not changing. I got caught up in the act.
Sabrina frowned. “Already? I’m just getting warmed up.”
I apologized. “Sorry. I couldn’t hold out anymore.” Looking directly into her eyes, “That was amazing.”
She leaned over and began blowing hot, moist breathe in my ear. I instantly became erect, ready for action. “That’s better,” she said smiling again with my penis in her hand.
The second session lasted about an hour. Most of the time was spent with my face in her vagina lapping away and rubbing at her clit. Even after my jaw stated hurting, I continued on. I felt like I owed it to her. Besides, I enjoy giving oral pleasures to females. Then it happened.
She squirmed rapidly and panted deeper. “Don’t stop!” she squeaked. An orgasm bubbled on the brim of fruition.
A couple of convulsions and BAM! Suddenly my face was blasted in warm, female liquid. I was completely stunned. This was my first case of first hand female ejaculation.
Curling up into the fetal position, she managed to say, “Stop. Let. Me. Enjoy.”
A few minutes went by and Sabrina calmed. The flesh tones came back to her face. She looked at me, covered in her fluids, and innocently giggled. “Are you alright?”
I was still speechless.
“I don’t usually tell people can do that. I like to leave it as a surprise.”
Snapping out of my amazement and complete intoxication with this woman I stated, “I’ve had worse surprises.”
Sabrina got out of the bed. She grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom. We showered. We drew a bath. We talked. We fucked again, this time not on film. We were in the water so long our bodies pruned.
It was earlier in morning now. I had about three hours before I needed to head out to the airport. I invited Sabrina to stay. She accepted. We lay in bed naked, mostly talking about our stupid pasts. We fondled each other’s parts like a couple of teenagers experiencing another for the first time.
“You are one incredible woman.”
“Thanks. Don’t sell yourself short. There are a lot of great qualities you take for granted about yourself.”
“Thanks.”
A small stream of orange light streamed from the window onto the bare skin of Sabrina’s chest. “The sun is coming up. How long before you need to leave?”
I looked at the clock. “About forty minutes.”
“One more time” she asked, and then began to move her head down to the semi-erect penis in her hand.
“Why the hell not,” I agreed.
After the last event, we got dressed. I packed the gear. Sabrina got her money.
“Email me. I want to keep in touch with you,” she demanded and kissed me on the lips. “Take care Mason.”
“You’re one of the most incredible woman I have ever met. Whomever you end up with will be one lucky guy. Thank you for…well.”
She smiled at me for the last time. “That could be the best compliment I’ve ever received. But I don’t think I’ll ever be tied down to something as frivolous as one mate.” She kissed me again and stared as if debating on the words to speak next. “I believe there is a larger picture in store for you. One you don’t quite see yet.” As she walked out the door, again she told me to keep in touch.
Though I’m not sure what she meant, I couldn’t get enough of the little nymphet Sabrina. Her sexuality and her cosmic glow shall burn in my mind forever.


At this point I was transforming into a sexual pro. Cock control becoming a specialty. With a focus and spermicidal ointment to numb the sensation, I could hold a decent amount time before climaxing.
My way of thinking started to change as inner self confidence soared. I worked out few days a week at one of the places I despise the most, the gym. Running the extra half mile to trim a little more flab off my gut, taking one more painful rep to get the additional tone on my arms, more squats to shape my ass. I had to look good on camera. For the first time in my life I felt good about my appearance. I actually began to look cut. The extra fat started disappearing. They claim for every fifty pounds of weight a man loses, he recovers an extra inch of penis previously hidden under fat layers. My size was average so an extra inch always helped.
My interactions with others basically stayed the same. Still observing the masses instead of getting involved. Verbal communication was never a strong trait. Except with Ally, the only person I truly ever let myself become vulnerable. Not caring about anything except getting away from it all.
After fourteen months I was even surprised at how much money was coming in. The dollars added up quick. I had the money from the site go directly into a bank account. I looked at the numbers each month and saw the increase. Amazing, I started this little escapade to earn a few bucks. I went from about $15,000 in the hole to nearly three hundred thousand dollars. The world loves watching sex.
I kept my real job since the traveling to other cities was a big part of running the site. All I wanted to get where I could live comfortably for the rest of my life barring any radical changes in lifestyle. I had a plan for early retirement and the goal neared.
The one thing I did during filming and editing, keeping my face out of the frame. Using mostly over the shoulder camera shots. I wanted to remain anonymous. I didn’t want some idiot coming up to me in the streets and yelling “You’re the man!” or some other lame ass comment. I didn’t require the recognition and I despise the majority of people on the planet. I wanted to be able to break away cleanly when I choose to. And if my bosses wouldn’t approve and there goes the free travel. My dirty little secret it remained.

I hadn’t wanted or planned on doing the website for long. Strike quick and get out from under the whole situation. It consumed my daily life. The sex kept my mind occupied from the real issues in my life. I was lonely but not for another person…for my wife. I missed her and knew she wouldn’t approve of my behavior.
She was gone, forever.
Something had to change. I needed to change.
Friends asked if I’d date again. They offered to set me up. Truth was I never gave it much thought. Ally was the only real girlfriend I had known. We had been best friends since childhood and our relationship was off and on for years until we came to our senses. If my callus heart could ever feel love towards another woman again remained to be seen. When I witness friends and family with their spouses and children, I can’t help but wonder if my turn expired.

I’ve stuck my dick in all types of women. White girls, black girls, Asian girls, Hispanic girls, Indian girls, European girls, skinny girls, portly girls, beautiful girls, not so attractive girls, bitchy girls, laid back girls, red haired girls, blonde girls, brunette girls; you name an ethnicity or a personality type or body type and in the years my little project went on, I probably fucked it.
No matter how many partners, sex is not love.
Sex is a physical act. Love is an emotion, perhaps even a commitment. You can have one without the other. Lots of people fuck with no emotion attachment. Several people are in committed relationships, but cant or don’t have sex. Loving another is not the same as being in love.
Most of these women didn’t meant nothing to me, except in the actual moment. They were merely part of a larger plan. I had no emotional ties. It was my part time job. I would listen to them and talk only to make them feel at ease. Listening made me feel at ease. Then I manipulated them in doing sexual acts for cash.
As time went on, I got more malicious with my intent. I became even more dull my senses. I hated this budding addiction.
The one thing I’ve discovered about women over the years is simple. They are all crazy, every last damn one of them. I think the key to being happy in a steady relationship is finding one woman that you can tolerate their craziness. No matter how insane she seems to others, as long as you are able to handle her degree of bizarre. That’s how you get through the good times and the bad. Of course females probably think guys are all out of their minds too. They’re correct.
I had that once. Now the crazy is missing in my life.


There was this one girl in my area I almost fell in love with.
Her eyes were an incredible green color. Those eyes mesmerized me at every glance. Along with her perfectly apple shaped ass and a perky, little rack she made my jaw drop every time she came over. This little vixen appeared to be multiethnic stew of goodness. I’m guessing she was in her mid twenties and she called herself Jade. The most beautiful lady I had ever witnessed.
But it wasn’t only her beauty I enjoyed. The first time she came over for a session, we talked for almost two hours before getting started. I told her about me. Rarely in my life have I been able to talk this easily and openly to a female. Her attitude reminded me of Ally.
Jade told me her basics. She had a six year old son from a bad marriage. It’s another case of people getting married too young and for all the wrong reasons. She was willing to try new experiences in her life, not wanting to miss out. She had a job as a stripper for about year but never enjoyed it. She went to night school to get her degree in Marketing. It seemed she was letting me into her world.
“You have the most incredible smile,” was the best compliment I could come up with.
She flashed it. “Thanks. I usually get comments on my eyes, not my smile.”
“Your eyes are nothing short of spectacular either.”
“That’s sweet,” she said appeared to blush a bit.
And the conversation continued on. I felt like we connected. I didn’t even want to fuck her, not for website anyways. But she needed to pay the bills so we moved into the bedroom. The red light on camera glowed.
In the end, she swallowed my seed. While showering, I noticed two puncture marks on my inner thigh. I couldn’t recall how they got there. So I replayed the tape. After I ejaculated I stood in a trance as she bit into my thigh. When she came up, I swore her mouth had a bloody fang. But the tape was fuzzy, just like my memory.
Often I replay the night in my head, trying to remember, trying to piece it together. I didn’t care; she had a hold on me. I had to see her again. We set up another shoot in a few weeks.
This time she came over and we talked for about an hour. More insight into each other lives over a couple of drinks. I had the equipment set up in living room this time for a different look.
We had sex again…a marathon session. Our images recorded on tape. After, we stayed on the couch for what seemed to be an eternity. Her naked body was laying on mine. Two people breathing as one.
“This could be the most perfect moment in history of time,” I said with deadpan seriousness.
Her response was simple. “Shhhh. Don’t say another word.” A few silent minutes passed as I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a short time later to a lapping sound. A stinging sensation burned my inner thigh. Jade lifted her head. With ruby red stained lips she softly spoke the word, “sleep”. My eyes became heavy.
When I awoke, Jade had left. My head pounded from the dream. I scratched my leg and discovered crusted blood. Weird.

Jade wanted another shoot. I agreed, for no other reason than to see her again. I didn’t care about fucking her, only being near her as much as possible. You can never look inside another person’s mind to see what they’re thinking. I was falling in love with this woman.
She came over for the second shoot. By now, her first video was on the site. It quickly became the most downloaded segment. She knew it was huge. There was a change in her demeanor.
“I want a more money,” she demanded no sooner than I closed the door. “I’ve seen the hits on my video and want double the amount from before or I’m not doing a thing. Not so much as a nipple will come out.
I didn’t care about the damn money. The fact was she was on my mind constantly. I wanted her for myself, knowing it was impossible. “The money’s not an issue. You’re worth every penny.”
“Good, then let’s get down to it.” The conversation ended.
We banged, stroked, sucked, and fucked our melting hearts out, or at least mine. After the event, we were sitting on the couch talking. This was becoming the norm. I wanted to ask her about the bite marks. I swore the question was asked but my memory recalls a much different conversation.
I summoned all the courage in my body. “Jade.”
“Yes” she replied.
“Let’s go out to dinner this week.”
“Dinner…I don’t know. It’s always tough for me to get away.”
I could hear the hesitation, but my dumb mouth opened again as the hint flew right by me. “Well if you get a chance and you’re interested, give me a call.” I never could read women correctly. My heart always clouded my judgment.
“Listen. You’re a decent guy and all, but…well…” fumbling for the right words, the right excuse. She finished. “Let’s just keep this professional.”
It’s starting to click inside my thick skull now. I’ve never taken rejection well. “There’s no problem being professional.”
“Well what is it then? You ‘like’ me all of a sudden.”
The condescending nature of her voice started to piss me off. “Honestly, any person can see you’re beautiful, but it’s more than that. I enjoy being around you. With the conversations we’ve had, I thought enjoyed my company as well. I could care less about the fucking entailed for the internet, as enjoyable as it has been. I just thought maybe we could get to know each other better. So yes, I do like you.”
The corner of her mouth curled up and the wickedly hot smile she had, turned bitchy and sour in an instant. “You want honesty Mason. Fine with me. You seem to be a decent guy and I do enjoy the talks.” Her eyes glance over me. “And you’re not repulsive, but if you weren’t a means to an end for me I wouldn’t even notice you salivating at me. You’re an average looking guy pushing an average body. This is all just a stepping stone in my porn career. You’re getting me noticed, and then I’m taking charge of myself. I’m going to be the new Jenna Jameson, baby.”
Inside I’m boiling. She walked over to me and pecked me on the cheek. “No hard feelings, sugar. You wanted honesty.”
“That I did.”
“I can give you credit. You’re a helluva lot better than my worthless boyfriend.” She waited and scanned the puzzled look on my face not knowing or caring about my thoughts. “How about next month?”
I smirked, “Sure Jade. I’ll email you.” For the first time in my life I had the urge to choke a bitch out.
As she walked out the door, I noticed the puncture marks on my left forearm. The trance momentarily broke. I wondered if what occurred was a dream. In my memory it all seems real yet planted, skewed. Something strange was happening. The anger left; replaced by confusion from the marks, my conflicting feelings, and knowledge of being used. I yearned to see her one last time. The revenge seed planted next to my lust. Sometimes being used makes you feel wanted.

Three weeks later she showed up at my door in a bitch mood, demanding to know why her next video clip wasn’t on the site yet. She accused me of holding a grudge. This was true, but not the reason. I explained to her that she couldn’t overload the site. It’s bad business for me. Besides she was going up on this week’s clip.
In a pissy tone she muttered, “I knew it. This is precisely why I just opened my own site. So fuckers like you can’t hold me back. My boyfriend is taking pictures and hell I almost got him talked into screwing me on film. If not, I can find other guys and girls. That’s never been a problem.”
The woman was either a damn fine actress that had me fooled from the beginning or the biggest egotistical psycho cunt I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting or something else entirely. I’m still not sure which.
“What’s the domain; I can link a banner on the site for you.”
“I don’t need you’re help. I’ve made you enough cash. I’m outta here.”
“Wait a minute! I’m not holding you back. You’re the biggest hit I have. I’m savoring the clips. That way it’ll be more of a demand for you. I cant over saturated the site.. If you don’t want my help by doing a simple little thing like linking website, then fine. I don’t really care.” The best sales pitch I could think up on the fly resulted into basic begging. I had to be with her one more time. To taste her flesh on my tongue, to smell her scent, and I still had questions about the puncture marks. “Don’t leave. Please. Just stay for one more time. Then you can walk out my door and go make it big. An incredible looking woman like you, there’s no doubt about it. I’ll even double the last amount, and then whatever happens, happens. If you want another shoot some day, I’m not hard to find. If not, best of luck. What do say Jade?”
As I stared into the hungry eyes the situation changed. The trance never took a hold of me this time. Every feeling I possessed for this blood sucking whore ceased to exist. I wanted to hurt her instead of love her. It aroused me.
She came over to me. “Alright Mason, I’ll give you one more.” She grabbed the throbbing cock beneath my jeans. “But I also want something else.”
“Anything”
“Careful what you promise. Tonight, I drain you.”
I’m not proud of my actions. My normal state of mind checked out. I became determined to hurt this woman physically.  Not through typical violent means like punching her, but from sex. Very rough sex.
I pounded her hard and increased the thrusting motion with every ounce of force I had, squeezing each inch up inside her. I fucked her ass using very little lube just to add the extra amount of pain. I tossed her over this way, then back around. The joy over came me when the grimace appeared on her face. Then she uttered the words “You cant hurt me, fucker!” I got scared.
I did the most demeaning things I could think over to her. For the most part she played along, but not at all enjoying it. I blew the biggest load imaginable onto her face. I looked down at her face. The jizz spread across her eyelashes and dripped off her chin. I found her disgusting. With sweat rolling from my body, I turned off all three cameras.
“You’re money is on the counter Jade. Have a nice career.” Then I walked into the bathroom and washed her stink off me. I closed the bathroom door behind me.
She yelled something derogatory at me that I muffled out. Suddenly the door broke from its hinges. She stomped it down to the floor. I stood stunned.
With one lick a gigantic tongue lapped up the semen resting on her face. She laughed. “You owe me, Mason.” She grabbed my throat with her talon like fingers and pinned me against the shower wall. Two fangs elongated from her mouth. “Consider yourself lucky. It’s been awhile since any human has stood up to me. I rather enjoyed it.” The fangs broke the skin. She drank the warm blood pouring from the wound. When she had her fill, I collapsed. “It’s the only reason I’ll let you survive.”
When I awoke, blood crusted the wound on the back of my head where it hit the basin. The puncture wounds on my neck were scabbed over. I still wasn’t clear what occurred or if my mind was playing tricks. I chose to forget the whole ordeal.
That night was the last I ever heard from Jade. 


My life took a new direction after “the Jade Incident”. I had made a lot of money from the Mr. Average website and had offers from larger porn entrepreneurs to sell. I jumped at the chance to get out and made seven figures for the domain and footage. Serious Skin shut down.  I quit my real job. I sold my house and most of my possession. I moved into a cheap one bedroom apartment. Dream accomplished. I could now live comfortable for the rest of my life if I played it smart.
I returned to the days of no physical contact. I failed to realize that running the site had turned me into a sex addict. Sex was frequently on my mind. Women in general, even more so. This was different. I hungered for sex. I pained for another sweaty body pressed against mine and the sensation of ejaculation. If I couldn’t find a chick to bang, I’d beat off; two, three, four times a day and sometimes more. Grease up and go. Get a vision in my mind’s eye and at the point of popping, stop. I’d cum without ejaculation semen. Only the sensation came, which was what craved, a few seconds of wonderful convulsions. An orgasm without the mess.
One day I awoke with three strange women in my bed. I tried to remember how they got here. None was attractive, body or face. In fact they were down right disgusting. I remembered being down at a local pub drinking heavily.
The smell in the room of dank body order made my stomach turn. The putrid taste in my dry mouth wasn’t from the alcohol. I spit a pubic hair out. I had long scratches on my chest. Looking down at my swollen prick. I went to urinate. Fuck, it burned. I had been given the gift of a venereal disease.
I wanted to cry. Ally would’ve hated me. I hated me.
It may have not been rock bottom, but the moment of truth was staring me directly in the face. I didn’t go to meetings or have a support group. Mind over matter and will power was my tool. I don’t need some cult telling me to praise a higher power and follow certain steps in order to get well. The amount of women I fucked will never make up for the one I truly loved. The one I never told goodbye.
I’m not a bad guy. I just wanted to live life on my terms. Do the things I want to do in it. Be free. Is it really so wrong that I’m living the dream of my generation…wealth without working.
So I had to sell myself and some strangers on the web. Does it really matter? My morality isn’t hurt. I’m not ashamed. Not as long as someone doesn’t find out about it. Hell, everyone is putting their bodies out for show on the internet.
Flesh sells. It will only cost you $19.99 a month take a look.





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