Awash in Porn, Part 1

Allow me to face facts: I'm obsessed with porn lately. Steeped in it. Awash in it.

I travel with porn. I spend hours in hotel rooms on the road with it. Porn, and the corresponding self-love, is my chief outlet lately.

So, let's talk about it more in depth for a couple of posts, or so.

After years of porn collecting, I have come down to certain established habits. I used to have a muti-media porn stash. VHS tapes. Magazines. DVD's. Multiple formats, multiple locations, until it becomes too difficult to manage. And the bottom line is: I don't want to take the risk of exposing my kids to porn early like I was. So, I purged most of my collection a few months ago (not for the first time), and trimmed it down to two main sources:

- laptop web surfing.

- the above pictured CD wallet stuffed with approximately 80 XXX adult DVD. A wide assortment of straight and kinky smut in digital quality. Believe me, flipping through this wallet collection would give you quite a detailed picture of my tastes. Take the "Taboo" discs pictured for example - some fine fetish kink from Hustler. Or the "Jenna does Carmen" two-disc set from "New Sensations", which is hands down the best girl-on-girl collection I've seen in twenty years. 80 DVDs @ roughly $20 each = $1600 of quality porn in one CD wallet. I should get it insured!

That's it. Nothing in my house. The laptop is passworded. And the CD wallet stays hidden in my car, finding it's way into my hotel room each night.

So, I surf. Mostly getting around to all of you naughty blog ladies. Living vicariously through, and getting aroused by, your words and your lives.

And I watch videos. On a bed, by myself, just me and a laptop and headphones - and the DVD selection of the night. Whacking it at my leisure. Which looks something like this:

The natural, jizzy, frothy result of that activity is posted over at SCE Explicit. You know you want to go see it!

More thoughts on porn obsession to come......