I never think - how do I break from this cycle? I only ever think - how can I get deeper? How can I devote myself more fully to Porn? I have Porn arri...ve in my email. I have Porn arrive on my phone. I have Porn arrive in texts. I have Porn as a screensaver. I have Porn as a homepage.But still, I ask...how can I go deeper? How can I live more completely into the Porn?I surround myself with people who throw themselves willingly into Porn.When I blog, they write, saying, "yes, go deeper." When I. I helped a bit and then froze. I had not really thought of Natasha in a sexual way before, mainly because she was my best friend’s wife. If she hadn’t been, and in any other situation, Natasha was just so nice a character and we really did get on well, she was just my type of woman that I would never say no to. No red blooded male would say no to her, fuck, just look at her. I took a step back and said, “No, I can’t.” My shirt was fully open from the front; Natasha took hold of her gown’s. At first he couldn't understand what they wanted, but then slowly realised and remembered that he was in charge - he was the master. Sue and Mandy were awaiting further instructions."Kiss." That was all he said. All he needed to say.Their faces moved closer once again and melted into a long, wet embrace. Patric looked closer and could see tongues extending out and into the other's mouth's. His semen was being transferred from mouth to mouth, savoured, enjoyed. The women had their arms around. Everyone in the room could see his pumped brown muscles now, and the guy drilling him as he squatted on the brass pole. Guys wandered over from the tables, seeing the chance for some free and easy entertainment. It was a hard and nasty life, but, you could say Carlos was destined to be a go-go fuckboy. He was good looking and sporty, and his body naturally beefed up easily. He came from poor latino trash migrants, went to a third-rate school and got a bad education, and his brothers had.