THE COLLECTOR OF PELISPORNO

 Throughout my life - I am now forty-seven years old - I have seen countless porn movies. I have to admit frankly that I always liked them. And they have given me countless sensations of delight. Not to mention its effectiveness as a stimulus for lonely straw. Among my favorites are PRIVATE productions and Japanese hentai. I also feel a keen interest in porn movies set in other times and civilizations such as the Egyptians, the Romans or the French 18th century.

As a result of this hobby, I have managed to form a collection made up of a very considerable number of video tapes, CD's and DVD's belonging to this film genre. I keep them lovingly, well organized in an area of ​​my library, specially prepared to store them, facilitate their classification and pick them up when I want to see one.

The girlfriends I've had have adopted different attitudes towards my role as a collector of sex films. Some (the least) have not accepted it, considering me little less than a degenerate or sexually obsessed. Others have shown indifference. And a third group of girlfriends, however, have given me a movie of this type for my collection, we have seen some X movies together and they have even allowed me to get excited (maybe they got excited too) with these movies while we were making love on a sofa.

On certain occasions, I like to remember all the moments of solace that porn has offered me. I begin to rewind on the screen of my mind entire scenes and fragments of scenes that I saw in two years ago, last month or the day before yesterday. The beautiful bodies of the actresses come to my memory, with a speed that surprises me. Images of blowjobs, of semen splashing on female faces, follow one after another. Group sex: six machotes with one or more women. perky breasts very hard cocks Along with gestures dislocated by orgasm. And practical examples of Onan's vice, squirting, fist-fucking, mouth-pussy.

Sequences of golden rain. Black kisses, lesbian antics or English discipline. Sublime bukake and gang-bangs (which by the way make me very horny). Also "hardcore" footage, a very realistic and obscene pornography. Detailed sequences of clams of various types. Vaginas being drilled. Years that resemble Moorish skewers. Cumshots and more cumshots.

A series of stereotypical characters associated with the pornographic world parades before the eyes of my imagination: femdoms, voyeurs, nymphomaniacs, mature women, gigolos, sweeties, studs... In various settings: from an office to a jacuzzi, passing through the beach, a doctor's office, a car park or a mechanical workshop. I don't just remember the visual part. My memory, also sensitive to the auditory aspect, recreates the ragged gasps, the howls of pleasure... Just remembering these sounds puts me on fire.

Sometimes I wonder how so many detailed porn images can fit into my memory archive. It is a huge accumulation of memories. And above - without any exception - all of them pleasant. Not like in life, where the good and the hurtful are mixed, in such a way that one ends up with a bittersweet taste in the mouth.

When these multitudes of scenes appear in cascade, the sight of which has given me pleasurable sensations, I suddenly feel a wave of joy that floods both my body and my mind. It is a hedonistic intoxication caused by the accumulation of voluptuous memories, which are located at an equidistant point between erotic fantasy and real sex. Right now, joy fills my heart. There are so many good memories...