Anyway, it wasn't, at all, what I had previously deemed porn to be. It was an attractive couple having normal sex in their home. There was no camera flaunting at points of entry or hairy stuff. No excessive moaning or dirty talking or unreasonable positions and accessories. And, well, I found it kind of hot. And this pleases me. Because, while I am quite vulgar at times, I become squeamish about other people's nudity in my presence or line of sight.
So, Saturday after a nice day at the zoo, the boys have eaten and fallen asleep early. Andy and I enjoy some time to ourselves, reading and on the computer. And it is possible to actually spend some time together.
Here is the scene: Both boys went happily to bed without baths or fresh sheets.
I am fresh from the shower(fairly atypical, since I prefer morning showers...on Tuesdays. kidding)
Our sheets are crisp and still warm from the dryer with no baby skids(barring permanent ones).
Andy is maintaining campaign for hotness status.
I approach and confess my discovery of and interest in "the porn" and invite him to watch with me.
AND THEN, we got totally bogued on porn. I demand to know who is responsible for porn scheduling. Seriously. How can this be? Saturday night at 11:oo and no porn?? Isn't that prime time for making out or beating off. We found some queer adult soap opera called Zane's Sex Chronicles. Every vignette featured a couple in which one person wanted to but the other didn't (too realistic). We watched, waited and laughed until finally........... an especially un-hot and retarded sex scene. A lady visits a barber shop and gets her Barbara Bush styled. She says gross things. And then they do it. WHATEVER.
Anyway, our mutual dismay and outrage for the network connected us perhaps as much as a good
I've watched Real Sex. That's some show...addicting. LOL. And you're right, why isn't it on at 11 on Saturdays??
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