What I Learned from Porno – The Italian


As you may know by now, I used to perform in a movies. In the career of a porn star, I made a small splash during the summer of ’07 (or was it ’06) with two movies, I was a part of a wonderful troupe of pornographers and those on the fringe of society, and then somehow I ended up working at a Chocolate Shoppe in SoHo. Not my idea of a fairy tale, but you understand the pattern.

I was attracted to working in the movies because my sex drive and my reasoning were linked. I didn’t want to go on dates. I just wanted to feel those physical elements of lust and desire that turned me on the most. Then, I wanted to walk away. Cash in my head was always a perk, and since I was young and picky (I still am, i guess), I didn’t bargain much with my earnings. I guess I liked my jobs cheap and dirty.

With great certainly, I can only remember one… no, two scenes that so vividly bring back waves of excitement and arousal. I worked with a beautifully maintained Italian actor in his mid-30s. We actually knew each other pretty well, as we were both friends with a filmmaker and were present at almost every function. Lunches at the diner. Dinner wherever we could find it. Somewhere exotic and sensual, from what I remembered. Greek, Japanese… How I miss Los Angeles… because of nostalgia, really. It is a beautiful backdrop for a good memory.

Anyway, the actor and I shared a scene together for a website. It was very cheesy with makeshift sets and soft lighting. But, the sex was incredible. Instantly, like a light switch was flipped, he looked at me with unrelenting lust. As a make-up artist fixed me up, he slid his hands in between my thighs and delivered delicate kisses to my neck. He stroked himself through his boxers, unaware of the crew surrounding him, trying to do their job while he instantly had a hard-on. During the physical scenes, he was a stallion. Every stroke felt endless and the scene itself evaporated. It was a rare moment in which I felt as though I was having sex with someone… for fun.

Such chemistry only lasted in a scene; but, I like that. Sometimes, I get too greedy and want the feeling to last as long as possible. I tend to forget that for others, it has run its course. Now, I’m learning to be a bit more generous. And memories, such as the one I just spoke about, help me remember how fun a single sexual encounter can be.

 

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