I tried a new escort this week. My usual girl has put her price up.
The new girl is a blonde from Spain. Older I think, and not quite as pretty as my usual one. But a toned body, and seems to enjoy the work.
She wanted to go straight to doggy style, but I like to put it in slow while looking at their face, so we started with that. When we got to doggy, something about my technique made her pussy fart. It was strange how that more than the easy sex itself seemed to embarrass her. I feel bad that I took no pity on her, and carried on with my slow deep thrusts that seemed to be causing the noise.
She squirmed on me to make less noise, eventually putting her head down to reach around and keep herself more open to my cock. It was so hot I had to work hard not to unload too soon.
Eventually I put her on her back again, and licked her out while getting my breath back. I spelt out the alphabet on her clit, which seemed to go down well.
When I moved back into her she was now warm and more yielding. I ground away at her first, before moving on to long deep strokes. My pace increased, and doing everything I could to hold myself back, I came after ten minutes.
I liked her, I've got to say. Not quite as good as my old girl, but worth a couple more spins round the block.

I've been thinking about why porn is so stimulating. Specifically, what is my imagination doing when I watch porn?
Very rarely, I take the scene exactly as it comes. I am a man standing watching while one or more beautiful people have sex. I've never experienced that in real life, watching someone else, so the fantasy is still pure in many ways. Reality I'm sure has more awkwardness, and feels more weird. But the fantasy is that the people being watched are so in to it they don't miss a beat to have me there beating my meat.
The alternative is that I'm imagining being one of the people involved. The idea that I am the man about to put his dick in Tori Black or Kate England. This works better for me with porn where the girl is tied up. It's almost like my imagination acknowledges the idea of a woman wanting me rather than the six-pack with a 10 inch cock is just too unbelievable. But if her choice is reduced, if she appears happy with any old dick, then my brain can work with that.
Rarely, I suppose I imagine I am the woman. This is typically for those videos where she is being seduced. Lesbian porn, or sometimes a woman succumbing to a huge black dick. I wonder what it would be like to have that sort of attention, both tender and hungry at the same time.
Against this backdrop sits my personal fetishes, but these are only I'd say. Bare feet. Bony ankles. Shaved pussies.
It's interesting how none of this matches with my real life sex life though, and perhaps that is why porn is still so compelling, even now I'm 35. I should perhaps do more to try some of the things I watch, but maybe that would ruin it in a way. Can I still imagine something would be erotic, if I knew it had been weird when I actually did it?