I don’t watch porn. Don’t get me wrong, I have watched a few in my lifetime, but it’s not really my thing. The first time I watched one was in college, my freshman year. But as I watched, I remembered not thinking that much about it. The music was awful and there was no plot. I’m supposed to believe a cable guy just shows up and sexes up an unsuspecting housewife? Yeah, okay. I know it’s all fantasy, but gimme a break. My friends reminded me that porn was not a film that I normally viewed in one of my classes for critique and meaningful discussion, but was simply meant to get you off. I quickly dismissed porn as ridiculous and not for me.
Until I saw another one…a GOOD one…years later…then I got it.
Those people had skills. They could do tricks. I was intrigued by their prowess, and it let me know just how much I DIDN’T know when it came to sex. The sex I was having was boring by comparison, so like the good student that I am, I tried to learn something new. My boyfriend would be my unsuspecting guinea pig. I was gonna try something I’d seen in a flick and rock his world! “Regular sex” Brooke was gone.
I attempted what I can only describe as a hybrid 69/reverse cowgirl combo….whatever that is. I think I was even going to come up with a name for it if I was good at it . It was going to be my signature move and he’d be addicted to me forever. Now keep in mind, I was in my 20’s when this was going down. I was in MUCH better shape, and even with a bum knee, I was very nimble. I’d never had a problem with flexibility, and my enthusiasm was that of a cheerleader. It was gonna be on and poppin’!
At first it was great, and he was thoroughly pleased that I took some initiative in the “puttin’ in on him” department. I’ve always been an active participant in my own sex life, so I was stepping up my game so to speak. I took pride in that actually. All was going well until we got a little too excited. I was buckin’ like a wild child in a sexy rodeo until….I fell off the bed.
