Soooo Ho

Walking into a sex shop. I should start again. Walking into a SOHO sex shop for the first time is a pantie ripping, tongue drooling, splishing sploshing experience everyone should experience.
Don't tell me, you already have...

Arthur and I met up after quite a long time for a Soho bar hopping session (though, I hear sessh is what people are calling it these days. 'We had a sessh, was such a cool sessh'!)

Four bars, a drink in each, two in one ( the second bought for me buy an American stranger who was out in London for the first time....shoulda bedded that one...what was I thinking!)

The conversation bounced from sex to..sex...to.......sex. Oh yes, and drugs. What more could I ask for? No, it was good. The more I hear about Arthur's sex life, the more it occurs to me that he might just be a sex god. I mean this in it's purest form.
How many times have we wished that we could give somebody, anybody their best ever orgasm. I'm talking toe-curling-almost-breaking, legs spilitting, water gushing..world rocking orgasms. I think the man may have accomplished this. And many many time.

I've signed up for one-on-one tutorials in due course, once I find somebody worth unleashing the dragon on.

And it's not really how he describes what he does as opposed to me simply knowing that the girlies he fucks have a hell of a good time (orgasm included).

What it means to know a pussy so well. To be a pussy specialist. To be an academic in pussy. It probably means more than you could ever imagine. Ofcourse, when you've reached this state of excellence, your reputation surely leads wherever you go. How fucking amazing.

So, there I was, gushing down a slice of margerita before Arthur decided he wanted to buy some porn. Some new porn, to work the imagination. Porn is good until you've come over the best scenes fourty million times after which getting an errection can even prove difficult.

So we went to his 'regular' one of those dodgy little hip and happening hardcore joints in the side streets of Soho (spoken knowing full well that there are thousands..thousands!)

It had everything. So many cocks and pussies, double pounding, cum sucking, bondage queens and MILF hunting, POV (Don't ask), Interracial lust, big ass frolicks, teachers and students, blowjobs from around the world, south american humpathon, swallowing, spitting, gay porn, lusty lesbians, sex books, sex guides, porno mags...and that was just as we turned the corner.

I could have stayed there all night and left just as clueless.

I suppose for me, the best porn is Amateur. Nothing quite like the girl who lives opposite being had by the local milkman. Simply can't stand any of that 'oh yes, fuck my pussy, aaaaahh, fuck it hard, oh yes....come on baby, fuck me harder' hollywood brand of sexual enticement. I like it raw and dirty. People who don't know just how good a fuck they really are. I like to see people have the desires fucked out of them, one by one. The learning is what turns me on the most. Now, one thing that struck me. Porn can be so expensive. Like that jacket you really want and it's a weekly toss up between fashion and starvation. You know what I mean.

So, you can all guess who'll be racing down the streets of Soho come the christmas sale. Ho Ho Ho indeed.