Just Fuck the Bitch

Ultimately we are just animals in heat

A well respected female producer/director once said to me, “There is something almost primal deep inside all of us that cries out, “Just Fuck the bitch.” As a performer, I found myself sitting there nodding in agreement, because I could think of several instances where that very thought had gone through my mind. I have actually experienced this both directly while doing a girl and vicariously by watching another performer, fuck some girl on set. It’s not that I’m mad at the girl or think badly of her, as the term bitch might suggest. Rather it is a primitive thing, like a bitch goes into heat. There she is ready, primed, looking to get laid; you just have to take her and pound her until she can’t take anymore.

When I have been there, with a raging hard-on, the girl will be on her knees in front of me with her ass in the air. Looking down I will see her glistening wetness, grabbing her by the hips, I watch her rotate up to me. At this point, I have one thought… to conquer. I will furiously thrust against her until she quivers and collapses beneath me in a most satisfied state of euphoria. The thing is watching a girl cum, her skin flush; her legs clench, and hearing her scream out, is actually very satisfying for me. It is a little different for me when I’m the voyeur. Yes, I still watch for the orgasm but the act is more drawn out.

Every whimper, every moan, increases my arousal. I don’t just put myself in the guy’s place, thinking about what each of his moves feels like. But from a voyeur’s position, I also have time to appreciate from a different perspective how each movement is being responded to. Things that I miss when I am personally caught up in the act of fucking, when my own physical stimulation overrides all other sensory input, the sights, the smells, the sounds.

Now this leads me to think about how does she feel as “the bitch” being fucked.? Does she feel compromised or degraded? I certainly hope not! I only fuck women who are willing participants, even I when working for others, I preferred older more experienced women, who knew what they wanted over the barely legal twats, that thought porn was an easy way to make a quick buck. I mean what can be more erotic than having a woman sit at your feet in an exhausted quivering mass of satisfied flesh.

Now if this truly is a physiological urge deeply seeded in all of us, then pornography is a viable release for this desire. We get off on porn because we mentally place ourselves within the scenario on the screen of the page. Hey, not everyone can or wants to actually live out their fantasies. Porn allows them to vicariously “fuck the bitch” in every conceivable way. Our sexual identities and comfort levels are deeply dependent on our upbringing and prior experiences. Porn not only offers ideas for sexual exploration, but also provides an aid to mentally go through something, establishing some familiarity before deciding if that something would be worth experiencing directly.

Lastly, I want to address the persons who feel that their partner’s interest in porn is an affront to their relationship. Think of this, he/she chose you, to be with you, to share with you, through the ups and downs. Pornography is just mental stimulation, a fantasy, no commitment, no life-changing emotional ties, no competition. So if he gets worked up over a bitch that is nothing like you, rest assured she is not your competition. Sit down beside him and get into the video with him, after all you to might enjoy the opportunity to “Just Fuck the Bitch”.

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