Thursday, February 01, 2007

 

Spanko Meeting Spankos, Introduction


Men like to watch porn.

Now that may sound like an overly-broad generalization, and it probably is. However, it is not meant to refer to all men, rather it is meant to compare men to women. Now, there are women who like to watch porn, but, at least in my experience, as a proportion to the population, more men like to watch porn than women.

Women like to write porn.

This opinion comes from my internet meandering. I have found a number of interesting sites that merit my periodic review, mostly revolving around spanking. Some are written by men, some are written by women. The men often give detailed descriptions of their spanking sessions. They rarely give detailed descriptions of what happens afterward. Nothing about taking their lover, plunging deeply, thrusting mightily, et cetera. They usually conclude with a simple sentence such as, “Afterwards, we had really great sex.” Or else they will use something cagier, less blunt, such as “What we did afterwards I shall leave to your imagination.” I call this the Spanko technique.

Blogs written by women, however, often seem to have long, detailed, comprehensive portrayals of their sexual encounters. They will tell what parts of their body that their lover’s touched, how it felt, how good their orgasm was, how good their lover’s was, and copious other intimate details. They often describe every kiss, every moan, every pant, every thrust, and every scream.

Sometimes it is enough to give this poor imaginary spanko the willies.

I’ve always wondered why this is so. Perhaps it is because women seem to love the romantic aspect. Perhaps it is related to the way that they orgasm. Perhaps it is because men blow their wad and immediately fall asleep, forgetting everything that just happened. Perhaps I’m just full of shit.

Where am I going with this odd rambling? I’m glad you asked. My darling wife, Angela, has a friend whom she met at her job whom she has confided her spanking preferences to. I also have a couple friends who are aware of my idiosyncrasies. The difference is that my friends and I will occasionally joke about spanking, but never dwell on the subject. Angela, in contrast, will discuss spanking sessions with her friend in gory detail, even to the point of allowing her friend to inspect her tushie.

This all leads up to the story of the first time I met Angela’s friend and her husband. Her name, by the way, is Belinda, but everyone calls her Billie. One evening, Angela came home and asked if I would like to have Billie and her husband, Ben, over for dinner some evening and to play some cards. It seemed like a good idea, so I agreed. What I didn’t know, but was soon to find out, was that Billie and Ben were, in fact, like Angela and myself, spankos.

Chapter One of this story will explain how Angela broke to me the news of her friends' and our shared interests.

Comments:
Yup *g* I gotta go with the third option... the fos. I'm sure you're being honest with your getting the willies part. I suspect it has more to do with the male taboo against kiss and tell & the discomfort and ostracism that ensues when that taboo gets violated by the rats. The gal is after all somebody's sister.

The men who read my erotica, are for the most part appreciative of and of course responsive to the details... sorry you get the willies. Odd you should post this on the same day I got up the *nuts* to once again post an explicit depiction.... lololol
 
Oh Frank, please don't make us wait too long! I love hearing about all of your and Angela's imaginary encounters.

Cindy and I would love to some day have one or two other spanko couples to share evenings with discussing the lifestyle. And who knows what else might come of it. Hopefully your imaginary tale will shed additional light on what I hope will come reality for Cindy and I .... someday!

Now I'm off to Patty's site to see what tasty morsel she's left!

Dave
 
Oh dear, Frank, I hope you didn't get the willies reading my post? I hope I don't get quite as detailed as you described--haha. I think you are so right about the porn though, the only time I saw a porn movie, it literally made me feel sick to my stomach and I had to leave the room. I haven't had the nerve to ever try it again.
Looking forward to the rest of the story....Kallisto
 
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