Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I really like multiple penetration in my written (as opposed to visual) porn. Back in the heyday of alt.sex.stories, my favorite keywords were “mmf” and “nc” because they brought up a lot of gang rape porn. Gang rape porn also frequently involves bondage, pain, and humiliation, so there’s really very little about it that I don’t like.

Sadly, those days are over. Every six months or so I’ll get a hankering for new masturbation fodder and run a keyword search over at a.s.s., but nobody writes anything new any more. It’s all stuff I’ve read before, advertisements for photo sites, or just textual garbage.

But then, a few years ago, I discovered the joy of hentai. I’d heard of it for years, and knew basically what it was, but I’d never seen or read any hentai porn*. I was totally missing out. I’m slightly mortified by how much I enjoy reading about aliens restraining women with their tentacles, abusing them horribly, and probing their various orifices, but I find a lot of it incredibly hot. One of the nice thing about most of the hentai I read, and I still haven’t actually watched any - although I’ve seen still images, is that within the construction of force the women generally end up enjoying what’s being done to them**. I would totally be willing to negotiate an alien tentacle rape scene!

Ok. Maybe not This is one of those “would it really be hot if I actually did it? I have no idea!” things, but on paper, or screen, I can not deny that it works for me. Fortunately as there is a distinct lack of alien tentacle monsters pursuing me at the moment, it really isn’t an issue. If I was walking down the street and an adorable little green alien tentacle monster tapped me on the shoulder, tipped his black felt bowler hat, and said “excuse me, miss, but I would like to transgress against you with my multiple muscular protrusions,” I think that I’d at least take a moment to consider the proposition***. Well, at least I would after I’d recovered from my faint.

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*I used to have a messenger bag that said “hentai inside” as an alteration on the Intel logo. Whenever I carried it I always acquired the most interesting stalkers. One followed me into a shoe store once to accost me in, relative, privacy.

**My not-so-inner feminist occasionally screams at me about this, but I like the illusion of force in my sex life after I have clearly consented to whatever is going to happen. “Make me,” is an enormous turn on after I’ve already agreed to something in principle. I know it’s horrible, and it goes against all my beliefs about “(wo)men should say yes if they mean yes and no if they mean no,” but it’s one of my kinks and I apply consensuality to it! So there! Hmph!

***There’s just something about a tentacle monster in a bowler…