What I Learned From Watching 500 Adult Films
By Editrix Abby posted
The first time vocation finally converged with entertainment was after I'd separated from my husband and found myself on a ski trip with my to-be boyfriend, Jim. I was down to the wire on my deadline and had to watch a film called Airgazmic. "Why not give it a whirl with company?" I mused. There were a few moments when I sat with my back to the TV so I could observe Jim and our other male friend watching. This was, I must admit, considerably more stimulating than Airgazmic turned out to be. In Penthouse Forum the evening's story might've ended with the three of us in a tangle on the bearskin rug. The reality wasn't quite as clichéd—but that night I learned the power of porn from Jim's post-film enthusiasm for me. Watch: Is It OK For My Guy To Watch Adult Films?
Assisting me when I had to work became an integral part of our courtship. When I reviewed Lady Scarface, a big-budget Adam & Eve production with the darling Carmen Luvana in the lead role, we watched it together. The box cover indicated that the video would clock in at over three hours. That's a lot of fake breasts for one night. But my adventurous boyfriend seemed interested in sharing every second with me, even if we didn't fast-forward to the sex scenes. When the two of us felt sufficiently inspired by the on-screen shenanigans, we pressed pause and started a little sex scene of our own.
Over time, our relationship—and our smut-consuming habits—became more established and his tastes became more refined. It seemed Jim had an aversion to the typical bleached blonde LA porn stars. He'd developed a predilection for female masturbation as well, so when I shuffled through my supply of screening possibilities, asking for his input on which to review, he eagerly selected an Abby Winters flick. If you aren't familiar, Abby Winters is a director from down under who shoots fresh-faced young Aussie babes playing with themselves. And each other. Her stuff is, as I affectionately refer to the genre, "penisless porn." Not ordinarily my thing. But in the interest of pleasing my partner—and ultimately myself—I conceded.
