I want porn with a story full of sexual tension, and longing.
I want to hear soft moans and whispered gentle affections.
I want eyes of tenderness, care, patience, and emotional connection.
I want exploration and adventure among traveling companions.
I want the warmth of a slow burning blaze, not the cold flash of neon lights.
I want submission without domination, taboo without defilement.
I want believable acting, a plausible relationship, true desire.
I want characters with a motivation I can comprehend.
I want organics, not mechanics going through the motions.
I want real tits and lips and bellies and dicks and pussies and hair.
I want awkwardness, laughter, and unfiltered amateur joy.
I want communication, and not just about how the pieces fit together.
I want the anticipatory potential to justify the kinetic release.
I want to see the origin of humanity in the final white climax.
I want to pretend this isn’t all just make-believe.
I want to feel something more than my own hardness in my hand.
