After three years here the option of this job, while not ruled out, was at the bottom of the list, as the ultimate choice in case everything else failed.
And everything else failed.
Apparently there is no such thing as dishonest work as long as it does not involve a criminal act, but at this point in the party the legal changes its perspective with a signature and legitimacy is built on a carpet under which many things have been swept away to be hidden. This being the case, honesty passes a blind spot where it is better not to search, knowing that there is no armor or tools with which to face the truth, regardless of whether you are a manager somewhere or a worker somewhere else.
For me, every day is the same as always, at 1:40 pm I leave the house, 25 minutes later I'm already at work. What do I do? We'll get to that.
If would be just about pornography, well, there are already a lot of website for that. So, I suppose for some it will be a matter of company, it's not a secret that the potential users are people who, for some reason, are very lonely.
Then, it could be that others like to interact in a real and live way with his fantasy, not only seeing it, but seeing it there for him, talking to him. Another case would be the need to satisfy his hidden secrets, impossible to tell in his social circle and prohibited any option to let his wife knows, they look for the most real way possible to carry them out implying the least risk.
Perhaps there are some who simply got tired of the real world and others who, addicted to sexual curiosities, do it just for the sake of trying it.
That's the way the public is.
On the other hand, there are women who were born for this, like Marishka. She is absolutely sex, she does all kinds of twerk and can stick 2 dildos in her vagina and two in her back too, I'm not going to use the word ass yet because it's only my first post, come on! I don't want to scare you. Sexuality is part of life, but I'm not one of those people who use such a phrase as a badge to justify their perversions. Here I'm talking about sexuality, about people, about life. Raw, simple, as it really is. But I don't want to give the impression otherwise. I'm a serious woman, eh? I mean it.
So, I was talking about Marishka, but Marishka doesn't work here, the modeling situation here is... complicated.
The first thing they teach you in the training --if I remember correctly it's the first or at least the most important thing-- is paraphilias. An interesting topic to expand your knowledge for the simple pleasure of knowing a little more every day. However, if we talk about practical matters for life, the subject of sex toys was much more enjoyable.
Everyone knows them as fetishes, something like everyone calls the left-wing communists even though they are two related but different things --when I say "everyone" please note that they are not really "everyone," but it is a word I will use for generality and not in a literal sense--. When we talk about fetishes, we mean paraphilias involving objects. Paraphilias, then, are sexual behaviors that depend on a non-sexual object or activity to achieve climax.
For many, paraphilias are nothing more than grotesque perversions of mentally ill people and in my opinion some radically mark this point, but, and here is an important BUT, not all are like that, in fact, we all have paraphilias, even if we have not discovered them and they do not necessarily imply a problem, depending on the level.
Let's say that in a first level there is an random element or activity that detonates the sexual appetite of someone in an unexpected way, for example: heels. I am not talking about the compulsion to buy heels, but about the paraphilia and in this case fetish generated by heels. It's the classic "oh men!, with those heels, I don't know what, but with those heels I'm fucking her". The trigger has been the heels... well, that's paraphilia.
A second level is when you decide to eventually incorporate that element or activity into your diet, and why not? We already know what we like and once in a while we like to eat it again, there's nothing strange about that. So, "what if you leave my shirt on today? I like it when we fuck and you wear it"... again, paraphilia.
The third level --and, far from hurting susceptibilities, we can already start feeling strange-- is when you cannot reach the culmination of sex if that element is not present. That is, if there are no heels or shirt, if you don't choke me or if you don't pretend to be a secretary, someone doesn't finish. A fourth and final level is that you need to sleep with the heels, to have them as a relic in your house, to feel that they accompany you in your day-to-day life.
Are there people like that? Oh, yes.
But far from judging level 3 or 4 people, far from making them feel stranger than they might, the real problem I see is how much control does a fact or object have over your life and who are you, how do you feel, what happens to you when you don't have it?
Well, let's not take it against these people, but we are talking about the issue. We might as well talk about something else not related to the sexual where others would enter the box of unresolved problems, starting with myself. We're not judging anyone here, we're talking about this.
What I really like to do is create, and here I am not creating anything, but that's the way it is, I can't ask for much more after quarantine, right? Besides, it reminds me every day that I have no one to fuck me and that, fellows, that is cruel.
Certainly not everything in paraphilias is bad --some are, they are bad from the beginning, watch out!--, in fact they have something sweet that surely is much better for you to experience than to cheat on your partner because you got bored, with the advice that you always keep in mind who dominates what. And as far as extreme paraphilic people is concerned, calm down a bit, if you're not embarrassed and is not a bad person, go have a coffee with him or her. Instead of making fun of him or her because they have difficulty overcoming their high paraphilic levels, when you don't have the courage to master your fears, your greed or your envy.
Anyway, since I have no intention of giving myself too much importance to reach 1500 words in an abusive way. I leave this post until here. The rest will be for another day.
