Post 1 of 2: These photos go all the way back to 2005. Who r..

Post 1 of 2: These photos go all the way back to 2005. Who remembers the glory days of porn? I do. I was in them. Back when they had studios with sets with lots of lighting in all kinds of equipment around. I was more than likely going to fuck the male talent in the bathroom before the shoot, much to the director's dismay. It was my way of saying hello, and that was the downfall of hiring me. On more than one occasion, we had to wait for the male talent to get his dick hard again because I drained his balls 30 minutes prior. I don't remember shooting these pictures, yet I have them. I'm sure it was for a porn, but I just can't remember which one. In the glory days of porn, you would always go through two or three hours of shooting stills before actually shooting the video. That was when the websites offered the photos as well as the video for each porn they made. I guess not enough people like the still shots, so the kind quit doing them. Nowadays, they shoot a few here and there to advertise on Twitter and such, but that's about it. I think photos are making a comeback. They're fun to look at, and they just kind of slow things down a little bit. I do enjoy taking them, and I probably bombard you with way too many, but there are worse things you could have to endure. I could be doing that crappy pay per message thing. Guess what you've never seen on my page? A crappy pay per message that's what you've never seen. Every time I join a girl site and get one of those, I want to pull my hair out. But to each their own, and they're probably making $1 million a week doing it, but it just takes the fun out of it for me. Anyway, enjoy these photos and let me know what you think. I haven't had a good dicking in a while, and I'm kind of feeling it. So I thought I would dress a little sexy to sort of get that "I'm sexy" feeling back to sorts. It caused a lady with a body forged by cheeseburgers to make faces at me and look at me in disgust. I'm thinking, why in the fuck would someone worry about what I'm doing or wearing, which certainly wasn't all that risque. She should be careful because while she was busy staring at me, her closet door might have burst open from all the skeletons she has stuffed in it. It just caught me odd that she is concerned about what I'm doing when she should obviously be more concerned about her own goings-on. I am the least of her worries. But I've reached that age where not one fuck is given. So I just smiled at her and went about my business. I just thought I'd tell you that. Oddly enough, I still haven't kicked the crud, but I don't have time with the patience to sit around and stare at the TV. So I keep myself busy. I try to exercise at least three or four times a week, and I force myself to rub one out pretty much daily. The annoying part is some days, I feel pretty damn good, and then the next day, it's right back with a vengeance. Such is life, and no point sitting around crying about it as this shall pass, and the dickings shall return. Sure, I can get laid, and sure I could have videotaped the fucking's I could have received. I just don't want to pass this along to other people, so I will ride it out, and as soon it is over, I am going to murder every penis that dares to show its one-eyed head in front of my vagina. I am just saying here.