From Spanking Blog, on internal narratives:

Doesn’t this look like (one of) the movies that would be playing quietly in your mind if you met a taxi driver with such epic breasts and that possibly-flirtatious smile?

Or maybe that’s just me. Ooopsie!

From Red Stripe Films.

The true skill — the skill too many men don’t cultivate sufficiently — lies in letting the movies play without the images bleeding through and becoming visible on your face. (There’s a school of philosophy arguing that one shouldn’t allow the movies to play at all. But I, in my hedonism, do not hew to it.)

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