where is all the good porn?

Where did it go?
I swear I knew where to find it last month, or maybe it was last year and I didn't notice. But, dang, I could have used some tonight.

Where did all the good porn go? The stuff that caught my imagination, that fired up my libido and my curiosity and my funny bone.

Why did I look for 2 hours and never get hard, never got caught up, enraptured, intrigued. I even found some old favorites but they couldn't make me stay, even to watch the very end, my favorite clip, for too long. Tonight, they did nothing.

Where are my friends? The ones that really fire me up, that get me going and make me smile and stroke and leak and cum? They are the ones,, the real ones, the ones that make me stand at attention. From the red rock deserts to the wind swept prairies, to lands far away over the seas. These are my pornographers, my artists, my good girls gone bad who make me crave their names and the little green circle and that magic word, "Available."

The images I sought tonight could not be found, no amount of flesh, no perfect nipples, silicone breasts, shaved pussies, and bleached behinds could make it work. I tried, I really did. A hotel room, alone, no meetings until noon, time to sleep, to recover. But what did I want? I wanted them, my friends, my wordsmiths, my verbal Viagra. I needed the the tease, the sub, the artist, the student. They say things that no camera will ever catch.

They have my imagination, my affection, my pleasure, my mind wrapped around their cute little screen names and keyboards that drip with what I need.

Don't get me a cameraman, lighting crew or cinematographer, I need an editor, a typist, spell checker, and a writer, a beautiful sexy innocent slutty wanton teasing giving writer.

That's what I need.

So where is the good porn? Locked in the heads of my 4 favorite friends.....