It starts with the strike of a match, the sulpher hanging in the air for just a moment. The shaky fingers guide the flame to the pure and white wick, charring it, transferring the heat, spreading itself. The flame moves down the wick in slow, teasing movements, pressing forth onto the wax, urging it to accept the flame as it is, until the wax gives in, submits to the heat of the flame. Slowly, the smell of leather drowns out every other sense...
Dirty? Of course I am. Welcome to the mind of porn. I will be your guide through hetero-, homo-, group, and anal sex. Sometimes speckled with a bit of nonconsent but never with a nonhuman. Enjoy your stay and feel free to vote on the erotica you find in here. >D
