18:67 p.m., Saturday, 13 September 2014
Springfield, Massachusetts, USA
(From the diary of Le Sensual Belle)
Contrary to popular belief, there's nothing sinister about my work. I simply have sex in front of a camera and get paid for it, and a lot of the time, I enjoy it.
You can say it: Jee. Sus. She's a pornstar.
Yes; I am a pornstar. An erotic actress, if you will. Even though I'm a pornstar, it's disappointing to say that I've made myself cum more times than all the guys I've screwed in my lifetime, put together, times two. That's why I find it comically hilarious when I hear a man brag about what a beast he is in bed. These imbeciles tend to confuse physical attributes with technique. Really -- most of these men have penises the size of fucking tree trunks, but very few of them even know what to do with them. Their performance can be on a minus one, but they're often lied to by women about it, so each time a woman tells them how 'effing amazing' they are, they make real beasts in bed look like Godzilla. I plead with these unnecessarily sympathetic women: Stop lying to these pathetic airheads. They're already convinced they rule the world, and now you want to assure them they're sexual gods? Unbelievable.
Sex -- you'd probably be surprised to hear this, doesn't run my life. It's my job to have these men bonk me, but my every day lifestyle isn't as rogue as most people probably assume; I live a pretty normal life beyond that. One of the perks of being a pornstar is that most conservative men (and women) would be reluctant to point me out to friends and family if they ever saw me in public (with the exception that he or she's a proud perv), because they're more concerned with not revealing their carefully hidden perversity. So I head out to the store in my conservative neighbourhood, buy my eggs, milk and whipped cream like every else, smile as I take note of the silent and shamed stares people give me, before heading home to make dinner and fantasize about the man of my dreams. We pornstars still believe in love, as strange as it sounds. We might sleep with plenty of men, but it's not like we've given our hearts to any of them. That part of our lives is quite sacred, and regardless of what I do for a living, even just as sacred as you uphold love in your life. I still get hurt like anyone else when I'm fucked around (pun intended), but it hasn't stopped me believing that there's someone, somewhere out there, looking for a girl just like me.
*This is a fictional piece. Any direct resemblance to anyone is mere coincidence.
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