Blessed hentai, what is it and why does it excite us so much

Yes, let’s talk about hentai, because it was something I didn’t expect. On the contrary, browsing one of those remote dating sites that surely no one frequents anymore, except for me and a few absentminded people, it caught my attention that, among all the things that could have stood out about himself (for example: his so generous and prodigiously localized body mass), highlighted, as you may have already guessed, the following sentence:

“Everything I know how to do I learned from hentai” .

Oh, these circa-millennials and their string of acronyms and acronyms that they think they’re discovering in black thread when, in reality, what they’re doing is naming it differently and, shot by trip, they take me straight to the irreplaceable Urban Dictionary, whose definitions I devour them even if they don’t give me the prolonged aftertaste of their examples: these expressions deserve special mention both for the singularity of their structure and for the self-confidence and cynicism with which they are enunciated, typical of a locker talk between men or women or within a bus bound for “Access Hollywood”.

Back on topic though, it wasn’t that I didn’t know about hentai, manga and anime porn, or their subgenres and typical quirks like oversized breasts , mercilessly tortured or releasing breast milk during ecstasy. The problem is that she knew enough. A bit of the irruption and outrage by monstrous growing tentacles and constrictors. And even less of the then for me predictable, now fascinating and inexhaustible, Futanari, the insatiable hermaphrodites.

Just as a couple of leading men have told me when they see me hesitating before saying goodbye: “You didn’t value me”, I also felt that it happened to me with hentai and, here between us, I don’t know what was worse. . . until now (knock on wood!) that I saw fit to discover it and literally first hand. It’s not that one day I woke up thinking how to screw someone with my knowledge on the subject. No. The best thing about this success story is how it was passed on to me: empirically: by word of mouth, by osmosis, ultrafiltration and ion exchange. If there were grids or filters, they were the ones on the clothes that are another story.

That’s something I enjoy the most about this hentai initiate and PhD student: the dress-up game. Or, rather, that above all underwear plays a role. And I am not referring to the parade’s own designs or the garments that cry out from the rooftops to be withdrawn, but to underwear for its perhaps most basic function: protection, shelter, modesty. Yes, with this boyfriend of mine, boyfriend of mine, there was a kind of regression to the era of curiosity, doubt and innocence because so many sleepy sensations like nervousness and fear were activated. Maybe it wasn’t my first time, but, oh, how much it reminded me of it, for the bad, the good and the best. Above all because, lately, in my bread from every casual encounter there were only two soups: the one obsessed with the transparency and texture of lingerie and, on the other hand, who was hindered by any rag that came his way and had to get rid of it quickly, desperately and even angrily, to the point that, if flat out the fingers would get stunned in the middle of unbuttoning or lowering zippers, I was the one who had gestures, gestures or shouts indicating: “get rid of that bullshit, but already”.

To think that I passed by so much time from hentai because I assumed that cartoons would never tell me something I didn’t know or show me something I hadn’t seen in other types of porn, from commercials to domestic ones. But, and here’s a cliché, how wrong I was! I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying. The reality is that I experience this discovery as a child with a new toy: dividing my sexual activity between my boyfriend (the master of hentai) and the efforts I dedicate to surfing the net and ordering online to satisfy myself with this genre that brought me back the purest form of innocence and perversion. . . Maybe that’s why, lately, I walk through life like coming continuously.

 

 

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