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KLRDan -> Porn as Workout Motivation (7/3/2008 11:20:03 AM)
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So a couple of days ago it was time to lift weights, and I decided to try something I'd never done before. I set my laptop up in a convenient spot in the room where I keep my exercise equipment, connected to the Internet, and went to xtube.com. I set my barbell on the floor in front of the computer, loaded up a little weight, and did an easy warm-up set of bent rows while I watched a rather innocuous video of a woman walking naked around her backyard pool. I watched the video again while doing my between-sets rest, then watched another video of the same woman being spanked by her husband while I did my next set. I could practically hear my testosterone roaring in my ears. I wanted nothing, nothing in the world, but to violate that woman's ass. It occurred to me that every thought in the history of mankind that did not center around that woman's asshole was irrelevant, trivial, silly. I glanced at my watch. Time for the work set. I loaded up the heavy weight, got in position. The spanked woman writhed, kicked, pleaded beneath her husband's blows as I cranked out the reps--up fast, down slow. I got to about five and lost count.
The rest was pure feeling--my cock pressing against my shorts, my arms and back straining painfully to pull the weight, my whole body shaking, my eyes maddened by the dirty darkness between the plump red cheeks. My frustration, my timeless male animal frustration at seeing and not possessing, propelled my body to its very limit. I tried to lift the bar once more. It came halfway and refused to continue. I strained for a few seconds, shook more violently than ever, and set it down as gently as I could. I rose to gather myself. I couldn't have done another rep if my life had been at stake. Afraid I would lose self-control and masturbate if I continued watching the spanking--I still had most of the workout to get through--I closed the window. I took a quick walk around the house and returned to the exercise room.
Thus far satisfied with the results of my little experiment, and brimming with violent desire, I set about finding videos of the most perverted, sadistic, and humiliating acts I could in the ten minutes I'd allotted myself before the next exercise. There was what appeared to be a garden-variety blowjob--much too tame. There was a woman with nasty words scrawled on her body being whipped to tears--I clicked the link but didn't yet play the video. There was man-on-woman facesitting--how novel!--into the queue it went. There was a woman being face-fucked until she threw up--I gave her a place in line. By the time my ten minutes were up, I was fairly armed to the teeth.
The rest of the exercises were at least as intense as the first. I could hardly remember being so driven.
And they said porn would destroy my self-discipline.
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