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I spend a lot of time cruising the Internet looking at porn.* I don't care about kinky stuff, and I am bored by professional porn workers.* What I like is true amateur porn; people who put their photos and movies on the web because they enjoy sex and find it exciting to show that pleasure to others.* There are many, many sites that pretend to show amateurs, and most of them are fakes.* But there are a few out there if you keep looking. I am married, and my wife is a fine woman, but she hasn't shared my interest in sex for many years.* She is willing to accommodate me when I ask, but she is just going through the motions.* I usually prefer to masturbate because it is easier and about as exciting.* I guess that is why I enjoy real amateurs so much.* They remind me that lots of women do like sex and aren't afraid to say so.* And while I have no wish to leave my wife, I do often wish that we had more in common sexually. So I cruise, and I look. On some sites women send in a series of photos.* These are usually some kind of strip show, and there is a lot of difference in style.* Some women prefer to tease, maybe finally showing their breasts but not going beyond that.* Others go right to the basics, showing everything Fikirtepe escort they have and then some (I have seen poses that would make a gymnast groan).* Most of the women seem pleased to be showing off, but some look very serious, even grim.* I don't care much for the second type; as I said, I am looking for people who like sex.* I don't care a bit if a women doesn't look like a super model.* If she enjoys sharing herself with me I love to see her.* And I like to see faces.* I can't begin to believe that a woman enjoys showing herself if she hides her face.* One evening recently I was on a site which uses the series format.* I started through the latest sets of pics, and as usual it was a mixed bag.* The third or fourth group of photos started with a pic of a woman reclining on a bed, wearing a set of pajamas, with one hand poised at the top button of the pajama shirt as though she was just about to unbutton it.* She was smiling, almost grinning, at the camera, and my first reaction was a smile of my own; she looked so happy and so sexy at the same time.* I admired her unstudied pose; she wasn't trying to look like a porn star, she was simply a woman on a Sancaktepe escort bayan bed with sex on her mind. I had been immediately drawn to her hand on the button; it was really quite erotic.* But then I looked more carefully at her.* She was a brunette, which I like, with shoulder length hair.* She was not slender; *quot;pleasingly plump*quot; described her well.* Rubens, the artist who painted so many full figured women, would have enjoyed her.* I looked again at her happy smile, and as I studied her I began to realize that she looked familiar.* You know how you can see someone outside of their usual place, and think that you know them without being able to say for sure?* It was like that. I clicked to the next picture.* In this one, she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of the pajama top and had her hand on the third.* The opening top showed the swell of her breasts, and just the hint of one nipple.* She had shifted position, and I could see her face from a slightly different angle.* And suddenly I saw a second vision of her, not on the screen but with my mind's eye.* This image was of a woman in a cubicle, leaning back slightly in her chair and turned so that Escort üsküdar she could speak to me.* I knew this woman! My first reaction was disbelief.* After all, you don't expect to see somebody you know on a porn site. I told myself that it was just a chance resemblance.* But the more I looked the more certain I became.* This was really Katherine, known informally as Kat, and she worked at my office in the cubical across the aisle from mine.* I had known her for at least two years.* It would have been an exaggeration to call us good friends, but we were certainly friendly. I sat back in my chair, stunned.* I looked again at her impish smile, and realized that I had seen almost that same grin on Kat's face when she told a joke or a funny story from the weekend.* I looked at her eyes, the same dark brown, filled with laughter and just a hint of lust. And I found myself on the horns of a dilemma.* On the one hand, Kat's pose was so inviting, so artlessly erotic, that I wanted to move on to the next picture, and the next, and all the ones after that.* On the other hand, I felt a little like a Peeping Tom, lurking outside a bedroom window in the dark.* This was Kat, my co-worker.* I had chatted with her in the break room, swapped stories about kids, lent her a pen when hers went dry in the middle of an important phone call.* Did I have any right to see this more personal side of her? Fortunately, it didn't take long to resolve the moral question.* After all, Kat had willingly put these pictures where others could see them.