Masturbation inspiration

A Friend Who Wishes to Remain Nameless (but still wants me to tell this story and will probably confess her identity in comments anyway) and I had a long, graphic sex discussion on Saturday. At one point, conversation gravitated toward masturbation inspiration. I told her that when I have a hot and heavy crush, I need little more than my own imagination. When crushville is at population zero, I turn to my trusty friends at Cinemax After Dark. My Friend Who Wishes to Remain Nameless (but still wants me to tell this story and will probably confess her identity in comments anyway) gets her inspiration elsewhere. Elsewhere being Rate My Cock (clearly not work-safe). What she does is this. She clicks "next" until she finds one she really likes. Then she goes to town on herself with that image in her mind.

During the Farah Fawcett Fantasticness that was Lifetime Sunday yesterday, I pulled up Rate My Cock. The Roommate stood behind me and we checked out the cocks while also watching The Burning Bed. For twenty minutes, it went like this.

The Roommate and I (looking at a cock): Oh my God!

Farah Fawcett gets smacked by her husband. We look at the television.

The Roommate and I (looking at the television): Oh my God!

I hit next. Big cock comes up on screen.

The Roommate and I (looking at the cock): Oh my God!

Farah Fawcett screams. We look at the television.

The Roommate and I (looking at the television): Oh my God!

Then we finished cleaning the apartment. I didn't get hot and bothered, but I have to say, I was truly amazed by all the porn star cocks that are out apparently out there. Who knew?