Literary-Porn is Way Better Than Visual-Porn

Those of us who love reading creative erotica (aka smart smut) understand the full value of diving deep into universes fleshed out by naughty scribes. It takes us out of our daily elemental grinds and thrusts us deep into our dirty imaginations where it’s safe to play.

Fantasy is the fuel that powers our adult imagination. Somehow, the “real” world just doesn’t feel fantastic enough, despite us having relatively good and privileged lives (if you’re reading this, you have a magical computer device at your fingertips and the wizard-like internet—both first world privileges. It’s ok, breathe. I know none of us punks like to think we are privileged, but let’s be real).

The need to indulge in pornographic material may be primal, but I think it goes way beyond the base human urges. Let’s face it, most of the time we just need to jack/jill off. Badly. We need to chill out and release some tension after the bullshit day at work, the governmental shittiness, the lack of compassion getting us down, etcetera.

It builds up, all that bullshit, and we just don’t feel right taking out our pissed-off-ed-ness on another human. Rightfully so. Tension also focuses our attention back to a need for self-love and self-care.

That’s why masturbation is the BEST!

What better way to enjoy a nice, hard beat-session?

Porn!
Porn!

Porn!

It’s all natural…

But here’s why I’m a HUGE advocate for absorbing juicy erotica stories over feasting our eyes (and our hungry poons & peens) on Porntube, Tube8, or (Lord forbid) a DVD or (Satan help us) a VHS of our current favorite kink.

For me, and perhaps this will resonate with you too, porn flicks are more like instructional videos:

  • I learn a LOT from watching them (all my kinked-up special moves? Yep—learned ’em from porn).
  • They are usually enjoyable (there are those ‘ugh’ turn-off moments).
  • I can test-drive a new kink without anyone touching me (don’t touch me when I test drive dammit. I gotta learn my limits before fuckin’ around).
  • The players are mostly gorgeous (and mostly plastic).
  • Ok, yes. I get off good.

Porn does its job as a teaching tool.

Reading Erotica = Wetter than ever

imageWatching porn has never gotten me as wet as reading some un-fucking-believable, explicitly graphic smut.

Why?

Because when I read erotica, I’m the director of photography and I control time with my mind. I am actively creating what I see. I can close my eyes and watch her mouth devour swollen lips. I can touch my clit with my fingers and pretend it’s her tongue. I can open my mouth and feel that dick sliding down my throat.

I can orgasm without moving anything but my eyeballs. Truth!

The imagination is the most fine-tuned erogenous zone—more than any physical spot on the body. We imagine the heat, the moisture, the pleasure, the pain, the orgasm—we feel what we imagine could happen. In the external world, our eyes take in what we are visually fed, but they do not create what we feel.

We have become a visually overstimulated society

Reading erotica unlocks our imaginative ability to create with our sexual energy. It is suggestive versus instructive, allowing room in our heads for ideas to expand, rather than be flooded with visual fodder.

I dunno about you, but I get distracted by weird stuff in the background of porn vids. This one vid, it was so juicy… just a huge ass gettin’ dogged hard (dogger’s POV) and creamin’ up his cock so nice… she’s moaning and bumping back… it’s getting good… he’s whispering to her, so I turn up the volume (cuz I love dirty whispers, ooo)… I was tryin’ to let my imagination switch back and forth between wondering what it would feel like to be the fuckee and the fucker… then, in the background on the TV, I can clearly hear kids cartoons…

That took me out of the heat for a beat…

Then I went right back to jackin’ my pussy, cuz that shit is crazy! They got down & dirty and didn’t give a fuck what was on TV! Nice…

There’s no bad acting in books & unlimited camera angles

The act of reading gives us the ability to be the observer, a true voyeur, without anyone in the book suspecting they are being watched (unless that is written in as part of the kink).

Hi-Pro porn stars know they are being watched, no matter what, and it alters their natural sexual response, try as they may. Unless it’s actually hidden cam porn—which is creepy in the “real” world due to the non-consent of it all—we are observing actors moaning at their best (or worst).

Amateur porn vids are so much more fun, and while the fuckers/fuckees know they are being vid’d for the audience’s pleasure, it still seems more natural than Hi-Pro porn. When my partner whips out the phone, I get all sorts of excited. That shit is delicious!

Literary-porn lets the reader choose their favorite camera angle, the percent of zoom, and switch up the POV whenever they want. The author may suggest any one of those things specifically, but the reader holds the power to change it, with the power of their MIND!

Mwaahahahahaaaaa…sexy.

The way I see it, the difference between porn vids and porn words is kinda like following a recipe card to a ‘T’ versus tossing ingredients in a pan.

Mama’s Perfect Porn Vid (scrambled eggs):

  1. She sucks his cock (break the eggs into the bowl)
  2. He licks her clit (add 1/2c. milk)
  3. They fuck doggy-like (whisk until blended)
  4. He deep-tongues her booty-star (melt the butter in the pan)
  5. She takes it in the ass (pour the mixture into the pan & stir until fluffy)
  6. Cum (serve and enjoy)
  7. End scene (clean-up yo’ mess)

It’s following the formula vs fuck the formula—I’ll make my own recipe, dammit!

Now, add in a dash of punk & take that smut to a whole other level!

imageOk, so maybe I’ve convinced you to read more smut and watch less internet porn. Great! But there’s one more thing you must know… Smutpunk IS THE BOMB. It is, literally, the bomb in the erotica system.

Smutpunk offers way more than instructional sex and goes way beyond typical erotica (the kind that is basically like reading a script for soft-core Skinamax porn). It offers the reader humor, other-worldly possibilities, and it always gets downright explicit. I mean NASTY.

Try this recipe: add a dash of purple food coloring to those eggs before tossing them in the pan, then devour them hot off your partner’s ass while you fuck an alien dildo as you are flying through space in a tank-girl-esque time machine until you both cum so much that the room has to be evacuated due to lack of oxygen. Now we’re talkin’!

We smutpunk creators paint every vivid, phenomenal detail with naughty word-brushes. We color outside the lines on purpose, and say “fuck a frame and a gallery, slap that bitch on the bathroom wall with some duct tape!”

Insanely good smutpunk (I’m biased, all of it’s insanely good) is gonna take you to a parallel dimension. A place where wicked wild sexy stuff is not only possible, it breathes out in the open.

Take Emme Hor’s BUTT PLUG BLUES 4 – SMUTPUNKED ROLLER-SKATE SLUTS IN THE TRASH CHUTE for example. Here’s what I had to say about that delicious slice of smutpunk heaven:

“Ever wonder what it would feel like to fuck someone who has their head in a trash chute? No? Well then, ever wonder what it would feel like to get fucked with your head in a trash chute? Ahhh, there you go. Found your sweet-spot! Oh, and your sort-of-mom and sort-of-boyfriend are watching you, as you get fucked with your head in a trash chute by a guy known as ‘That Fucker’ who everyone loves to hate and hates to love. Wait for it……yeahhhh. It’s that good!”

Now, could you ever possibly get fucked with your head in a trash chute in the “real” world? Yes. Likely? Not. Do you know of any porn vids that explore that territory?

Miss Hor created that possibility for your imagination to explore, in safety and total privacy, and in living mind-colors. She’s a badass.

You see, smutpunk don’t give a fuck (unless “fuck-giving” is a part of the storyline, naturally).

Most stars of smutpunk stories aren’t plastic actors (well, sometimes they are actually plastic). They are very real and fleshed out. They live within the author’s mind, and they are passed along to the reader via telepathy.

Fuck yes, I said it! Telepathy.

When you read my stories, you can see my characters and their environment exactly how I see them. I promise. You really can. But you also have free license to play around, alter any character or scene to your liking, again, with your fucking powerfully sexy mind!

imageI started reading erotica online the moment that became a thing—which was immediately after they flicked the internet switch to ON—and I had been secretly wanting to write my own erotica ever since. I’m smutpunk because my characters and stories have literally walked across the set of my mind, showed me their insane worlds, and allowed me to record and share everything I observed. It’s just how these things work for me.

My smutpunk stars are those of us who are completely underrepresented, backed into a corner of erotica considered “too taboo,” or would be unwelcome in a room full of “pros” for being total amateurs (I love amateurs).

Amateurs like you and me. Amateurs who are fuck-off rebels, and could fuck the brains out of any porn star (literally, push those brains straight through their ear holes). Intelligent erotica is the erogenous equivalent to a hot wet mess at the end of a lengthy solo lick-suck-n-fuck session.

I’m just sayin’ imagination is everything.
Imagination is power.

No need for shiva-hands

Here’s one last scenario for you to ponder—something that might make you add another tick to the PLUS column for literary-porn:

Let’ say you are watching some juicy porno. One hand is busy jackin’ it hard, the other hand is squeezing and tweaking those nips just right. That one specific 10-second clip is all you really need to get off. You don’t want to watch any more of the vid (cuz its not that exciting), you are ready to explode, and you have to sacrifice your nipple-hand to keep re-winding the vid to get a nice, big O.

I know you know what I’m talking about. Don’t deny.

Reading smut allows you to control the pace and the forward/backward action without relinquishing any digits to your technology.

Like a scene so much you want to explode with it? You only have to move your eyes a little bit and read that scene over and over and over and over, until you don’t even have to read it anymore cuz you memorized it, and you can see it in your mind, and your mind can control it all with no hands, and rewind, pause, slow, rewind, pause, rewind, slow, rewind, pause—UHHHHNNN!!

I’m not saying I hate visual-porn, or that anybody should stop watching porn and only read erotica. That is narrow, and I’m anything but.

Porn vids have their place and time. I love watching a nice round ass getting plowed for 15 minutes straight (but usually only as a visual/hearing aid while my own round ass is actually getting plowed).

I’m just sayin’ when it comes to me, alone, with my fluffy pillows, my hand tools, and my velvet suzieQ drippin’ goo—literary-porn will always be more effective than visual-porn.

Any time. Any day.

Tell me, will you convince a friend to try some smutpunk tonight using my carefully presented logic? Comments!

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