Please forgive this brief rant. It's late and I've had a fair amount of alcohol.
Alfred Kinsey once famously remarked that "The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform". I happen to agree wholeheartedly so, by no means, would I ever want to give the impression of priggishness. But while I support the industry's freedom to explore every nook and crevice of our darkest desires, there does come a point when indulgence becomes garish. 10 or 15 years ago, gangbangs and DPs were still at the edge of hardcore porn's borders. There's no point in recounting the social and technological trends that brought the industry to where it stands today. But when I gaze out over the surreal landscape of reverse bukkakes, squirting, 50-guy creampies, slapping, choking, donkeypunching, strawberry milk enemas, cum omelettes, and giant fake cumshots delivered by giant fake rubber cocks... it does make me pause to consider when and where the notion of eroticism was lost. Now, don't get me wrong folks! I like it as hard and nasty as the next guy, but really... is this stuff hot? Maybe it's a cultural shift, and as I've gotten older, the change in our sexual taste has simply evolved and left me behind to wallow in nostalgia. But the other day I dragged out an old VHS tape with some of Jeanna Fine's more memorable moments, and was struck by just how hot a straight forward fuck scene could be when it was delivered with a little zeal and talent. The guy didn't slap her, she didn't squirt, and nothing shot out of her ass. She just worked the shit out of his cock, and fucked him blind. I tell ya, it made me wanna pop open a bottle of Grape Nehi, put on my PF Flyers, and stroll down to the old fishin' hole!... but first I had to wash the cum off my hands.