S&P was on a business trip in Kansas for two weeks. We talked and texted every day. One morning we were instant messaging on Facebook when the computer screen told me he was calling. Who knew you could video chat on FB? So, I quickly installed the program and within 2 minutes I was able to see him smiling at the things I was typing. It was like a sappy commercial for Hallmark, I swear.
There was a slight delay and it was a little grainy. I told him this video quality wasn’t going to be the best for beating off while he was on the road. He then likened it to scrambled waves of Skinamax back in the day. I hadn’t thought about that in YEARS!! I had a good little laugh and reminisced for quite some time about 18 year old me with my first vibrator, the purple monster, given as a gift from my fellow classmates at massage school.
I would put a rolled towel on the floor in front of my bedroom door, as to kill the glow of the black and white soft porn. I would shake the T.V. and pray for the squiggles to dissipate long enough for me to make out who was who and figure out exactly what was going on. Trying to hear a moan out of anybody in the scene would make my ears bleed since I was listening at the absolute lowest the volume would go.
I was convinced that my mother or her boyfriend would desperately need to speak with me every time I decided to have a Skinamax viewing. They had never come knocking on my door in the middle of the night, but it’s hard to think straight when you are under your parent's roof, trying to finagle your bagel.
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