Porn empowers me, frees me by eliminating my morals, destroying my inhibitions. With my mind blank except for the need to get off, I can focus entirely on beating my cock, paying homage to the Porn that rules me. To go deeper, to show respect, I went to a Porn Temple...a Church of Porn...an adult video store.

In the warmth of those walls, the unending chorus of moans, groans, cries, and music blended in perfect harmony with aisle after aisle of perversion. Anal toys, impossibly huge horse dildoes, nun costumes, and ranks upon rank of flesh exposed in magazines and DVDs.  My fellow Porn apostles and I mindlessly wandered the aisles, minds swimming with Porn, pathetic but beyond humiliation. We knelt before channel after channel of debauchery in the video booths...piles of paper towels around us...nothing to worry about or apologize for. Nothing to do but stroke, slackjawed...stroke...edge...edge...stroke.

The grunts of my fellow Porn travelers joined the music of countless Porn videos...the smell of male cum filled the air...I paid homage to Porn with the rest...jerking and teasing for an hour in my little confessional until it was time to come here...to the world of Porn and ceaseless, chronic masturbation...to the place of completion.