It would be nice if every conversation at a swing party went something like this:

"Hi."

"Hi."

"You're hot!"

"So are you!"

"Wanna fuck?"

"Sure!"...

Robbie Cooper's "Immersion: Porn" builds on his earlier work making video-recordings of gamers playing their favorite games; only this time, it's people talking about their relationship to pornography intercut with amazing, intimate footage of their faces as they watch the porn they enjoy.

My lips made contact first. I didn't plan to tease her lips, it just happened that way. Her mouth opened as her hands blindly unfastened my bra; I still had on my jeans. The kiss took off, revving my pulse. I don't enjoy listening to the moist smack of lip and tongue unless I'm the giver or recipient.
As my tongue licked her lips, as it worked inward, my cunt felt the changes; my thighs involuntarily tensed and relaxed, intensifying the pressure around my clit.
We played pass the tongue, taking turns to lip-suck our oral cock. Her hands expertly rolled my burning nipples. How long would I last? The pressure in my panties received new visitors: heat and moisture. Sliding her tongue out of my mouth, she ran along my neck, her breath pulling against my hair follicles.
Her hoarse whisper almost undid me.
"Let's play with the toys…I’m leaving the strap-on for last."
"W-What for?"...

A guy named John had just taken his wife Kelly out to dinner. After dinner, the two enjoyed a wonderful movie where they laughed until they cried. The two had a sublime evening and thoroughly enjoyed each others company. Upon arriving home, they promptly paid the baby sitter and sent her on her way. John then visited John Junior’s room where he happily noticed that their baby was sound asleep.

With excitement in his heart, John begins to mentally prepare for a night of fun and frolic. As he enters his bedroom, he hears his wife say the dreaded words, “I have a headache.” Which being interpreted means, not sure what you had planned John, but I’m going to bed, and right now. John is now disappointed, maybe even hurt, he goes to bed, but can’t help feeling a little disconnected from his wife…

It happens all too often in marriage, the dreaded “I have a headache” comment. Men are most often the abject victims of such a statement. But I imagine this could be a two-way street. Although I have personally never told my wife, “I have a headache” as an excuse to not make love; I imagine maybe some guys have.

I have good news

There is a solution to this dilemma, which I think will make both parties happy. And that solution is….drum role please….Draw up a “Sex Contract.”...

I am fucking him in the ass. I have done it before and will do it again, but each time feels slightly different. His insides are warm and plush like thick piles of velvet rugs, and my hand is wet and sticky with lube. When he cums, he moans like a child who has scraped his knee.

When it is over, he showers and I curl up under the warm covers, like a cat who has finished cleaning her young. Spots of past meetings of the flesh dot the bedspread and I remember that I must change the sheets...