Freaks of Porn
Well, I’m happy to be back home, in the arms of my favorite leather porn watching chair. The spirit of costumed fetishes has dominated my fantasies. My mood is due to the season, no doubt. I find myself lusty eyed for some “scary” sites . . .
Ah-hah! The Freaks of Porn, where every nightmare is spoofed into sex. There are definitely freaks, from a monster that looks like he may have walked out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon to a pair of painted zombies, and the basic masked men. But the ladies, they all have that horror movie beauty simplicity. That, eh, innocence that leads girls to run through the sprinklers in a white t-shirt, and turn to bounce about as the killer gains on them . . .
In Freaks of Porn the girls run right into the bedroom. This reminds me of the year I dressed up as Frankenstein. Rather than a village chasing me, I wound up chasing a brood of hip-hoppity petite ladies all dressed up as playboy bunnies straight to my boudoir. Hmm, where do I keep those costumes?
