These days, I think of myself as a pretty lucky guy. All the usual aspects of my life are going more-or-less smoothly: work, finances, family, etc... and I'm also fortunate enough to be involved in an intimate, long-term relationship with one of the most appealing, companionable and sexually adventurous women that it's ever been my pleasure to know.
There's literally just about nothing that she won't participate in happily and enthusiastically when it comes to erotic activities, and her appetite for variety and frequency matches my own.

Just during the past few weeks of our two-year relationship, we've engaged in such a wide range of bed-play that I still can't help but wonder at my good fortune... hardly any relationship I've had has even been half as satisfying as this one is, and I know for a fact that some of my friends' relationships leave something to be desired in that area... at least, that's what some of them tell me. So all in all, in terms of things erotic, I ought to be content and perhaps even satiated.


So why do I still have a voracious appetite for porn?

At least once each day, and often more frequently than that, I'll log onto the 'net and check in at my usual haunts, in the process downloading megabytes of images for later sorting into my archives. I consider the Breast Expansion Archive my online home-base for these sorts of activities... though like all communities it waxes and wanes in terms of activity over time, it's been my starting point for these hunting and gathering expeditions for years now.
More recently, these expeditions have been taking me into the newsgroups... those vast, numerous and Java-script-free collections of postings that I procrastinated about for far too long. These days, it's probably safe to say that more than 80% of the adult content that I download comes from newsgroups rather than from web sites. Regardless of the source, the quantity of material that finds its way into the 'to be sorted' folders on my hard drive is sometimes overwhelming.

At present, my directory of 'sorted' content contains 2,379 subdirectories ranging from 'Abbey (busty amt)' to 'Zuzana (cute nat)'. In between, the other 2,377 folders hold images and clips sorted by model, morpher, artist, source and content. As you might imagine, my sorting backlog is often more than a gig in size... given my collecting habit, the performance of DSL, and my 'cast a wide net and save the keepers' technique, the material accumulates faster than I can sort and archive it.
Once sorted, I actually don't even look at my collection all that much.
Oh sure, I'll occasionally peruse a favorite folder, marveling yet again at the bewitching smile

of Danuta Lato, the enchantingly soft
bosom  of Chloe Vevrier, the astonishing
areolae of  Kristine from Foxes,
the  oh so slender waist of Jun Kusanagi,
the sweetly  formed  folds of  Linsey's
womanhood, the shapely derriere of Sarenna Lee.

Ad infinitum... you know how it goes. But to be frank, the ratio of time spent collecting and sorting images outweighs time spent actually viewing them by something like 100:1. And that's a conservative guesstimate.

More often, I'll return to my archives to satisfy someone else's picture request... either posting or emailing images of the woman in question to a fellow collector or, on occasion, actually burning a CD with over a half-gig of goodies and mailing it off to another aficionado. And all this online pornucopia is supplemented by my subscription to Score, occasional purchase of videos and of course a sizable magazine and tape collection that containing content that goes back to the late 1960s.

You might ask (as I sometimes do) why I spend so much time and effort collecting when
(a) opportunities for real-live visuals of this sort are so happily plentiful and
(b) my own use of what I've collected is so limited.

An excellent question and one that I'm not entirely certain how to answer, for several factors seem to be involved. For one thing, I've always been highly sexed. Though I'm sure most men consider themselves to be hornier-than-average, from what I've been told, I consistently place on the high end of the bell curve in terms of arousability and responsiveness. I'm not saying that I'm a better performer than the average bear, but just that I'm always pretty damn eager to step up to the mike. For another, I've often found that my sex-life and appetite for porn comprise a self-perpetuating feedback loop... the more I get of one, the more I want of both.

On any given Sunday spent with my girlfriend, three, four even five 'performances' are not uncommon (often twice before we even make it out for a late breakfast) but you can be sure that when I've made it home that evening I'll soon be downloading hundreds of wonderful pix from alt.bin.pinups, alt.bin.pic.ero.breasts.natural and alt.bin.pic.nude.celeb.fake. Call it obsessive, compulsive or both, but that's just how it is. Like exhaust gases recirculating through a turbocharger to increase an engine's output, my appetite feeds on itself, only to wind up even hungrier soon after.

I enjoy porn for some of the same reasons that I enjoy sex: because of how it makes me feel... powerful, masculine and alive. I enjoy porn for the aesthetic qualities it often embodies: the curve of Traci's breast or the line of Kerry Marie's thigh. I enjoy porn because I am human.

And of course, I enjoy porn because I can.