So it's 11:30 on a Friday night and you are blissfully alone, or so you'd like to imagine, with no pressing plans, so you tell yourself, and nothing to keep you from having the peace you've been striving for all week, or so you say. After the second bowl of ice-cream which you promise yourself you will exercise off the following morning, you succumb to the hum of the television; remote all set, covers tucked just so, pillows and comfy sweats your silent companions.
You flip through old Woody Allen movies from 1983 and Men in Black... nothing, nothing... you realize yes, yes you do get all of those wonderful movie channels in the higher numbers.
Showtime, even! Wait, what's this? Cancun Play Time - ? Never heard of it. Let's see.... oh.... hmmmmmm. Late night, Friday night porn peddled by the movie channels for your viewing pleasure. You decide once and for all to get over yourself and watch the thing - no one is around, you're tired, what's all the fuss about anyway? You consider it to be educational, a sort of homework.
They look lovely, actually, the lovers on the screen; nothing sadistic or fetish oriented in any way. She's beautiful, not underage, seems to be really enjoying herself. Quite enjoying herself, really. Your insecurities pop up quickly, furiously, you think, "why IS she enjoying herself that much? Why is she screaming that way? I've NEVER screamed that way?" Suddenly it's all too much; the silky brunette on the screen appearing to have 30 or 40 mind-shattering orgasms which leave her in a perspiration-lathered trance and you lay there, all knitted brow and consternation, wondering where your mind-shattering orgasms may be. Perhaps they're under the bed.
The next time you have sex you decide to fake it, to act like the woman in your Friday night featurette. "Wow," your laboring, heavy-breathing handsome, sexy partner says huskily in your ear, "Youre REALLY into this right now, aren't you?" "Yea, ohhhhhhh, yea, baby, its soooooo good" you aren't quite CHEESY, but you really slather on the good attitude, after all, that woman on the program was SCREAMING for criminy sake.