In fact proving no such thing but instead showing, first, if you ask people to draw attention publicly to their concupiscent secrets, they’ll decline the opportunity. Second, everything about sex is disgusting, in fact, the disgustingness is the basis of the spell it casts, this contradiction in itself being part of the pull.
The setting, a small apartment, friends gathered for a celebration. The camera clearly operated by an amateur, but reasonably steady. Sweeping around to the door. Someone opening it. A young girl, smiling, holding a cake, coming in. The birthday boy taking the cake. The girl being the real present. Kissing the boy, taking his hand, putting it on her breast, using her other hand to stroke his crotch.
Laughter all round, a pause for drinks, the girl smiling and joking as if a normal guest. Dancing with the birthday boy, a space opening. Sinking to her knees, unzipping his fly, pulling out his member, laughing at its limpness, kissing it, licking, stroking, pulling it into her mouth.
The two making their way to the sofa, other men going there too, helping the girl take off her clothes, stroking her skin. She smiling at them, stroking their crotches too. The camera panning round, other guests watching and smiling, some of them girls. All behaving as if all this is completely natural.
My own interest peaking uncontrollably. Ten minutes down in a twenty minute video. Okay, journalist, how about this one, I’d like to point to it, erotic as fire.
