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Animation. (Patreon)

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2026-05-05 20:28:56
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2026-05

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Bea

Impresive. However (you know me :) ) "Can you feel me?’ is fine, but it isn’t particularly sensual - it’s more neutrally intimate. If you want something with more tension, more ‘I know exactly what I’m doing,’ here are a few versions that feel more charged. ‘Do you feel me now.’ (without the question mark - it reads more confident, more ‘I know you do.’) ‘Tell me you feel this.’ (a touch more commanding, but still soft.)

Novel-games

Well, there is a certain context to it. I think you might see it differently once you're in the scene.

Sombrero

I don't know how much the context helps, but the photog scenes always feel empty and pointless to me, including the previous vip special. For me, so far, context has not been significant. Actual sex with real climax in front of a camera? Again, what is the point? The difference between that and prostitution is a distinction without a difference for the actors. That is how it feels to me. A hierarchy: Loving sex casual sex video game sex porn actor's sex prostitution sex watching a cameraman take pictures of video game porn actor's sex . Wake me when it is over.

Novel-games

But that doesn't mean you shouldn't do them. You're not alone. They have a lot of fans.

Sombrero

Understood. As you balance priorities, I want to add my bit to the other side of the scale.

Bea

Sombrero, do allow me to quote M. Proust - ‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.’

Sombrero

Ah, my dear, you may always quote Proust to me. Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us. If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two. So let us make reality endurable with love. With that much, old eyes will do. Finally, I would say the porn guy under her had really licked her pussy when that was not part of the script, it could at least have been a genuine response. As for me, fakery is not sexy.

Bea

Sombrero, I am delighted - your first two lines are Proust, aren’t they? Quoted endlessly because they’re simply too delicious not to be. And yes, before you ask - I did get a little lost in "In Search of Lost Time". Not emotionally, just… structurally. There are afternoons when even I must admit that Proust’s sentences feel like being trapped in a very elegant, very perfumed maze. But then you stumble upon a fragment so exquisite you forgive him everything. A bit like certain men, or games really. :) But here’s the thing, Sombrero - Proust would have adored this little game of ours. Because everything here - the characters, the poses, the dramatic lighting, the conveniently tragic backstories - is pretend. A performance. A beautifully orchestrated as‑if. And yet… It’s our imagination -sometimes gently nudged, sometimes shamelessly manipulated by Novel -that gives these characters truth, breath, pulse. That makes them compelling. Not because of what they do, but because of what we imagine they might do. Or almost did. Or would have done if the camera had lingered half a second longer. Even the stillness becomes suggestive. Even the silence becomes narrative. Even the absence becomes erotic. That’s the Proustian trick: the machine generates the animation, but we generate the desire. And suddenly this artificial (fake?) world - this coded, rendered, GPU‑warmed reality - fills itself with feeling, exactly as Proust insisted it must. Not because it is real, but because we are. Grandfather Camus would probably mutter something about revolt and tenderness in the face of absurdity. I, on the other hand, will simply say: Darling, with the right imagination, even old eyes will do. :)

Sombrero

There is a place where Proust is right. Higher animals evolved care for offspring and a life mate (mostly among certain birds) because that gives a species an evolutionary advantage. That is where it all began. But humans were at one time in danger of using intelligence to see too clearly the essential cruelty of nature, and in the face of such suffering (before modern medicine) to decide the struggle was not worth it. So it was necessary to add spirituality to offset that vision of cruelty and passion to motivate the length of care from both parents that human offspring needed to reach breeding age. All that over eons of evolution. Proust seems to not have that essential passion. He sees through the evolutionary tricks and does not help us replace it with anything. On the other hand I have not actually read Remembrance of Things Past (I like that title better). Apparently it was essentially about the enormous changes that the decline of the aristocracy and the rise of the middle classes caused in France. That plus establishing the stream of consciousness literary technique, among many other ideas in the 7 volumes. So he had many things on his mind during a turbulent time, as he fought with severe asthma at a time when there was little help for it. As for me, if passion and love were gifts given us to help us find meaning in life, it is not necessary to despise them because of that. If that is what we need, fair enough. I see passion lacking in the photog scenes. People in passion don't act like that. They don't believe in what they are doing, so I can't either. God bless the guy who licks the pussy when the script did not call for that. And hey, Tyler, you need to get busy and feel more of Lilliana's bottom. More than feel it, in fact. Caress it, explore it, penetrate it.