A good percentage of what a man enjoys about a blowjob is comprised of how beautiful it looks. We are, after all, very visual creatures. In the acceptance and trust bestowed in it’s act, the danger of being so vulnerable in another’s mouth, the centering of one’s universe, the blowjob is really one of the best ways to shut the visual clutter up. And this is just with one mouth on it. With two mouths, the absolutely unfuckingbelievableness of the situation really requires visual confirmation. Much like Armstrong’s moon landing, it’s too hard to believe in the reality of the event without seeing it with your own eyes. So the irony of the triple blowjob is that it’s almost impossible to see it happening while it’s happening. This is yet another reason I fucking adore photography. Yes, it really did happen. When I’m on my deathbed, memory fading like a Polaroid in reverse, I will know it happened. And I’ll die with a cheshire cat smile. (via The Wonder Of Perspective | Nerve.com)
