Whatever the reason, you find yourself under the bell of its glass door as you step inside. Wood creaks under you and the walls are littered with genres while the titles themselves are blocked by black bars. Something to keep kids from glancing, you guess, though any child that entered this shop should rightfully be kicked out.
Strangely enough, you can’t seem to leave. Something calls to you, pulling you deeper into the store. There’s no one at the registrar. There’s no one else in the store. Curiosity takes hold as you scour the shelves. Blondes, Redheads, Big Tits, Anal, +18 teens that could be played by women in their twenties or actual 18-year-olds, and more. You stop at the Femdom section, peering through to find it oddly sorted.
Despite its title, Femdom is patriarchal in the porn world. There are outliers, you’re sure, but much of it aims for the male gaze. Given the market of porn, it’s not surprising. Every cover has a bombshell looking back at you. Some in leather, some in latex. Their expressions vary from a sneer of contempt, a look of lust, or, perhaps most rare, a soft smile. They are, first and foremost, the cover of the piece. Where the men fade into the background so you can more easily imagine yourself as them.
All but one follow this trend. You pull it out, a DVD but with a cover aged like a decades-old videotape. There are two figures on the cover. In the background is a mare. Clad in yellow yoga and a green top that scarcely held her breasts, with wavy orange hair that reminds you of the late seventies, maybe the early eighties. Latched to her crotch over those stretchy pants is a long and thick orange strap-on, dripping with lube. Leaning in the doorframe she eyes lustfully at the figure in the forefront. At first you think it’s some butch lesbian with their masculine clothes, but something feels off about that assessment. Both because Lezdom is its own category and female hyenas are taller than the one implied here.
Clad in a green cap and a matching top that slid down to reveal a teal bra stood a pornstar you’ve seen before. Rocky Rhodes, you recall, and sure enough the back of the DVD confirms it. It lists several other pornstars, from Peggy Lou to Ruth the Ruthless, all present in the BDSM scene from your loose knowledge. Scenes on the back depict women with thick strap-ons and lithe men, twinks, or trans women just starting in their careers by marketing themselves as femboys. Men that, for some, didn’t challenge the masculinity of their audience, or perhaps allowed them to act as a surrogate for their arousal without guilt.
Brushing the thoughts of guilt with porn aside, you look back at the title of the porn. B.I.L.P. Boy I’d Love to Peg. Cute, you think. Not a unique premise; pegging is already a category, but a play on M.I.L.F seems fun enough. It’s cheap too, twenty for two hours of action. Separate stories and stars, but no one watched porn for the plot. They had books for that.
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