If i watch porn i do find it ruins sex to some degee. You may not be satisfied with the stuff your women will allow you to do and want to try porn type shit. Alot of women are very conservative.
I've also experienced the opposite, or that's kind of how I feel about it. But when I'm in a intimate relationship I generally watch very, very little porn, as the sex itself is infinitely better than masturbating to some images and sounds. In order words, I become so satisfied with making love, as they say, to (really "with" is more accurate than "to" but you get the idea) my significant other that I begin to lose any interest in porn - only using it or masturbating when I'm not having sex because I've been separated from my s.o. for whatever period of time (i.e. business trips), just because I prefer monogamy to more sexually open shall we say relationships.
I've also begun to realize that, generally speaking, very little of what I see in the porn I'm aroused by is something I'd actually want to do irl. I'm a simple guy I guess. Experimenting with lots of different positions, lots and lots and lots of oral sex (on my part at least, never been obsessed with getting fellatio, but imho there is absolutely nothing better than the taste of my opposite number's sex organs or the satisfaction her satisfaction gives me), vibrators or whatever tool works to help my s.o. achieve orgasm, with a little exhibitionism thrown in for good measure (such as sex at dusk in swanky public park, or the editorial room for your school newspaper during off hours. Whenever I've tried some of the more "exotic" shall we say sexual encounters with my partner (even something more exotic, even marginally so as anal sex) I've actually become flaccid, if there is a word for that, and generally turned off.
I guess a large part of what I dig about sex is the shared intimacy between two people, making orgasms a team effort, the sort of stuff you just can't get without another's involvement.
Iono, but I'm also the kinda guy that is a sucker for holding hands with a pretty girl, whether we're walking in some private garden or museum or down the main drag of the North End in Boston, I'm suuuch a sucker for little signs of affection like that - even, while we walk past a group of Red Cross volunteers soliciting folks for blood donations, holding hands while I raise my free hand and yell at the volunteers, IV drug user so that they'll shut up and never ask me again (actually worked, and was certainly good for a laugh).
And spooning, can't forget spooning... But I digress. What were we talking about again
