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- Hentai is better than porn, and I can point out multiple reasons on why my statement is a solid fact. Firstly, hentai allows for people to escape the boundaries of normal porn, as they are not bound by any physical, psychological, or plain impossible limitations that normal porn has due to being filmed in the real world. Hentai, on the other hand, is not bound by anything, as it is either drawn or animated. This allows for the absolute creativity for hentai artists to be able to have when crafting their works in order to pleasure another person. Secondly, hentai is able to have better stories. In normal porn, you have all the same types of stories, such as incest. And, most porn actors are just plain shitty. Hentai (more notably doujinshi) is able to surpass this through the fact that there is no need for acting from anybody for them, meaning that the scenes in them are perfect and immersive. Thirdly, hentai requires mental gymnastics. In porn, you’re imagining in the third dimension, which is too weak as we are already living in the third dimension. In hentai, you are thinking in the second, making it harder to put yourself in one of the characters shoes, and thereby requiring more mental strength in order to get off to. And, finally, hentai is art. All porn is is just a bunch of fake ass acting with some random guy holding a camera to film them. Hentai artists, on the other hand, require years and years to get good at art, and each single frame (or panel, depending on whether it is animated or not) is hand drawn, which involves way more effort to do than simply filming people in the act. Due to all of these points, with hentai not being bound by real life limitations, having better, more creative stories, requiring mental gymnastics to get off to, and requiring more effort and literally being art, I can now conclude that hentai is better than porn.
- "You can touch them. Or me. I don't mind, Master," Ahsoka said, throwing all caution to the wind in the heat of the moment. "I know you like me like that. You always get so protective when some of the guys in the 501st tease me - so does Rex. And Master Obi-Wan. I always feel so safe with you. But ... I wouldn't mind feeling some other way with you, too." Anakin was blinking a lot, all of the sudden. It was not as though he hadn't thought about it, of course - marriage aside, Padme knew he had forays with other partners since their private ceremony on Naboo; she even probably knew that he'd used sex as a bargaining tool, and probably would again. It was not something their relationship had had specific boundaries set up regarding, as such, but at some point, Anakin could fuzzily recall appreciating that Padme received sexual release from her handmaidens on a fairly regular basis. Sex with anyone else was really just a placeholder until they could see each other again. And yet, it was different with Ahsoka. She was technically legal in the Core System, now, and more significantly so in the Outer Rim, where child slavery was all but commonplace, and at her age, Anakin had done much worse than sleep with (well, fuck) his Master. At the same time, there was something innocent about Ahsoka, something a bit naive that growing up in bondage on Tatooine seemed to have milked out of him. Ahsoka was spirited and cute, and Anakin wasn't sure he could forgive himself for taking that away from her. Sometimes, it was nice to have her sunny outlook when things were otherwise very grim. Sensing his hesitance, Ahsoka, in a true act of desperation, shoved her hands underneath her breasts, lifting them up as if in offering. For good measure, she thumbed her nipples, and Anakin could see her bite her lip as the feeling traveled to her groin. "Mmf," she offered, and then smiled meekly at him. It took Anakin two long strides to reach the tub. He kneeled carefully in front of it, and in front of the tiny Togruta girl who looked at him excitedly as if she had gotten her way. Unable to resist completely, Anakin reached out with his real hand and cupped one of her breasts, and then the other, flicking at Ahsoka's nipples a few times. She moaned at him wantonly, and Anakin could see her spread her legs in the water slightly. He smiled and stroked her cheek. "You're very pretty, Snips," he murmured, and Ahsoka's smile flagged a little as she seemed to brace herself for disappointment. "I just ... can't do it yet. I'm sorry. I just don't think you're ready yet." Ahsoka's eyes were wide, and Anakin was terrified that she would start crying. "I thought that you thought I was a good Padawan," she said, her voice nary above a whisper. "Did I do something wrong?" "Of course not," Anakin assured her. He moved his hands away, not wanting her to continue getting the wrong idea. "when the time is right," he offered again vaguely; "When you're ready, I will be ready." He stood and walked towards the door. Ahsoka harrumphed. "So when will that be?" she demanded, a tiny bit sexually charged at this point, and more than a little frustrated at what she perceived as her Master's apathy.