Girl on the Net

What’s that old joke? That if you sit on one of your hands until it goes numb, when you wank it feels like someone else is doing it. I’ve never tried that, but recently I discovered some pretty excellent sensations while synchronising sex to porn, which I’m going to call the Rubber Hand Illusion Of Fucking.

Have you heard of the Rubber Hand Illusion? Essentially, a two-handed participant sits in front of a table, and places one of their hands in a box. Their hand, and the box, is covered with a cloth, and a fake rubber hand is placed roughly where their real hand would be. Someone else then strokes the middle finger of their hidden hand at the same time as stroking the middle finger on the fake hand. After a while, the participant begins to feel as if the fake hand is their own, mistakenly ‘feeling’ touches on the rubber hand, because their brain is telling them that the fake hand is actually real.

Pretty neat, right? Imagine if you could do that with your genitals! Well, you can.

The Rubber Hand Illusion… but with fucking

The porn scene we’re watching isn’t especially creative in terms of camera angles – that’s mostly why it works so well for this. We see a woman lying on her back on a table, legs spread and feet tucked up by her shoulders somewhere, cunt open and getting fucked by a faceless cock. He begins slowly – in and out. Wet and firm and steady.

I’m bent over the sofa, face down. Naked, like she is. Cunt spread, like hers is.

I know these are my sensations. I can feel his dick, just the way I usually can. Thick and hard and penetrating me to just the depth it always does.

But something, this time, feels different.

Initially we’re not matching their pace, but after a short period of quickfire fucking – the kind we normally do to porn – I feel my partner slow down a little.

He fucks me like she’s getting fucked: wet and firm and steady.

Thanks to the camera angle, which rarely changes, and the consistency of the scene, which resists the urge to switch quickly from fucking to sucking to anal to sucking to fucking to spitting and back again… we can both stare at this hypnotic in-out-in-out and fully immerse ourselves in sensation.

In and out. Wet and firm and steady.

And something about the angle makes this better – that I’m bent over while she’s on her back. I can see his cock slide into her, expect to feel sensation here, then shiver with surprise when in fact it hits me there.

My partner’s dick curves in a similar way to the guy’s on screen, but I’m at a different angle. The itch I expect to be scratched makes way instead for a ripple of pleasure in a slightly higher place.

They speed up, and so do we. In and out. Back and forth. Wet and hard and quick.

And when they slow down, or pause, we slow down too. My partner takes his cock out and presses it gently against my arse, as the guy on screen does with his. That pressure – same-but-different – anchors me again to what’s happening over there.

I can’t work out which one of these people I am.

Eventually, on screen, they switch to anal – his dick slides in slowly, stretching her out and filling her up.

We do the same, but different. His dick slides into my cunt slowly, stretching me out and filling me up.

I was expecting to be stretched. Dry. Nervous. After struggling with anal for a while, I expected this to be the moment I’d have to give up on this hypnotically horny fuck, synchronised perfectly to porn.

But instead, the rubber hand illusion kept us both mesmerised: fucking in and out, wet and firm and steady. Half inside our own bodies, and half-tethered to the bodies on screen.

Knowing some of these sensations were ours, and others were not.

And feeling all of them anyway.