u/National_Picture_527

Looking for someone I can nonstop flood with porn while we both spiral even deeper into our addictions together

This all went down during the first week of May 2026. As most of you know by now, I’m currently carrying my boss’s child. I’ve reached that point in the pregnancy where actual sex has become pretty awkward and difficult. Naturally, my boss has been incredibly pent-up and frustrated lately (the man’s sex drive is basically nonstop). So it wasn’t shocking when he asked if he could start seeing other women. I’d been fine with it before, so I had no problem with it now. That’s why I wasn’t surprised at all when I walked in on him fucking our 19-year-old intern right on his desk. The poor girl had her skirt hiked up, tits completely exposed, and was desperately biting down on her own panties to stay quiet. I totally understood the attraction, I saw exactly what he saw in her. He pulled her hair, turned her head toward me, and asked if she thought I was beautiful. She let out a muffled "yes." Without missing a beat, he told her, "Good. Because you’re going to look just like her soon." I shot him a raised eyebrow while she looked back at me in shock. Still, I decided to jump in and comfort her. I gently played with her breasts as she latched onto mine and drank quite a bit of my milk. I held her close, kissed her softly, and right as he finished deep inside her from behind, I whispered into her ear, "I really hope you’re on birth control." Well… she announced her pregnancy last Friday. So I guess she wasn’t.

I’m back to being single and having fun dating and hooking up with people. It’s been a good time so far. Last night I went on a first date with a guy I’ll call "Josh." He was about 5’10", 180 pounds, with brown hair, a really fit and muscular build, and super lean. He was hilarious, genuinely nice, and just an all-around solid dude. We clicked right away and ended up heading back to his place after the date. Things had gone so well that I’d already decided I was going to ride him hard by the end of the night. He wasn’t very forward, so I took the lead and kept pushing things forward. He clearly liked me being in control. Before long I was completely naked on my knees, pulling his boxers down. He started to say something but didn’t get the chance — as soon as his boxers hit the floor, there it was, maybe six inches from my face: a fully hard, rock-solid 1-inch dick. No exaggeration. It was almost as thick as it was long, which made it look pretty comical. I was a bit surprised at first, but I figured if anyone deserved a blowjob, it was him. I took it in my mouth and literally less than 30 seconds later he was shooting down my throat. I swallowed it all. He turned out to be a total gentleman and immediately went down on me to return the favor. I think he was trying extra hard to make up for what he was working with, because holy shit, his tongue game was straight-up Olympic level. I came like five times in maybe five minutes. Might be a new personal record. After that he asked if he could fuck me. After a performance like that, there was no way I was saying no. When he slid in, I honestly couldn’t feel anything, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, grinding away happily. He came pretty fast again, but by that point I was already floating way too high to care. Just putting it out there, I’m 100% seeing him again. I’ve been getting into this new kink where I love making guys eat their own creampie out of me. If he’s down to do that, micropenis or not, he might stick around for a while.

About a year ago, someone made a request for videos where people weren't supposed to hook up but ended up doing so anyway. There was a comment that listed nearly 50 or 60 titles, but unfortunately, that comment has since been removed.

Not too long ago, I started seeing this guy I met through a friend. There was this undeniable chemistry between us, with every chat layered in a subtle sexual tension that we both felt. As things progressed, we took our connection to the next level, and the intimacy was nothing short of incredible—passionate, raw, and just the right amount of edgy. One evening, during our typical flirty conversations, we began discussing fantasies. I jokingly threw out the idea of "free use." To my surprise, he was totally on board. The thought of him being able to claim me whenever he wanted, like I was his own personal plaything? It sent shivers down both our spines.So, I made him a proposition: he could have one free use pass, allowing him to show up unannounced whenever he felt like it, and I would be ready. No questions asked, no second thoughts.A few days later, I got a text: "I’m using my pass. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. "My heart raced. I quickly got up, stripped down to nothing, left the door unlocked, and just waited. When I heard the front door swing open, I didn’t utter a word. I stood there in the hallway, completely exposed, flashing him a sly grin as our eyes locked.The expression on his face? Pure desire. He didn’t bother with a greeting. He simply approached me, seized me, and bent me over the nearest surface, claiming what was his. No foreplay, no chit-chat—just raw, primal, exhilarating passion. And the craziest part? I savored every moment of being utterly vulnerable, completely available, and entirely at his mercy. It’s definitely not something I’d do with just anyone, but with him? It was absolutely perfect.

The walls in my apartment are ridiculously thin and now I’m dying from embarrassment. Last night I was high, wearing headphones, watching a movie, and very distracted doing… other things 😭 I had no idea how much noise I was making because between the weed and the headphones I was completely in my own world. Apparently at some point my landlord knocked on my door to ask me something about a repair issue, but I never heard him. Later he texted saying he had stopped by and then randomly asked if I was okay. I immediately panicked because now I’m convinced he heard me the entire time. I told him I was sick and didn’t hear the knocking because I genuinely could not think of anything else to say. Now I can’t stop replaying the situation in my head feeling mortified… but also weirdly turned on by the thought that he might have realized exactly what was going on 😭

What exactly comes with the subscription? Like, does it include access to Thundercock and Tonight’s Girlfriend, or do those require their own separate subscriptions?

I grew up in the Episcopal church and have always considered myself Christian, though lately I’ve been thinking more seriously about deepening my faith. That’s actually where my confusion starts. My husband has recently become much more devoted spiritually and has been really focused on becoming a better, more God-centered man and husband. The strange part is that seeing him like this is affecting me in a way I didn’t expect. Hearing him talk about scripture or speak passionately about faith gives me this intense fluttery feeling that feels more physical than spiritual, and I honestly don’t know what to make of it. It feels wrong that something meant to be holy is stirring those kinds of feelings in me. I can’t tell if this is normal, unhealthy, or something I should feel guilty about, but it’s been messing with my head a lot lately.

My fingers are parted wide as I keep circling my clit nonstop. After those drinks, I’m honestly hooked on edging myself until I finally explode. My mind is racing with every filthy thing I wanna do to my own body, and it’s got me soaking even more.

I’ve been dating my boyfriend for almost two years now (I’m 23, he’s 24). Before him, I had only been with one other person sexually, while he’s had several previous partners, including long-term relationships and casual hookups. This is actually the longest relationship either of us has had. A few nights ago we were having one of those open conversations about intimacy, things we enjoy, stuff we’d maybe want to explore, etc. During the conversation he admitted that he doesn’t think we’re completely sexually compatible, which honestly caught me off guard because I thought our sex life was really good. He explained that one of the biggest turn-ons for him is making his partner orgasm during penetration specifically, and I can’t orgasm that way. To be clear, he absolutely does make me orgasm through other things, and I’m genuinely satisfied sexually. Usually it involves oral, a vibrator, or some kind of clitoral stimulation during sex. I’ve never felt sexually neglected by him at all. But he told me all of his previous girlfriends were able to orgasm from penetration alone. I pointed out that most women actually can’t, and that it’s pretty common to need clitoral stimulation too. He said he believes that’s true in general, but it still stood out to him because his past partners supposedly could. A couple days later I had a gynecologist appointment and ended up bringing it up because I’d started feeling insecure about it. When I mentioned that my boyfriend said all his exes could orgasm from penetration, my doctor basically stopped me and said that a lot of women fake orgasms, especially when they feel pressure to satisfy their partner, and that it was very possible at least some of them were pretending. Last night I repeated that conversation to my boyfriend, mostly trying to reassure myself that I wasn’t "broken" or abnormal. But he took it really personally and acted like I was implying he was bad in bed. I told him I had no way of knowing whether they faked it or not, just that it was possible. Then I made things worse. I admitted that early in our relationship I faked an orgasm once when he was going down on me. It felt good, but mentally I just wasn’t fully into it that night and I didn’t know how to communicate that at the time. I’ve never done it again since then. He got really upset after hearing that and ended up going home instead of staying over like we planned. He hasn’t responded to my texts today and now I’m sitting here wondering if I completely ruined things.

This morning I woke up super early and ridiculously horny. My boyfriend was passed out on his side facing me, snoring away peacefully (he’d had quite a bit to drink last night). I got this mischievous idea to try and make him finish without waking him up at all. I slowly slid down under the covers, moving as carefully as possible so I wouldn’t disturb anything. I started softly licking his cock with gentle little strokes, trying to get him hard. It took a couple of minutes, but he eventually started getting stiff. Once he was ready, I eased the head into my mouth and kept working him with slow, light sucking and swirling my tongue—super careful not to be too rough because I was determined to pull this off. He didn’t move a single inch the whole time. After about twelve minutes of gentle sucking, he came right in my mouth while still sound asleep and snoring the entire time. When he finally woke up later, I casually asked how his night was. He told me he had this wild dream that Sabrina Carpenter gave him head backstage after one of her shows . Then he mentioned he was sure he’d had a wet dream because he could feel it, but there was no mess anywhere in the bed… Little did he know it all ended up in my mouth instead!

Just finished an intense session with her. She started so focused and resistant, repeating her mantras like a good girl but after the third trigger her eyes began to glaze over. Nothing hotter than watching intelligence drain away into mindless submission.