u/YourMysteriousMinx

I always saw watching porn as a deeply *personal* experience.. something I did in the quiet, empty darkness of my room. A door silently locked. Headphones slipped on. And a body touched in soft ways as to not make a sound. An act that should be hidden, kept private.. something intimate.

Until.. recently.

Finding someone on here whom not only encouraged and fed my wicked addiction but wanted to share in it too. Wanted to introduce me to new desires and ways to experience porn whilst also CRAVING my own personal recommendations.

It began with a PMV. One of my favourite songs looped to mind numbing moans and the sound of hot, wet sex. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. The sounds. The visuals. But knowing there was another soul on the other end feeling it all too. Craving it as much as me. A simple experiment to see if I would enjoy it solidified by one word..

Another.

And so our conversation descended into countdowns to the next clip and brainless babble typed by frantic hands about what was being PUMPED into our very souls through our senses.

Another.

More loops. More moans. More of a rainbow of colour.

Another.

Full porn now. Some of my favourites. Introducing the first video to them that ever got me addicted and more modern favourites that I adore.

Another.

Back to the loops. Mindless now. Numb. Quickfire. Rubbing and relentless. Closer and closer.

Another.

Looped. Manic. Brainless. A Porn Princess.

More. More. More.

The cycle can never be enough. Time never enough to watch it ALL and that's what makes it perfect. So many more movie nights ahead to descended into the darkness. Popcorn and all..

🍿✨️

A misty sun streams through the floral curtains around my window. The glass still splattered by the rain drops of the storm the night before. I rub the sleep from my eyes and notice my wardrobe first. A soft, pink, pastel dress hanging in all it's glory. So sweet. So soft. So pure. A pair of white, flat pumps sit beside it on the floor. Demure. Sensible. Unassuming.

Of course. Today is a Sunday. And Sunday means pews, sermons and hymns.

That outfit used to feel so right.. draped over my body. The golden cross hanging from my neck. Now however, it feels more like a costume.

My eyes casting around the rest of my room. An empty glass of wine sat next to my laptop screen. The monitor still illuminated and lit up from a session a few hours early. The paused screen that of the most perfect, blonde, porn princess running her tongue along a throbbing, leaking shaft.

I shift under my duvet and feel my bare flesh against the soft material. Only coming to realise that.. ah yes.. my night dress lay several feet away from me on the floor. Scrunched up and tossed away from the writhing, hot body that had been adorned in it yesterday evening.

Peeling back the duvet in search of coffee I shudder as I catch my reflection. Four red nail marks scratch from my breasts down to my taut tummy. Images of my head throwing back as a moan echoed from my throat and my body clawed at the sheer LUST burning through it as the PMV looped again through my headset replay in my mind.

I notice my thigh. Black, sharpie marks written across my flesh. Encouraged by another last night lost in the throws of this sin to mark myself with words to remind myself of what I am.

PORN WHORE.

The words smeared but still readable. Still enough to make the spine tingle.

And a giggle. Soft at first. My eyes not looking away from myself but.. admiring. This. This is what devotion was. They can keep their kneeling and their prayer books. No. They don't know what true PASSION is. This, the reflection before me now.. THIS is true commitment to your purpose.

A purpose of pleasure.

So, I will dress up again in a few hours. The stains washed away from my flesh. But the memories still in my mind. And the cross. The ditsy golden cross around my neck. Well, thats seen it all. A symbol of my holy self. A witness to my unholiness.

A secret sinner in disguise.

😈.

Nothing feels as good as *thisssss*. 💕

They tell you it does. They tell you that turning off your screens and going outside is good for you. But.. But.. How can they say that it is better than THIS.

The smile as another notification ✨️ PINGS ✨️ through my phone. The giggle escaping my lips as I scroll and discover new pleasures, kinks and depravity. The kick of my legs in glee when I find partner after partner to click with.. to share with.. to feed with.. to fall with. Souls entangled in sin.

No matter what has kept you away. No matter what has kept you apart from this. You are ALL so giddy and eager to welcome people in.

💕 T 🥰 H 💕 A 🥰 N 💕 K 🥰 Y 💕 O 🥰 U 💕

Thank you for having me back. Thank you for making me WORSE.

Thank you for pulling me back in. Thank you for never letting me go.

Here is to more and more and moreeeee.

Today I descend. Tomorrow I go further. Forever I stay entranced.

Your.. G.. G.. GOOD GOONETTE.

❤️💋

My eyes have blinked open today. Hazy and sore from staring at screens all day yesterday. From scrolling and replying to spending the evening with a glass of wine in one hand, my legs splayed around my laptop, and my other hand frantically rubbing as if I was against the clock. The colours. The sights. The sounds. All burning themselves into my brain.

My body is sore. My wrist feels tired. My fingers ache from tip tapping on screens to each BUZZ and wicked red dot notification that appeared. I can cast my eyes around my room to the crumpled up pair of black skinny jeans in the corner. The torn off socks discarded this way and that. The underwear hanging from the top of my mirror, kicked with such force off my feet it was like I was taking the winning penalty at a World Cup.

My laptop still whirs on my desk. Too exhausted to have turned it off it still loops the playlist I discovered. The hypnotic beats. The creative mash of porn into a twisted PMV. If I listen closely I can hear the moans and groans dimly still playing through my headphones.

Moving my duvet I can see the nail marks on my chest. A throw of passion clawing at my own flesh as I writhed and shivered to another wave of pleasure rocking through me. A little giggle escaping my lips at the sheer ridiculous visual of a cross dangling from my neck above this broken and corrupted body of mine. The sins we hide, huh?

And yet.. even with all that. The first thing on my mind this morning was to pick up my phone and scroll. To see the smut I had been missing as I slept. My teeth biting down into my lip and save, save, saving a whole bunch for later on. Because there is no stopping this craving now. SHE is out of her binds. And SHE only wants pleasure. That addictive goonette inside of me. The one I've always tried to shun and ignore. To pass off as a fleeting phase. No. SHE is hungry now and her appetite can never be satiated.

So some may see Saturday, one so lovely as this as the sun streams in and kisses my bare flexing toes, as a day of doing things. Seeing friends. Cleaning. Cooking. Organising for the week ahead. And yet I see it as another day of delicious depravity. A house to myself. A world of wicked wonder to explore. A soul craving more.. more.. and more. Days like today are days built for sin. So I call to you, fellow reader, to cancel those plans.. forget thay trip.. ignore those chores and..

SCROLL. ✨️ SURRENDER ✨️ SIN.

It is what we are here for. It is what we are meant for.

Pleasure is OUR purpose.

Have a sweet Saturday and happy sinning.

❤️✨️