My Horny Hentai Hobbyist: A Fantasy Creation

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Hello, naughty ones. You already know how hentai first slipped into my life one lazy night, courtesy of Ryan, my horny hentai hobbyist. But what you don’t know is what happened next.

Ryan moved from downloading clips and bookmarking scenes to designing his own. He was quiet about it at first. Now I know when he’d disappear in his home office, he was tinkering with models, editing animation loops, building characters, and so on. But at the time, I had no idea, until I caught a glimpse of the screen and saw her.

Her mouth? Mine. Her hair? Messy, the way mine is after we fooled around.

Still, I asked, “Is that… me?”

My horny Hentai hobbyist didn’t even look guilty. Just smirked and said, “Of course it is.”

I was shocked as I watched this animated version of me crawling across the floor, hips swaying, eyes wide as “I” got pulled into the arms of some enormous, gray-skinned thing with glowing eyes and a cock that shouldn’t fit anywhere. But it did. He made sure it did.

Every thrust, every whimper, every detail had been perfectly timed to my breathing, my moans, my movements. He’d filmed us and studied me to be sure everything was perfect. And that’s when I really realized he was creating every kinky fantasy he had of us.

My Horny Hentai Hobbyist Made His Art Part Of Our Sex Life

We’d fuck, and he’d whisper ideas in my ear. Then the next night, I’d see it played out in his newest clip. I’d be on all fours, bent over a throne, chained and dripping, or suspended midair with purple tendrils wrapped around my thighs, stuffed from every angle.

And it was for our eyes only. No sharing. No streams. Just me and my horny hentai hobbyist enjoying every over-the-top fantasy we couldn’t quite make real.

For instance, one night, he pulled me into the hallway after dinner, shoved my panties down, and pushed my face to the wall while our food got cold.

He growled, “Don’t move.” Then he started fucking me hard and deep with one hand tight on my throat and the other in my hair while he told me I was better than anything he’d ever drawn.

“My perfect fuckdoll, right here in my hands.”

I came hard, legs shaking, while he held me there, throbbing inside me.

The following day, my horny hentai hobbyist created a new flick featuring us fucking the day before. But he also added a tiny tentacle sliding between my legs, curling around my clit as I came.

Sometimes he’d pull me onto his lap while the animation played and whisper in my ear: “That’s you. That’s how you looked when you came.”  And I’d melt, every single time.

He still makes them. Secret folders. Private access. Just for us. And when I watch them—really watch them—I don’t see a cartoon anymore. I see a masterpiece created by my horny hentai hobbyist.

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