Porn In The Corner – I Can’t Stop Playing With Myself

Always On

Buying my first house wasn’t as simple as I anticipated.  Ending up with a little strange fixer upper that had sat vacant for months really wasn’t my dream come true.  The previous owner had pulled a vanishing act, leaving behind secrets, a handful of unpaid bills and most curiously, a massive outdated television built into the wall of the living room.  As soon as the electric was turned on, the TV powered up by itself and begin humming like it had a pulse.  The screen glowed pale blue, then slowly blooming with color.  And now, I have porn in the corner.  Continuously.

The Channel – Porn In The Corner

Day and night, the flickering images of bodies twisting, gyrating, grinding, moaning and frolicking.  Porn in the corner has become a regular in my new home.  Unable to turn it off or even turn it down, I am normalizing the graphic constant sexual parade.  And the more I find myself drawn in.  In the middle of the day, I sit on the couch with a glass of wine, my legs spread wide open.  Uninhibited.  Playing with my arsenal of sex toys.  I have no shame.  There is a kind of freedom in having porn in the corner all hours of the day and night.

I’m spending more time at home than I ever have.  Oftentimes remaining naked all day or slipping into my sexiest lingerie.  I’ve placed a mirror directly in front of my couch so I can glance over and watch as I’m pleasuring myself.  I often mimic the sexy women in the porn in the corner.  Their sensual movements, their moans, and even their expressions.  Sometimes, I feel like they are watching me instead of the other way around.  For the girls I see again and again, it’s almost like a tryst with the mistress.  I never imagined having porn in the corner would become so sexually gratifying.

My Late Night Obsession

Last night, while lying on the rug in front of the screen, I came so hard and intense to a very salacious scene involving several black men with massive cocks and a sexy petite blonde who looked a lot like me.  She appeared to be staring right through me.  “Tell me what you want.”   She said breathlessly.

The sounds from the porn in the corner are beginning to bleed into my every hour.  I can hear them even when I leave the house.  Faint panting, low groans in my ears making me want to cum everywhere I go.  I can’t wait to get home and start touching myself.  The porn in the corner is not just porn. It’s artful.  Dreamlike.  Fingers trailing thighs.  Huge cocks disappearing into tight, wet and ready pussies begging for a pounding.  Bodies….writhing, slick, beautiful bodies.  Wet skin on skin.  The scenes from the porn in the corner call to me.  Endless, surreal, unfolding with a hypnotic rhythm. There are no names, no stories, no explaining.  Only Sensations that vibrate through me, warming every liquid inside me.

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