There’s a reason all porn looks the same. They WANT you to think this is the only kind of porn that exists.
Back in college, my boyfriend needed to watch porn while we did it. I wasn’t too sexually experienced at the time, assumed it was somewhat normal, but was a bit horrified that he was eventually gonna expect me to do what was going on in the videos.
Once, when I was about seven, I told a play-date, “I have to go punish myself.”
There’s a tendency to think of us as semi-mythical creatures who only come out at night and who don’t exist in the prosaic humdrum world of everyday life.
In the stories I had heard and read about, the women used eBay to mail the panties out. But I figured, why not cut out the shipping cost and just give them to the guy?
I stayed with an Internet “camwhore” and wrote about it.
This wasn’t something I chose or wanted. I just had it.
Sometimes “Ben” slouches in his desk. Could he be more sexy?
I love eating very caloric, rich foods and I practically squeal with glee if I see the numbers on the scale climb. I like being called piggy, requested to oink and being accused of being gluttonous and lazy.
“Some like to be humiliated and then have pictures of them doing these tasks posted online.”