Everybody was against it. Though I was all for it. I admired the recklessness of the characters and the arousal it gave to my body was irresistible.
I started to want more whenever I felt low.Now one episode was just like a trailer to me. I needed like four or five or even seven, but damn! Locking myself in my room with my laptop for a whole day sounded even better.
Untill I could no longer concentrate without a visit to porn hub I was now swimming in massive addition. An addiction which was a conversation I could not hold with anyone. Maybe I should tell mum about it,but she will just panic and call me a chronic sex maniac.Dad might be more understanding, but no! He will definitely call me uncultured
.What about my sister who has always been my confidant, she is the best to confide in but oops she is never home from the woods. Turns out I can only be miserable and empty.
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