I think I may have an unnatural addiction to pornography.
When I was 22, I was in love with a crush from high school. Recently back from time in the Marines, Brian was chiseled, tan, and beautiful. I could not keep my hands off of him. He and I enjoyed the best sex I've ever had. He was deliciously kinky, as was I. But, I'll save the stories about latex gloves and cookie dough rolls for another day, this is about porn.
Brian and I watched a whole lot of porn. Every weekend, I would drive the 25 miles to his house with my overnight bag and plenty of lube. Dinner was made, sometimes we ate, sometimes we fucked on the table. Soon, we would settle in to the viewing of the naughty tapes.
He was a porno connoisseur of sort. The tapes (yeah, I'm freakin' old) numbered in the dozens, with vivid covers depicting light bondage, a bit of anal, and girls with mouths around a disembodied penis. He would carefully select our movie and there we were, naked, waiting for the fun to begin. He was my pusher, and I was hooked.
I began to watch on my own. I've spent hours on my laptop, searching for the most bizarre films I can find. Hardcore, S & M, role playing, I even watched a girl fuck a horse. And one time a dog. It was weird, and I know I should be appalled, but I couldn't turn away. I don't smoke, I reason, so this could be my vice.
Besides, I don't sit here, jacking off in a tube sock like some kind of weirdo.
I've become very comfortable telling people I watch porn. I scoff at women that turn their noses up at a mere mention of a money shot. I use porn lingo in the workplace to either arouse my coworkers or make them feel uncomfortable. I like who I am, and I like porn, so you can suck it. And when you do, I would really enjoy watching.