I'm a twenty-something, beautiful, successful female in a relationship. While the everyday norms attempt to dictate my lifestyle, I simply laugh, because honestly, there's nothing normal about my lifestyle.
Every day at lunch, I come home, begin cooking or heating said lunch, then hop on the computer to watch porn so I can masturbate. This isn't weird, you say. Maybe normal, even. It's the KIND of porn I watch that is rather disturbing.
I can't get off anymore unless I'm watching a shemale cumming with a straight male, a woman getting an animal off, a man getting off on or getting off an animal, or, worst of all, identical twins (male or female) having sex and enjoying it. If these scenarios aren't convincing enough, I turn to my own imagination which is far sicker than any porn on the internet, and upon which I can always rely.
Not only that, but I've been masturbating with orgasm since I was at least three years old. Sometimes in my recent years I've had orgasms so powerful they were almost painful or a nuisance, lasting minutes of intense convulsions.
It really is no wonder my boyfriend can't get me off.
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