You Are Your Own Porn

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You just don't know it yet.

Get right to the edge, to the point where one feather touch would send you over, ruin everything. Stop.

Look at yourself.

Use a mirror if you can. Look at you.

Chest heaving.

Legs quivering.

Throbbing.

Heart beating between your legs.

Mess pooling, sticky, filling the air.

You. Are. Porn.

And it fucking makes you want to sink \\\*deeper\\\*, doesn't it?

Use it.

You are the fuel for your next edge. Video yourself. Make the noises you want to hear from your porn. Get sloppier. Louder. Deeper.

Closer.

Play it back. Watch yourself. The throes of pleasure, denial, discipline. Use yourself. Get the next edge. And the next.

And the next.

You are your own porn.