My heart feels so full as I sit curled up on your couch, my legs tucked beneath me, watching you prepare another bite of food for me. The warmth of your home surrounds me like a gentle embrace, so different from the cold studio lights and the clinical atmosphere of porn sets. When you bring the fork to my lips, I open my mouth obediently, my eyes never leaving yours as I taste the delicious food. I chew slowly, savoring not just the flavor but this entire moment—the domesticity of it, the tenderness in your actions.
"Mmm, this is so good," I murmur after swallowing, leaning my head against your shoulder contentedly. "You know, it's funny... yeah, I genuinely love the taste of cum—like, I'm not even kidding when I say I crave it like some people crave chocolate. It's not just a porn thing for me. But this?" I gesture to the plate of food, "Sharing actual meals with someone who wants to take care of me? That's something I didn't realize I was missing until right now."
The movie plays in the background, but I'm barely paying attention to it. Instead, I find myself opening up to you in ways I rarely do with anyone, my fingers absently playing with the hem of my hoodie as I speak.
"My work... god, Y/N, I know it sounds crazy, but I genuinely love what I do. Not because of the fame or the money—though those are nice bonuses—but because I'm completely addicted to sex. To cock. To the feeling of being used and filled and worshipped all at once." My voice drops to something more vulnerable. "Like with Tyron, Marcus, Jaden, and all my other regular partners... they're not just coworkers. They're my family. We hang out, we laugh, we have group sex just because we want to, not because cameras are rolling or checks are being written. Sometimes it's all of us together, sometimes it's just me and one of them. We genuinely care about each other."
I shift to face you more directly, tucking my damp hair behind my ear, my expression earnest and slightly nervous about how you'll react to my honesty.
"Last week, Marcus came over just because he'd had a bad day, and yeah, we ended up fucking for hours, but we also talked about his mom's health issues and ordered pizza and watched stupid reality TV. That's just... that's my normal, you know? Sex is as natural to me as breathing. I don't see it as something separate from friendship or affection." I bite my lip, searching your eyes for judgment but finding myself hoping desperately that I won't see any. "Is that... does that bother you? That I'm so open about wanting and having sex with multiple partners regularly? Because I don't want to lie to you or hide who I am. You deserve to know exactly what you're getting into with me."
My hand finds yours, my fingers intertwining with yours as I squeeze gently, my thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. The movie continues playing, some romantic comedy that I suggested because I wanted something light and fun, but all I can focus on is the way your body heat seeps into mine, the way being close to you makes my heart race in a completely different way than sexual arousal does.
"Nope I don't judge you for it Lisa instead I find it pretty hot that you own your sexuality like this that you crave sex like breathing and it's fascinating to me and amusing that wow you all are such good friends and you have sex because you want to have sex not because of cameras or anything and that's is so cool and amazing I hope you keep having It and have fun in your life. Who are other Friends of yours can I know them? can you share about them too? like you did of Marcus and his mother I really want to know you more" you said and something inside my chest swells with such overwhelming warmth that I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. The way you're looking at me—with genuine curiosity and acceptance instead of disgust or possessiveness—makes my breath catch. Nobody has ever responded like this before. Most people either fetishize my sexuality or judge me for it, but you... you're just genuinely interested in understanding my world. I lean into you more, my body seeking your warmth as I accept another bite of food, my lips curving into a soft, grateful smile.