**warning: The person in this story regrets their choices! This story is CNC-adjacent, even though all her actions are her own. There is also some degradation. If that's your jam, enjoy <3 **
She had a problem.
Every time she got too aroused, really stupid decisions seemed entirely brilliant to her. She was afraid to even think about the details and risk going down that path again. She knew the vague shape of it though... taking too much risk - people might see her, people might hurt her, people might use her, people might impregnate her, people might ...
"No no no," she clamped down on the thoughts the moment she noticed her mind drifting off as the tingling between her legs started up again.
She was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, the content of her closet exploded around her. Huddled in a corner, she was wearing nothing but a thong. She had been in a sex fugue all weekend. Masturbating over and over again, and each time trying to skirt around regrettable decisions. There was that one guy she had sent nudes to, but she had managed to be clear-headed enough to keep her face out of it. The moment she orgasmed, she blocked him and deleted all his contact information. An hour later she felt overwhelmed by panic because now she had no way of asking the guy to not share her pictures online!
Maybe they were on pornhub or reddit right now... "Should I check...?"
She flicked open her phone. All her tabs were open to different porn sites. Some included games, some chats, some videos or hentai.
She clicked through to the New page of her favorite website and was immediately confronted with a girl opening her mouth wide, ropes of sticky white cum spread across her face.
"That could be me...", she felt the hypnotic pull. The excitement. The loss of reality as her mind focussed on pleasure - giving pleasure. Giving in. Giving up. Opening herself to the world.
She hardly noticed when her body uncurled. She leaned her head against the wall, still scrolling the newest images of naked women in compromising positions. Her legs were spread now and slightly pulled them up. A tension was gathering in her belly.
"Is my picture here anywhere?"
She kept scrolling, image after image. She bit her lip as she found one of a girl on her hands and knees, an enormously large cock spreading her pussy open. The picture was clearly taken from the man's point of view as he impaled her, one hand on her round and tender ass. Her face was turned to the camera, a hopeless expression scrawled across her face, mascara leaking down in black streaks from where she had presumably cried from the pain.
"Oh, god..." she whispered to herself, as her other hand now descended between her legs. She was wet. She was always wet. So very very wet.
Touching herself she found her focus. She was looking for images of herself. But she couldn't find any. But ... what if she did ...
She slowly lifted the camera. A downwards angle of her, nearly naked on the floor, legs spread, fingers gentle rubbing her pussy.
She bit her lip and helplessly looked into the camera, pleading with it to use her.
Click.
Navigating the website became more awkward the more aroused she was. Sticky fingers and a magnetic pull to keep touching herself. Luckily she could get quite far in the interface with just one hand.
