Pornography Novels & Stories

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

It's fragile, the type of shirts big-titted pornstars wear to display their boobs or act in the ‘accidentally drenched’ POV that shows the whole world the shape and size of their breasts, down to their nipples, and even cling to their skin, begging to be freed. If as little as a sweat breakouts, I’m done for. No. No… I can't. ‘Funny.’ The voice in my head cackles. ‘Do you want to do this or not?’ I want to fuck him… Want to do shit with him, but I don't want to be the cheap whore… God. It's messy. It’s like my body wants one thing and my mind says another. The door opens in time to save me from my near madness.

He groaned against my throat, noting how soaked I was, before he pushed one finger inside me slowly, and then a second finger, stretching me open. I cried out loud, my head falling back as he began to pump his fingers deep and steady inside me, curling them against the exact spot that made my thighs tremble with pleasure. He whispered hotly in my ear, asking if I liked the feeling of his fingers inside my tight body while my mother’s pictures were still hanging on the wall right behind us. I whimpered and told him yes, begging him to please keep going. He added the pressure of his thumb right against my clit, rubbing perfect circles while his fingers continued to thrust harder and deeper. My

close enough I could smell his stupid expensive cologne again and lowered his voice so only I could hear. “It’s not… it’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what it is.” He exhaled hard through his nose. “Fine. It’s p**n.” I blinked. Once. Twice. “…What.” “P**n,” he repeated, quieter, cheeks flaming again. “Staged. Roleplay. Abduction kink shit. People pay for that custom crap. I was… scrolling. That’s all.” I stared at him. Then at the phone. Then back at him.

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

The laughter was laced with ridicule and derision, making me feel physically sick. I had no idea what was happening, but an ominous feeling crept into my heart. Thus, I followed the crowd to the lobby on the first floor. The moment I looked up, my eyes flew wide open. While I'd been trying to retrieve the surveillance footage, someone had used AI to create a pornographic deepfake video of me and displayed it on the giant screen outside the company building. An indecent woman with my face was seductively posing for everyone on the street. I felt a surge of rage shoot up, causing my temples to throb. A loud ringing filled my ears, and my mind went completely blank. With trembling hands, I open

I then logged into her computer, her password was actually Kevin2000, duh, I'd been a Y2K baby, and searched everywhere. Unlike mine, which would have two-thirds of the computer full of p**n, she had none. Which is what I would have expected before last weekend. Yet, her search history was more interesting. This month she had been to the erotica site Literotica; she had also been on Pornhub, a lesbian site Girlsway, and a site called Naughty America. I learned she had subscriptions to the latter two, which explained why she didn't have any p**n hidden away on her computer... she could just watch it on the websites.

' She let out an exciting howl and wags her tail. 'In case you still wonder pornography is the word baby,' Alera added. "Pornography" I muttered. I hear gasps and I look up to see Matteo and Aaron staring back at me. Shit! was it wrong for me to say it. Their expressions give it away and I curse Alera. She lets out a laugh. The bitch is laughing at my misery. "Dear did you just say" my grandma started "Pornography,” Matteo intercepted. My grandma shockingly looked at me with her hands on her heart. Damn! did I try to kill her? The boys on the other hand were staring at me without blinking.

I shake my head to get rid of the negative thoughts Dave has successfully planted in my head but somehow; I pull my laptop closer as I get back under the duvet and close Netflix, going to a site I never thought I would. A porn site. I have only watched pornography once in my life and I wouldn't exactly call it watching because I just glimpsed at it while delivering a message next door to our old house. It was a very unpleasant experience. I know I have every right to watch this if I want to, but somehow; I feel like I'm performing a huge crime that will come back to bite me in the end. Going below everyone's perception of me and maybe even myself.