An Uncensored Ode to Female Porn Addiction

My name is Catherine Duffy. For over a decade, I’ve been a proud female porn addict, abusing my slit to porn and carrying out debauched sexual accolades inspired by smut.

If you’ve read my taboo biography, you’ll know my porn awakening came in my early twenties. I was a latecomer indeed, but female porn addiction rapidly became one of the most important things in my life.

I began dedicating hours upon hours of my life speaking to fellow perverts online, exploring countless and increasingly hardcore niches of porn, and abusing my holes in a variety of ways.

The first moment I discovered porn via a discarded collection of adult magazines left in an alleyway in Belfast, I was addicted.

Largely due to my strict Catholic upbringing in Belfast, until that moment, my inexperienced and neglected holes found a new role in life.

I began absorbing as much porn as I could physically handle. I’d spend hours upon hours abusing my holes until I was a sweet, sticky mess covered in my own cum and sweat.

Within the space of a year, I was masturbating between 12 to 15 hours a week. That’s not including fucking random men, women, and transsexuals in between.

Over the course of a decade, I’ve made a conservative estimate that I’ve spent at least 6,200 hours/258 days melting my Goonette brain to the glory of porn. I regret nothing.

I Always Aspired to be a Porn Goddess

When I went down the rabbit hole of porn, my aspiration in life was for as many men as possible to lust after my holes like the secret to eternal life lay deep inside them.

Watching freakishly large, thick, throbbing cocks defile the pretty pink holes of pornstars would make me involuntarily salivate. I wanted to be used like them. I began worshipping them.

The moment I got my own place, I spent every hour I could fucking myself senseless in front of the computer or inviting perverted men and women over so I could please them.

In the early days, I’d be engulfed in a quivering orgasm within thirty seconds of watching porn. But over the years, I honed my edging skills to develop a squirting, god-tier pussy.

Now, I can edge for hours and go so deep down the rabbit hole that my pussy is an engorged, quivering mess that makes my eyes tear up from the slightest touch.

Sloppy creampie gangbangs in Germany, eye-watering triple penetration in Prague, sleazy porn cinema orgies in Hungary, I wanted to explore the world of sex that porn had introduced me to.

A Globe-Trotting Female Porn Addict

After a while, it felt as though the Porn Goddesses on-screen were luring me into the physical realms of porn addiction. I wanted to be Goon Fuel for other porn lovers.

In sync with a job that required international travel, I found myself delving into the sleaziest corners of Europe in search of higher tiers of debauchery.

Over the years, I’ve had literally thousands of loads pumped on or in my body thanks to my soft, plump, God-tier pussy, combined with my downright slutty behaviour.

I’ve been on my knees in puddles of cum at a Berlin Gloryhole, used by twelve random old men in a Budapest porn kino, and consumed the contents of used condoms in a Dutch brothel.

I feel it’s my duty in life to extract the cum of men, make other women cum, and plunge others into the same level of depravity as I am embroiled in.

From a shy and socially awkward girl, my porn addiction has led me to develop a positive network of like-minded friends and impacted my life for the better.

There is a Future in Female Porn Addiction

And what does the future hold for a dribbling Goonette like me? Truth be told, I find it difficult to imagine myself in a conventional marriage. But I am in my mid-30s now.

So I often find myself daydreaming about marrying a successful Gooner husband whom I can cherish and take care of in every aspect. In return, he uses me as his personal fuck doll.

I dream of being the feminine, breedable, fuckslut on his arm. I would edge his cock for hours, ride and suck him while he consumes as much hardcore pornography as he can.

I would encourage him to be a filthy Gooner and do what his urges tell him. If he fucks other women, I would happily use my tongue to clean their juices off his dick when he comes home.

He would fund and organise my transformation into a bimbo cockwhore. Lips fillers to form two cock pillows around my mouth and breast implants to seduce any red-blooded male nearby.

My ideal husband would cultivate my image so that every cock leaks pre-cum and throbs with lust while looking at me. He could grant them access to my holes whenever he likes.

I’d happily spread my legs for any man my husband asks me to. I’d welcome their steamy sperm between the swelled up lips of my cunt.

As the years went by, I would aim to achieve the status of a Porn Mommy. By then, the Gooning subculture will have spread to all corners of the globe.

A Tutor in Depravity

When I’ve ruined my holes to porn, the final phase of my female porn addict life would be to spread my knowledge to new Gooners and Goonettes.

I would hold elite classes to school those who are up to standard. I would transform young men into dribbling pump piggies and women into a dripping wet set of holes for cocks.

With my training, busty young women who once aspired to be architects would choose to dress like a whore and stalk the corridors of sleazy porn cinemas instead.

My corruption would lead Men who aspired to be world-class sports figures to opt to worship Porn Goddesses instead, pumping his Goon Stick into sexual bliss.

The future is bright, my friends. The future is porn.

Disclaimer: This article is written solely for entertainment purposes and should not be taken seriously. Male or female porn consumption can be a positive addition to any sex life, but only if enjoyed responsibly. If you feel that pornography is harming you or those around you, take advantage of various online resources that are designed to help with porn addiction.