Life for her was just… blah. A job that paid the bills but went nowhere. Friends she liked but the same routines over and over. No relationship to speak of. Getting a real date felt almost impossible. She wasn’t unattractive, not really. Overweight, yes, but not obese and she had huge tits and a big fat ass that more than made up for it. The problem was the glum personality that sat on top of everything, keeping people at a distance.
All of that left her incredibly horny. Her outlet was the internet. Reddit threads. Snapchat full of carefully angled photos she sent to men for validation and a little relief. Deep down it only made her feel worse more like a girl no one could ever really love, more like a dumb useless whore. Those feelings didn’t stop her. They pushed her deeper. The porn she rubbed to until 2am every night got darker and more abusive. She stopped cuming to sweet, gentle men and started cuming to strong, aggressive ones. Marriage and kids faded out of her fantasies.
What replaced them was a strong pair of hands and pain on the outside to match the pain she carried inside. She kept all of it buried. Nobody knew. Until one day she was talking to me the nerdy, silly guy friend she trusted and confided in, the one she’d never thought about that way. I was worried because she kept mentioning work stress and not sleeping. She admitted the insomnia. Over the next few days more came out. The porn. The late night sessions. The “other stuff.” I kept prying, gently at first. She told me about the Snapchat, the photos, everything.
She thought I was safe. I invited her over to talk, said we could figure out how to get her life back on track. Told her to bring her laptop. Once she was in my place I focused on the behaviour exact questions about what she said to the guys, what kind of porn she was obsessed with. She was nervous, confused why I kept pushing. Then I left for a minute to use the bathroom. When she came back I was on her laptop. Browser history open. Tabs showing the most recent videos. Every twisted fantasy she’d never wanted to admit to, fully exposed.
I sat there watching her face. The fear. The realisation of what I now knew. My heart was pounding too. Because I had a secret of my own. Deep down I was just as perverted as she was. I spent my days pretending to be the nice, kind friend while underneath I wanted to be sadistic and completely depraved. I told her to sit down. That it was okay. That we had a lot to talk about. That I already had plans for her.