bzzzt bzzzt I wake up from my afternoon snooze to my phone vibrating. It’s my roommate Rachel.

“Hey Kylee, do you want to go to the bar tonight, they have happy hour from 8-10?”

“I’d love to Rach but I have this group project due at midnight.”

I’m not lying to her because I do have a project due at midnight. I never said I’d do it though. “You’ll just be without your hottest brunette friend tonight sorry.”

“OHHHHH. So you’re a nerd now? Fine. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” She hangs up.

Finally, a full Friday night home with no one around. My roommates are allout at that stupid dive bar and I’m entirely alone. By myself. Bored. I need stimulation. Weed… Leftover pizza… More weed. Alcohol… oh and porn... More porn…. Fuck me…

It’s embarrassing to admit as a 21 year old woman that I’m absolutely addicted to porn. Virtually any type. Dominant men, dominant women, romantic sex, hardcore anal, gay men, lesbians, creampies, it doesn’t matter just seeing naked humans on my laptop screen turns me on so much. I’m addicted. I can’t stop watching and rubbing my goonette pussy to porn for sometimes hours and hours.

Me, my dark bedroom, staring at a bright illuminating screen. I pull the panties my boyfriend bought me a while ago down to my ankles. I start to pant heavily and bite my bottom lip praying my roommates don’t come home earlier than 2 AM.

I’m still here hours later, hunched over now just shoving my fingers into my wet pussy at this point. Rubbing circles around my sensitive clit. Massaging it until I get a pulsating feeling. My legs start to tremble and shake violently. My eyes start to rotate to the back of my skull. I also like to flick and pinch my own nipples with my other hand while I play with myself.

Sometimes I imagine the cute guy in physics class finger fucking me under the table. Other times I think my drunk roommates (except for Katie she’s ugly) would eat me out when they got home.

“Nghhh. fuck this is so good.”

I know it’s not healthy. It’s better to find real men at the bar or even tinder but they can be real assholes. And it’s a lot of work to get all dolled up to just pray for the possibility of maybe getting mediocre dick if you’re lucky.

Why would I do that and potentially humiliate myself, when I can lay in my own bed rubbing my clit until my brain shuts off entirely and short circuits. Cumming over and over and over if I so choose. Or edging myself for hours on end. And releasing a huge puddle of my squirt juices all over my sheets. The choice is mine.

“Mmmm FUCK I’m so cloooose…” I moan and squirm watching a video random cute hung guy stroke his fat cock on the new iPad I bought for school.

I hear footsteps and then a knock on my bedroom door…. it’s Rachel, completely shitfaced, banging on my bedroom door…. “How’s your project going Kylee!!!???”

“Hang on bitch, I’m getting dressed!”