Acclimatization and humility

I quickly went to bed that night, my phone and charger promptly forgotten.

The next few days were difficult to process, but it started with the porn I watched, or rather the porn I couldn't watch anymore.

I was confused, the porn I usually watched just didn't work anymore, or maybe the other porn I gravitated towards just worked better.

The usual categories and actresses I frequented were changing. Less busty milf in wet shirt type of stuff and more close up blowjob videos, cumshots, boobjobs, anything I could find where the dick was at the center of the shot.

At times it was ****, I saw a thumbnail and clicked it, other times I was frustrated when I had to search for it and came within a minute, when before I was watching three whole videos that did nothing.

I used to masturbate once a day or every two days, now it's two or even three times a day.

And sometimes I don't even watch porn, I just think about that fateful Friday evening.

It looked so alien on her small frame. I remember it clear as day, the way she lied there. Her dark shoulder length hair a mess on her pillow. Her pale lithe body. Her budding chest rising with each soft breath.

I could tell she was accustomed to it, her grip efficient, but her girth made her struggle nonetheless.

I wondered how big she was...