Claire’s studio apartment is one big dim room — maybe 500 square feet — that used to look modern, but now every surface glows and moans with porn.
Claire bought a lot of screens. She had to. She has four big curved monitors on a desk near her mattress — these run her “main feed,” a rotating playlist of HD porn videos she curates obsessively. She adds to her porn collection daily. She is already approaching over 1TB of porn. She doesn’t care the cost. She wants to save all the porn. She has become a devoted hoarder of deviancy and beautiful depravity. This is her only hobby and porn is in the middle of everything that means anything to her.
On the other side of the room, a 50-inch TV mounted to the wall plays looped highlight clips, porn captions, anything really to supplement her main feed. Sometimes she even just adds that 5th screen as part of her main feed. The sky is the limit. Porn has no ceiling. She has so much more porn to watch. She just wants to be more addicted and she has her whole life to deepen her addiction.
— soft moans, slow strokes, pretty faces, nothing too jarring but constant. She just needs to see and fill her mind with porn without stopping.
In the tiny kitchen, an old tablet sits on the counter — porn plays on mute while she microwaves leftovers. On the her dining room table, an old laptop that barely runs anything has enough processing power to play more porn for her. It’s spending its twilight years contributing to her porn addiction.
Everywhere she turns she wants to see porn and she has done everything her power to make it happen. Even in the bathroom, she has another waterproof tablet on a stand by the shower. This way she can have clean thoughts for Porn. The final ‘screen’ is a cheap projector that points at the ceiling. This way she can lie back and drift off under a flickering collage of bodies. The only place she can’t see porn is if she looks out the window. But that’s not the real world anyway.
She is able to live and breathe porn now.
All screens are set to low volume by default, just enough to hear the symphony of moans, but she often keeps them muted when she needs to “pass” as normal. The occasional family or friend phone call doesn’t need to know her business after all. Her job certainly doesn’t need to know they are paying a porn addicted degenerate to make graphical designs for their company.
Her lifestyle is hers and not theirs to judge. The glow and moans will never stop. Even when she sleeps, she wants the light and movement — it comforts her. She hasn’t slept in pitch dark for a long time. Sleeping without porn is a sin. The soft moans of porn are her lullaby. Waking up to porn is everything.
Claire has pretty diverse porn tastes. Sometimes its soft-core porn; sometimes its extreme gooning fetish loops she finds on obscure sites. She likes variety: new faces, ass, tits, pussy, penises… endless novelty, weird niches. Doesn’t matter. She bookmarks everything, sorts by category.
She likes pro amateur stuff — it feels closer, less fake. She says she doesn’t like real people but she still wants real lust. She’ll sometimes play six tabs of different genres just to feel immersed and slightly on the verge of overstim.
Porn will always do what sex can’t do. That’s why she knows her mind is fucked up because porn is just better for a mind that is no longer tethered by sex and human connection. Porn will always provide the human connection she needs. All she has to do is isolate, masturbate, and goon.
Claire’s gooncave smells like porn. The place smells faintly like cheap candles and incense, warm electronics, faint lube she doesn’t fully clean up. And under it all the scent of her pussy is the silent foundation of everything.
There’s a sticky film on the remotes. It also faintly smells of pussy. She’s squirted in the carpet multiple times. She has slept in her bed after a long sweaty session. While she is able to maintain some form of neat and tidy, there is a quiet undertone of clutter and mild chaos. Porn always comes first after all.
She never really notices the scent of her womanhood escort bursa as the candles and incense blend in with the smell. This makes a unique and feminine goonette musk in her beautiful humble porn cave. Also, the blinds are taped tight — no daylight. She hates seeing any reflection on her screens that will distract from porn. Also there are people outside wearing clothes that don’t know anything about gooning. She doesn’t want to see them if she doesn’t have to. She just wants to see naked people on her screen being porn and nothing more and nothing less.
If she gets any surprise visitors, she keeps a hoodie by the door so she looks normal if she has to open the door. She loves exhibitionism porn, but she herself is not a full blown exhibitionist. She never had the appeal of showing the world she was like this.
She knows she will be instantly shunned as a total depraved degenerate. We all know normies can’t handle anything that shifts their world view. Living in porn is a complete rejection of their world view.
She has already accepted that she lives in two realms. One is in the porn dimension. The other one is in hollow and performative normalcy. But she can cross the veil like a cat going in and out of the spirit realm. Her realm is Porn.
Then the day came. She had to call someone for maintenance. She wasn’t going to hide her porn addiction.
The building’s maintenance guy, Marco, knocks at 10 AM to fix a leaking sink. Claire answers in sweats and a tank top. Hair brushed. Looks normal enough. She remembered to shower as well. She smiles shyly — Come in, sorry for the mess. She did make sure to clear out the used sex toys and extra laundry. While somewhat cluttered, it was a minor concern. Considering all she did was mute her porn and just make sure her soft core porn playlist was on every screen. Marco was a visitor after all. She didn’t want to bombard him with hardcore porn when he was just trying to do his job. She figured soft core porn would be a welcome oasis for his hard work to maintain the building.
The moment Marco stepped inside, it was like stepping into completely different planet. Words could not fully describe the bombardment of sexual stimuli that was presented to him. This was beyond being in another dimension.
He freezes just past the threshold. He sees the giant screens — naked bodies. On mute, but the visuals are clear enough. The projector spills a soft-focus lesbian orgy across the ceiling. The tablet on the kitchen counter was presenting female anatomy in full macro detail. It was almost like stepping into a video art gallery, but everything was porn.
Claire acted casual. This would be the first of many visits like this. While she was a little nervous, she did her best to see it through and not give her fear away. However, she had enough savings just in case this resulted in eviction. But she just couldn’t bear to hide who she was in her home. She couldn’t turn off the screens. She couldn’t tell porn to go hide now that she has built her goonette sanctuary. This was her holy place to worship porn. This was her safe space. Marco was just a visitor.
Marco stood in the doorway looking around almost in a daze trying to process everything. The look on his face reminded Claire of that night Ethan saw her computer screens full of porn for the first time.
She quickly pushed back that old trigger and decided to keep things on track.
She said to Marco, “Kitchen’s over here. The sink’s just dripping and the pipe below has started leaking.”
She moves her tablet cycling porn pussy but she doesn’t turn it off — why bother? She finds a new place for her beautiful porn to sit facing where it can be seen out in the open. Porn is meant to be seen at all times.
Marco tries to stay professional. He fumbles with his wrench, eyes darting back and forth. He’s seen porn, sure — but seeing someone living inside it? That’s new. He catches glimpses: a slow blowjob on the left screen, a sweaty amateur clip on the right. Claire left her wireless peaker on and it was very faint but he could hear sexual eskort bursa moans. The air hums with a weird hush — no music, just silent subtle obscene porn loops.
Marco had a very very firm erection at this point. He didn’t know a woman could be like this. She was a sweet lady and never caused any trouble. Who is he to judge if someone wants to live in porn? He just needs to focus on his job and do the right thing by her so she can get back to living the way she wants to live. That’s the kind of person Marco was. If anything he felt honored to experience something new like this.
He finished his work. He adapted to his environment like he always does. He pretended not to see a lube bottle tucked by the coffee maker. He has a small smile knowing how truly freaky she must be. He was an older man. He fully supported the feminist movements that have come and gone and now he gets to witness women take charge of everything in their lives and truly live in unique ways. It was in a way comforting once he got past all the porn.
He asks if there’s anything else he needs to fix. He’s a little more relaxed now and he can make eye contract comfortable with her. Years and years of practice have taught him how to ignore and control his erections so that was no longer a problem. Marco was just a true gentleman. She says No, thank you, sweetly, like she’s oblivious to what he’s seeing. He knows in her world, this is perfectly normal.
Later, he tells a coworker later: She’s nice, but man… she’s got, like, porn everywhere. Like a porn museum. But don’t mind her, she has not been a nuisance to the neighbors and she pays on time. She’s not hurting anyone and she was not rude towards me or anything. I just ignore the porn and did my job and went about my business. Let’s reassure her that she’s welcome here as long as she keeps her porn behind closed doors. Marco wanted to convey respect for the tenant to maintain peace and harmony. His coworker, younger and less experienced, followed his lead without question.
Emboldened by the maintenance visit, Claire decided to order food for delivery.
A grocery delivery guy steps inside once — big order, she insists he drop the bags in the kitchen. Same thing: he’s hit by the flickering walls, the giant ceiling orgy. This time she didn’t bother to change the scenes. Whatever was there, was just there. All of porn was legal and ethical and non-violent. She didn’t see a problem or any reason to change. This is her world and this IS the real world.
She did manage to comb her hair and put sweatpants on for just a few minutes. She didn’t want to cum but she was hitting so many hard edges to porn before he showed up. She timed it that way. She wanted him to break the spell. She didn’t want to do it herself.
The delivery guy was young, barely twenty. He tried not to stare but couldn’t help it — he leaves with a story to tell his friends: ‘She was totally normal! But she lives in it, man — like she sleeps and lives in porn.’
Claire was getting more comfortable with visitors. She was normalizing her porn dependency through silent expression.
Then one day, the Landlord decided to visit.
Once a year, the landlord, Joey, does an inspection of every room. He sends emails, announcements, fliers, everything he can to make it a welcomed event and not something to be feared. He’s older, polite, open minded, and sees character beyond appearances. That’s why Claire chose this place to live. She felt that kind of radiant energy from him. He knew that once he found out her true nature, she would be accepted. She hoped.
The maintenance man, Marco, already told him what to expect when he came to her apartment. He agreed with Marco. Claire was an excellent tenant that was zero fuss and paid on time. Also, that extra sound padding she installed really made her the ideal tenant to live next door to. Little did she know, Joey purposely moved a very picky tenant below her because of the lack of ceiling noise. Claire just liked fluffy carpets and bean bag chairs and always padded barefoot. He was happy that this silence continued. The tenant below her was very happy. So what if she lived in porn behind closed doors? If no one complains and the money rolls in, then he will let things be.
Claire on the other hand, Claire was very nervous about what would happen. This is the first time she was going to see her landlord with porn in the background like this. The maintenance guy and delivery guy were different.
This man held the key to her future and living situation. Literally. She decided to dress work casual as if she was going out. She made sure everything was spotless. She carefully hid her toys and lube and other things that may shock him. When it came time to turn off her screens she.. hesitated.. she trembled.. it was hard.. but she knew it was just for a few minutes. She can handle being without porn…right?.. right?….. Before she could turn the screens off and the soft moans, the decision was made for her. He was here. She decided to turn down the volume to the whisper. That is all her body would allow her to do. She didn’t want to disrespect porn.
Joey decided to just be blunt to clear the air when he stepped inside. Maintaining strong but knowing eye contact with Claire. He did his best not to be imitating and spoke softly.
“Hey there. Nice to see you again Claire! Maro told me all about your lifestyle choice and home arrangement. I have not gotten any complaints about you and you have always paid on time. I really do appreciate the lengths you have gone as not to disturb others with your lifestyle and interests. It’s very commendable. Do mind if come inside to check the appliances?”
Claire, for once, was shocked. She was expecting the worst. And instead she was pleasantly surprised. Her smile brightened up and her shoulders dropped and released tension. She as beyond relieved.
Claire invited him in and was quick to close the door behind her. “Right this way, Sir!” She let Joey in and he did his inspection with his clipboard. He took note of her primary goon rig and took a note “Tenant has excessive electronics” in his notes. But he knew she was not overloading any fuses or going to cause any damage to the wiring. It wasn’t like she had 5 microwaves going at one time.
The rest of the inspection was basically uneventful. As he made his way to the door he said, “We will be sure to give you plenty of notice if we need to come in for any reason. However, I don’t see a need for you to turn off your screens to change your environment if you are home. I do recommend you turn them off if you will be gone for a long time to prevent accidental discovery in case there is an emergency and we need access. Once again, I personally will make sure you get proper notice. I thank you being a model tenant and you are welcome to stay here for as long as you please.”
He tells the office staff later: “Claire in apartment 333 is quiet, she pays on time. If you need access to her apartment, call me first and I’ll do it. She’s a very private person. Let her be. I will handle any affairs personally. If I’m not here, send Marco. No one else.” He said the last few sentences with a firm and knowing tone. Joey wanted to shield Claire from others.
This is not the first time he has told the staff to set a clear boundary. They understand and respect Joey. They listen. He is also quick to fire anyone that deviates from these types of instructions. Good paying tenants are worth the world to him. It is his duty to maintain a safe environment for all good honest paying people. In this case, he doesn’t want word getting around that there is a porn lady in the building.
In the first 6 months living here, Claire has crossed major milestones. Being a lifestyle goonette was truly possible. She took the risks and leaps of faith and got a positive responses from everyone. It was like the universe gave her confirmation that it was ok to be like this. Inside her gooncave, the moans and flickers wrap her up like a blanket. She doesn’t hear the outside anymore. Bills paid online, groceries delivered, maintenance scheduled by email. The real world is what she puts on when she leaves — hair done, sharp outfits, polite nods. Then she comes back, locks the door, strips down, and lets the endless river of porn roll back over her skin.
This is the only life Claire was meant to live. Porn is life.