The House She Gooned
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Their House. They Gooned
Each part of that ‘computer’ was auctioned off to the lowest bidder. Desk included. Claire and Nadia were wise to not have any part of that machine remain in tact given the circumstances.
Nadia no longer wanted to goon alone. Claire always welcomed her. The nightly routine of seeing each other became just as important as gooning as itself. Over time, they both decided to buy a house together and built each room as they saw fit. Every room had a screen playing porn. Windows were blacked out. Neon lights were placed everywhere, and high end speakers were always playing classical music and porn. This was their home. This was their truth. Their perversion was everything.
Nadia perched on the edge of their shared king-size bed, her bare feet swinging idly between silken sheets. Nadia kept her promise. She still remained nude as much as possible for porn and Claire.
Every now and then, Nadia would catch Claire’s eye – those eyes that had once held a hint of something guarded, something almost professional, now sparkled with unadulterated desire, mirroring Nadia's own.
“You think it worked its magic” Nadia asked, tracing patterns on the duvet with her nail. Claire chuckled, a low rumble in her chest that resonated through Nadia’s core. “Completely,” she said, tossing the box onto a stack of others beside their overflowing recycling bin.
“Remember when you couldn't look at me without blushing? Now?” She crossed the room in a few long strides, kneeling before Nadia and capturing her lips in a kiss that tasted of freedom and shared fantasies.
“Now,” Nadia breathed into the kiss, “I can barely think straight when you’re near.”
Claire pulled back slightly, thumb stroking Nadia’s lower lip. “Good,” she murmured. “Because we have work to do.” She winked, a playful glint in her eyes that sent shivers down Nadia's spine. Work indeed.
Their days no longer followed the rigid structure of deadlines and responsibilities. They were free now, tethered only by their mutual obsession. Porn and masturbation were the very fabric of their existence. The house throbbed with the low pulse of an endless stream of porn – multiple screens scattered throughout each room, casting a perpetual glow on their bare limbs.
They had discovered new levels of pleasure together. Every goon session revealed new ways to explore their bodies and desires. Claire’s masterful curation fueled their digital erotic world. Nadia had never been one for spontaneity before; now she reveled in Claire's playful suggestions, each whispered prompt a delicious invitation into unknown territories.
One afternoon, perched on the edge of the bathtub, Nadia traced lazy circles on Claire’s back as they both watched a wonderfully pornographic scene unfold. A wave of heat pulsed through her, and she couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within her chest.
“Remember when I thought this was all so weird?” she asked, tilting her head to press another kiss against Claire's shoulder blade. Claire laughed too, a husky rumble that resonated against Nadia’s cheek. “Who knew porn addiction could feel so damn good?” She leaned back into Nadia's touch, closing her eyes and savoring the feeling of contentment that had become as familiar and comforting as breathing.
Their lives weren't perfect – their days were sometimes punctuated by the sharp sting of withdrawal when a particularly captivating scene ended, leaving them craving more. They still bickered over whose turn it was to choose the right video, and there were nights when the constant bombardment of images left them both feeling oddly disconnected from the physical world. But the knew their world of porn was better than “their” world without porn.
But those moments were fleeting. Because the truth was, they had found each other in the space between reality and fantasy, two souls who’d learned to embrace the sheer exquisite beauty of their shared obsession. In their haven of screens and silken sheets, where the line blurred between the tangible and the virtual, Nadia and Claire knew they’d finally come home. They were lifestyle goonettes now, through and through – and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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