Anonymous
8/27/2025, 10:58:15 AM
No.11364614
Help me, /d/egenerates.
I was raised by god-fearing teachers, started writing supper early, way before I knew what is socially acceptable. My kid writing had a mix of humans and furries "Who Framed Roger Rabbit"-style with heavily sexualized ladies, which was kinda weird for a preschooler. I was given a bunch of "birds and bees" talks, got my hands on my older brothers porn magazines, carried my writing notebooks everywhere with me, like going to the beach with family and drafting some lewd stuff involving strangers I've seen there. Was allowed into girls section of public baths for a while due to early age, staring at tits and bushes. Considered becoming a pornstar way before I knew how reproduction works exactly.
Until one day my brothers friends came over for a beer, stumbled across my writings and decided to give it a chuckling read aloud. Although my family stood by me and put a stop to it quickly, this was so embarassing that it fucked me up bad, because I was always trying to look cool to the elders.
I practically stopped writing ever since, I'm super jealous of writers like Burroughs and Miller who put /d/-tier porn in their books, sometimes involving real people under real names, but the thought of even describing a sex scene and putting my name on it makes me want to blow my brains out.
My family despises sexuality, my friends have the most basic-ass porn tastes and would only talk about it when blackout drunk, my wife is generally supportive with whatever I do, but still insecure when it comes to the idea of bimbos in permanent heat that fulfil your every desire. Then there are my childhood fantasies of being absolutely molested by a venus, fucking in public, stretching lady holes with objects and monstergirls.
What the fuck do I do, I'm a grown-ass man of 30, but I'm so afraid of being judged that I will die before releasing anything like Ichi the Killer or Euphoria. Fucking puritans keep trying to get porn authors in jail and banning sites
I was raised by god-fearing teachers, started writing supper early, way before I knew what is socially acceptable. My kid writing had a mix of humans and furries "Who Framed Roger Rabbit"-style with heavily sexualized ladies, which was kinda weird for a preschooler. I was given a bunch of "birds and bees" talks, got my hands on my older brothers porn magazines, carried my writing notebooks everywhere with me, like going to the beach with family and drafting some lewd stuff involving strangers I've seen there. Was allowed into girls section of public baths for a while due to early age, staring at tits and bushes. Considered becoming a pornstar way before I knew how reproduction works exactly.
Until one day my brothers friends came over for a beer, stumbled across my writings and decided to give it a chuckling read aloud. Although my family stood by me and put a stop to it quickly, this was so embarassing that it fucked me up bad, because I was always trying to look cool to the elders.
I practically stopped writing ever since, I'm super jealous of writers like Burroughs and Miller who put /d/-tier porn in their books, sometimes involving real people under real names, but the thought of even describing a sex scene and putting my name on it makes me want to blow my brains out.
My family despises sexuality, my friends have the most basic-ass porn tastes and would only talk about it when blackout drunk, my wife is generally supportive with whatever I do, but still insecure when it comes to the idea of bimbos in permanent heat that fulfil your every desire. Then there are my childhood fantasies of being absolutely molested by a venus, fucking in public, stretching lady holes with objects and monstergirls.
What the fuck do I do, I'm a grown-ass man of 30, but I'm so afraid of being judged that I will die before releasing anything like Ichi the Killer or Euphoria. Fucking puritans keep trying to get porn authors in jail and banning sites