He Thought Porn Was Better. So I Made Him Forget Every Video He’d Ever Seen.

I walked in on him with his cock in his hand and some stranger’s moans filling the room, and instead of yelling I decided to show him exactly what a real woman who knows her own body can do when she stops holding back.

I still get wet thinking about the exact second his face went from guilty to pure panic. Jonah was in the home office, door cracked, laptop glowing on the desk, earbuds in so he wouldn’t hear me come home early from the client dinner that got canceled. I stood in the doorway with my coat still on, keys in my hand, and just watched for a minute.

The girl on the screen had those fake perfect tits and that high fake moan, legs spread wide while some guy with abs fucked her like she was a prop. Jonah’s hand was moving slow, like he was trying to drag it out. God, the look when he finally noticed me.

Headphones yanked out, screen slammed shut, cock still hard and shiny with precum while he scrambled for words that never came.

I didn’t yell. Didn’t cry. Just closed the door behind me, locked it, and leaned against it. “Keep it open,” I said, voice lower than I expected. “Turn it back on…