Stumbled upon an old, blurry video on my phone tonight from one of the very first times I was with Demetrius. The audio is mostly my muffled whimpering and the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. Watching it back now, I can pinpoint the exact moment my brain broke. I remember thinking, 'Oh. This is it. This is what my pussy was actually made for.' It wasn't just the sheer size of his cock rearranging my insides; it was the complete surrender. I became an animal, just a set of holes begging to be used. That night, the concept of 'vanilla' sex died for me. It was like tasting a five-star meal after a lifetime of stale bread. There's no going back from that kind of knowledge. You either accept your new, superior reality, or you live a lie.