Chapter 2: Claire’s GoonCave

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 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.