I Tried Custom Porn (And You Should Too)

Turns out there is such a thing as perfect porn

Even the thought of buying custom porn filled me with embarrassment.

When I first seriously considered it, I had been keeping my biggest kinks to myself. They were closely guarded secrets that I hadn’t confessed to anyone — not even my husband.

I never admitted to them because I was ashamed of some of the things that turned me on.

I had the most trouble with my experience gap fantasies. I’m really into them, and the bigger the gap, the better.

I especially love getting off to the thought of first-time sexual experiences. I sometimes go so far as to fantasize that I’m a virgin. I imagine myself being curious but still really naive, needing a hot daddy dom to introduce me to every sensation, guide me, and show me how to have great sex.

That was a really difficult thing for me to confess. I didn’t want my husband or anyone else to think I was a creep who had sketchy fantasies about young girls.

It wasn’t about that at all. It was about trying to recapture some of the best moments of my life.

I remember the eye-opening, mind-blowing, and shockingly pleasurable experience of losing my virginity. I remember the giddy excitement of touching a cock for the first time. And I remember my absolute surprise when I experienced passionate, deeply connected sex like I never had before.

I want to bottle those feelings so I can relive them over and over again.

Experience gap fantasies are the closest I can come to doing that.

Plus, I’m sexually submissive. The thought of having someone take care of me and teach me things hits a lot of my buttons.

I might have been ashamed of those fantasies, but I had made peace with them. They were part of me and there was nothing I could do but enjoy them.

But one thing kept frustrating me. I couldn’t find really fucking good experience gap porn. There’s lots of experience gap stuff out there, but very little of it that had all the features I was looking for.

Often, the guys were dominant but they were too rough. Other times, they weren’t dominant enough. Some of them didn’t talk dirty or lead the scene — they were just there so there’d be a dick in the shot.

When the guy had the right daddy dom energy, the roleplay almost always left me unsatisfied. The girl in the scene would be innocent, a little clueless, and unsure of herself — right up until she was having sex. Then all of a sudden, she went from nervous and virginal to sucking dick like a sloppy pornstar and riding a cock like she did it for a living.

Then I discovered Jim Nova, who goes by Feel Good Filth, during a random search through Pornhub. It was exactly what I was looking for.

He spoke with the confident daddy dom swagger that I’m a total sucker for. He was a dirty talking pro and hearing his voice through my earbuds turned me on instantly.

And because it’s audio porn, I was the girl in the scene. I could imagine myself being as innocent as I wanted to be, which worked perfectly.

Well, almost perfectly. I knew he wasn’t talking to me — not exactly.

But he could be if I commissioned some custom audio from him.

I had never seriously considered getting custom porn before. Now I couldn’t shake the idea.

The thought of him saying my name was enough to turn me on. And I would be able to get off to audio that has praise all the way through and the sweet and loving daddy vibe that’s in most of my fantasies.

There was only one problem. If I commissioned custom porn, I’d have to tell someone about my fantasies. Even though he was a complete stranger, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

A few months later, I did something bigger and bolder. I told everyone about my kinks.

I wrote articles about being a middle. I wrote about getting off to praise and positive humiliation. I tried to explain why I’m so into the whole daddy thing.

It was all out in the open.

But when I finally mustered up the courage to see if his rates were posted anywhere, I hit another wall. Jim’s customs were closed.

So, I gave up on the custom porn thing. I kept enjoying Jim’s Patreon content, which was still incredibly satisfying even if it wasn’t tailored specifically for me.

And then one day I got a DM that made me blush and filled me with nervous excitement.

The Daddy Porn of My Dreams

I’ve written about Jim’s work before. I’ve talked about him a few times on my podcast. I’ve probably mentioned him on Twitter, too.

He creates some of my favorite porn, so it’s bound to come up.

But getting a DM from him still caught me off guard. And having him offer to make me a custom audio was even more surprising.

I have a really hard time pinning down exactly how I felt when I read his message. It was an equal mix of giddy excitement and wanting to shut down my social media accounts out of embarrassment and go into hiding.

I was tempted to pass on his offer. But he was basically offering me the holy grail of audio porn and there’s no way I could turn that down.

Since I never bought custom porn before, I had no idea how to approach this. Was I supposed to give him lots of detail and script notes or keep it vague and let him do his thing?

I’m a people pleaser who doesn’t like to impose on anyone. So, I decided to keep my requests minimal and boiled it down to a list of my major kinks.

“I’m really into the whole experience gap, daddy thing,” I told him. “I also have a praise kink and I love being playfully humiliated (nothing degrading).”

He thanked me for the details and then I not-so-patiently waited a few weeks to hear what he would do with so few instructions.

When he sent me the file, I held onto it for a few days. I wanted to listen to it in optimal conditions. No interruptions. No anxiety or low PMDD moods. Nothing that could tarnish the experience.

I also had to decide what I’d do while listening to it.

The obvious choice would be to masturbate with my earbuds in. I knew the audio would make me incredibly horny and what better way to enjoy it than by giving myself multiple orgasms while I was immersed in the fantasy?

But I knew listening to it would also make me feel insanely embarrassed.

I’m a super shy girl. I get nervous and blushy whenever I feel like I’m on the spot. And even though I love receiving compliments, they make me feel really uncomfortable.

I have big reactions when I feel bashful, but I’ve never actually seen what I look like when I get flustered.

Listening to Jim’s audio for the first time would be an opportunity to find out. If I aimed a camera at myself while I played it, I would get to see exactly what I look like when I feel massively embarrassed.

In the end, I decided to satisfy my curiosity. I would film my reaction and then pleasure myself to the audio another time (with the camera turned off).

I set up the shot, sat at the edge of my bed, and hit play. The first thing I heard was Jim’s hot voice saying my name.

“Emma, you’ve been so very sweet and kind to daddy.”

I didn’t have to replay the video to know I was already getting red all over. I could feel my cheeks start to burn. My chest reddened the way it does whenever I get nervous.

That single sentence felt like it overpowered me. I don’t get aroused easily, but that did it. It kickstarted fourteen minutes I would spend being undeniably horny.

There’s just something so sexy about hearing your own name. You rarely get to hear it except when someone’s flirting with you, so it feels so intimate coming off of someone’s tongue.

I tried to sit still while listening because I didn’t want to fuck up the shot. But every line he delivered made me want to squirm.

I managed to stay patient enough to get the video I wanted — fourteen minutes of embarrassment, nervousness, arousal, and excitement coursing through me.

That energy stayed with me. I thought about jilling off immediately after listening to it, but I decided to ride out the horniness until I could use it to fuck my husband.

It was completely worth it. The sex was fucking incredible. Jim turned me on so much that I felt horny, willing, and incredibly submissive for Mr. Austin. Which is fine, because it’s 2021 — a lady can have two daddies.

The next day, feeling well fucked and a little exhausted from a long night, I decided to treat myself to even more pleasure.

I asked my husband for a bit of alone time in the afternoon, locked the bedroom door, and put my earbuds on.

Hearing my name again made my heart beat faster. I closed my eyes and imagined being in the scenario that Jim was painting for me.

This time, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Instead of preparing for an elaborate jilling session, I kept it simple. All I needed was a good dildo and my favorite wand.

I followed along with Jim’s words. When he was playing out the teasing, I touched myself softly. When he was eating my pussy, I started rubbing it more vigorously. When he described his fingers going into me, I slipped mine in so I could feel something similar.

It felt so good. It was just me touching myself, but doing it along with him felt like I was giving myself over to someone else.

He started counting down my orgasm during the sloppy, slurpy oral sex. I could hear his tongue and lips working while I made sure to bring myself closer and closer to a climax. When he finally counted down to one, I came as if it was on command.

Then it was time for him to start fucking me. But before he slid his cock into my pussy, he announced that he would be putting a buttplug up my ass.

That’s something I hadn’t expected when I first listened to the audio. But it was a very welcome surprise. I thought about the way it would feel for a slim, wet buttplug to slowly be eased into my ass — all the intensity, the pleasure, and the care that goes into that simple act.

That got me even more excited to fuck myself.

I pushed the dildo into me while I listened to Jim describe me straddling him while he pumps is cock into my pussy.

I imagined the rhythm, based on his grunts and groans. I tried to move the dildo at the same speed I pictured him thrusting. He wasn’t actually fucking me and the audio wasn’t even live but getting the pace right made it feel deeply intimate.

I wanted to really feel what it would be like to ride him, so I laid on my stomach and humped the dildo while listening to him repeat my name.

I slid the wand between my legs and turned it on to vibrate my clit while I fucked the silicone cock.

I heard him in my ear, as if he was panting and grunting directly next to me. The words of praise didn’t stop — he knows exactly what a good girl wants to hear.

He told me he was going to fill me up with his come and I got ready to fuck my toy even harder.

He counted down from ten again. I was so turned on and in the moment that I found it hard to hold back. But I resisted the urge to go for a quick orgasm. I didn’t want to come before he told me to.

I managed to get it perfectly right. I shuddered and shook in the grips of a climax while listening to his excited grunts. Imagining my pussy being filled with come made the orgasm even stronger.

The next moment took me by surprise on the first listen, too. Jim might have fucked me senseless and spilled into me, but he wasn’t done yet.

He told me he was going to flip me on my back and come inside me again.

I dutifully moved into position. Once I was lying on my back, I worked the dildo again while placing the wand in the perfect spot. If he was going to come a second time, then I was going to have a third orgasm right along with him.

This time, there was even more enthusiasm in his voice — like he couldn’t hold back and needed more.

I listened to him saying he was going to claim me with his come, that emptying another load inside me was going to make me “daddy’s girl” and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.

I wanted to earn that title, so I fucked myself harder — I needed to come on command again.

This time, he only gave me from the count of five — that added speed backed up the enthusiastic growl in his voice.

There was no way for me to hold back this time, but I made it. I came just as he was at his loudest, grunting in my ear as if he was on top of me, slowly thrusting into me while his come spilled inside me again.

And I felt absolutely amazing. I could barely catch my breath. I laid there panting, delirious, listening to the aftercare portion of the audio. Holding, kissing, and sweet talking was the perfect note to end it on.

Custom Porn Is Even Better Than I Thought It Would Be

I’m so fucking thankful I mustered up the courage to say yes to Jim’s offer. And I think anyone who can’t find porn that represents their biggest turn-ons should commission someone to create it for them.

I kind of worried that custom porn would be great in theory but a little lackluster when you actually get some.

I thought it would be like what I imagined it would feel like to hire an escort. I love the idea of it, but I was convinced it would never actually feel right.

The sex would probably feel really good and if I hire a lady it would be a great way for me to play with some tits.

But I figured most of the things I love about sex would be missing. The connection might not feel real because I’m paying for it. It might be hard to feel desired when I know I’m only a client, not someone they fell for. And the flirting might be kind of fun, but I’d be aware it’s fake.

I assumed custom porn would be like that. I’d get to hear my name but it would sound hollow, like they were addressing another Emma and I was just eavesdropping on the dirty talk.

The custom audio I got from Jim changed my mind. Now I can see that hiring a sex worker might feel surprisingly real. It could be easy to get caught up in it. And it might not be the real thing, but knowing you’ll get exactly what you need would be exciting in itself.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that the custom audio porn I got blew my mind.

For one thing, it was like Jim could read my thoughts. I barely gave him any details, but he managed to hit on a few extra kinks that I have.

The praise he knew about. The nurturing daddy dom stuff, too. But the anal play was just a beautiful surprise, and so were the creampies and the countdowns.

He got everything right and that made me feel seen.

But what surprised me the most was the intimacy. It didn’t feel fake. When he said my name and said it often, I felt like he was genuinely speaking to me.

The sound effects and his descriptions made it feel immersive, too. All I had to do was close my eyes and I could experience it practically as if I was there.

And it even made me feel nice and submissive, like a very good girl even though I didn’t do anything other than listen. Though to be fair, that is a good girl’s most important skill.

I tend not to revisit audio porn scenes too often, but I cherish this one and I’ll be listening to it for a long time to come.

I think it’s only a matter of time before I buy more custom porn. Now that Jim’s customs are open to his patrons, I might even commission him again one of these days.

After experiencing it for myself, I sincerely believe more people should try it. Getting customs is the perfect way to meet your weirdest and most unusual kinks. It’s a super arousing keepsake that you get to enjoy all to yourself.

If you’re the more dominant type, you might even get off to the fact that you made someone else pleasure themselves for you.

And it just feels really fucking nice to have someone hot say your name while they’re doing something really dirty.

It’s a bit embarrassing to tell someone your deepest fantasies. But it’s completely worth it when they make it come to life.

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