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Memoir: Bonnie Blue Love Letter 1

OCTOBER 14, 2026

Today, I’ve simply come to the conclusion that I love women who are considered “sex demons”: the women who unapologetically like to sleep with a lot of strange men or be the center of anonymous gangbangs.

I came to this conclusion a few days ago when I was nonstop masturbating to a slew of porn star Bonnie Blue’s clips. There’s something about the glimmer in her eye in a POV shot of her holding two cocks belonging to two university students sitting side by side on a bus. This isn’t the first time I’ve realized that I could fall in love with a woman who was willing to display an appetite like that.

Back in high school, I was an avid consumer of porn, too, and I remember watching plenty of clips featuring individual women allowing a group of guys to take turns penetrating them. The more enthusiastic the performer was, even if it was just a performance, the better.

I watch a good chunk of porn these days, and I admire many performers, but there’s something about the way Bonnie Blue has gone about making her way in the world that separates her from the rest of the women. Her promotional videos of her staking her claim with as many men in the UK as possible never fail to turn me rock hard. And when I think about the 1,000+ men she supposedly slept with, I can’t help but fantasize about the devilish look on her face as each guy came in one by one, sliding into her, in and out. Yum.

For those who don’t know, I am an intellectual, for sure, but I’m also a pervert. An ethical pervert.

This can be confusing for many people because, often in contemporary society, we associate intellect with sexual repression — a holdover from Ancient Greece, conflating small penises with unnecessary sexual “discipline.” Sexual desire, in our society, especially in Western society, apparently has no place in any man considered “dignified.”

But like Bonnie, I say fuck that.

And maybe that’s where the attraction lies: the societal defiance.

Even when she became pregnant (still not sure if that was true or not), I couldn’t help but masturbate to all of her pregnant fuck videos. The taboo of her being pregnant and sleeping with strangers, as well as just knowing how much she doesn’t care what others think, released me many times.

In a society where most women are in the shackles or chains of patriarchal expectations, many women in our world have become too modest for me. And I think that’s also where my attraction to Bonnie Blue lies.

When I think about the way most women choose partners in the world, I feel like most women think of sex a little bit too much like a Lifetime TV show. And I understand that a lot of that comes from ensuring safety because men can be fucking dangerous.

But I love women who wanna fuck A LOT of strange men safely, using barrier methods and/or exchanging testing results if they’re gonna go raw.

I’ve watched Bonnie Blue’s “Fresher” fuck videos many times, and I’ve watched her slap a condom on a meaty dick. It only added to my arousal because I can see how safely she goes about it.

We can fuck a lot of people and be safe about it.

I think that’s also where I get annoyed with the majority of the world. Every time someone brings up enjoying fucking several — or many — strangers, one of the shackled, religious, patriarchal drones comes out of nowhere talking about STDs, as if condoms weren’t invented… or STD panels.

To be honest, I’d marry Bonnie Blue in a heart beat, but I also know that I’m thinking solely from my idealistic, external perception of her. I don’t know who she is as a person. I do know that I’d probably be depleted every day, draining my elixir over and over and over to her.

Anyway, there’s something about a woman who likes to fuck many male strangers. They get all my love.

But right now, it only seems like Bonnie is that person. So I guess Bonnie gets all my love (split with my partner)?

Anyway, this probably won’t be the last love letter about Bonnie Blue, so don’t be surprised.

Bonnie, if you see this: if you’re ever in Columbia, Missouri, look me up. I think I’ll be waiting with 3 boxes of condoms, whatever snacks you like, and two wedding rings — whether I’m first in line or last…I’ll be here.

Anyway, had to get that off my chest, because yesterday, I got a lot of it out my sack.

Memoir: Bonnie Blue Love Letter 1

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