When I found David’s porn stash, it was an accident. I went to grab my sweater from his closet, and when the cardigan wasn’t on its hanger, I figured it had fallen. So, I started rooting around on the floor.

My boyfriend had already left for work. But I had the key to his place, regularly coming and going as I pleased.

I liked David a whole lot. He was easy to be around, good-looking and an absolute beast in bed. But that day I discovered he also owned a lot of porn. A lot. There were DVDs, stacks of them. Unable to squelch my curiosity, I hauled them out for a better look. They had gaudy, salacious covers.

At first I was amused. I hadn’t ever watched porn in my life. But David evidently liked dirty movies. His selections had stereotypical porno titles — a lot of double... Leer Más