I'm 24. My ex was a little older. We were together as teens until recently.
I believe he is/was addicted to porn.
He behaved in a manner similar to an addict. Needing a bigger "hit" to get the same high.
We first met when he was 16. Sweet, fairly innocent. A virgin. We were each other's firsts.
He probably looked at porn then too, but not as obsessively.
It's hard to pinpoint when it started. It was such a gradual change. Perhaps when he went to uni and made friends with some quite laddish guys.
At first sex was quite soppy and romantic. Neither of us knew what we were doing. Then he started suggesting things. Just new positions at first. I was curious about where he was discovering them and he sheepishly admitted it was from porn. I wasn't particularly surprised as it was widely accepted among my friends that guys watched porn.
It gradually progressed. I really wish I hadn't let it go on for so long.
He started wanting to do more "hardcore" things. Especially anal stuff. I didn't want to do anything.
He would sulk if we saw each other and didn't have sex. He never wanted to cuddle or kiss if it didn't lead to sex.
I ended up trying some things that he wanted because I didn't want to disappoint him. I felt disgusting, but let him do them again anyway. I'd pretend I enjoyed them even though I felt repulsed. Because I didn't want to be unsexy.
A lot of my friends have been through similar. There's so much pressure on young women, probably even worse now, to be "up for it" and willing to try everything.
I stuck with the relationship far longer than I should have and our break up was complicated. But one thing sticks in my mind. I'd recently been diagnosed with IBD. He told me that he was reconsidering our relationship because I'd never be able to have anal sex due to my condition. I reminded him that I've always been upfront about not wanting anal sex. And he told me that had been OK because he though I'd change my mind later on.
At the time I thought I was heartbroken but now I am glad to be free of him. But I'm scared to date again because I worry that many guys will be just as sex obsessed. And that there will be the expectation that I will do various things. I also worry that I so easily gave in to the pressure and sacrificed my own comfort and pleasure for his.
I have never had an orgasm. I do not enjoy masturbation, though I pretended to for his benefit. He told me it was a turn off that I didn't do it.
I faked an orgasm every single time we had sex for our entire eight year relationship. I don't know if he knew. I doubt he had ever bothered to learn anything about female orgasms so probably wasn't suspicious that I always came at the same time as he did.
So many of my memories of our relationship are of me "lying back and thinking of England" or rather "enthusiastically" participating in sex that did very little for me.
He was a really sweet guy before the porn. He used to watch it every night that we were apart. I used to occasionally nose in his browser history. He made little effort to cover his tracks. The most disturbing one was some sort of incest scenario (all adults). I asked him WTF he was watching and he claimed he had clicked by accident. There were all sorts of weird ones with groups and anal etc.
It progressed to chatting online to random women. And random women sending him naked photos. I feel so ashamed now that I put up with it all for so long.
But porn and anal sex and sex pressure is considered normal nowadays.