Addiction to porn - and with the internet, the easy access to internet porn - is a real problem. It's an endless and bottomless hole. It's like being addicted to free pussy. And at a certain point, when is too much enough?
(This sounds like a rhetorical question.)
You could type in your fetish and spend hours, not to mention days, clicking on every link and every image, looking for the exact permutation of what you think will get you off.
It's the new version of a mid-life crisis. You don't have to go out and find a young secretary to express your waning but desperate sexuality. You don't have to go sit in stripper joints wondering why you aren't getting enough... don't know how to get enough, or where.
The tease online is irresistible, and there's always more. And it is never there the way you want it. So you go just a little bit more. Show me just an inch more, baby.
But it's not entirely what it seems. The sites - all 100,000 on "cum-covered pussy" - are actually clones and links to a recycled collection of links to pay sites. These link-pages are good to kill a couple hours, investigating every "free" gallery, clip, and story, but they're actually hosted by the pay sites themselves, or the people running them get a sawbuck for everyone that goes and signs up with their credit card. You can only go so far without paying.
And after a while there comes a sudden moment when I'm reminded of my pitiful "get a life" status. How many times have I gotten hot looking at these links, and what they promise if only I pay, I sign up, jerk off to the first movie I download, and immediately cancel 15 minutes later?
But sometimes, if you're patient, you actually inadvertently stumble upon something wonderful and amazing. It may be a "true" amateur site, with pictures you don't see on all the others. It's possibly really free. It might be Russian, or some other spin on a kink that sends you to the next new unexpected and horny level. Now that you've become an expert on how many of the scenes and pics are recycled ("Oh, that's from Brazzers. Big fake tits on the 'porn' milf." "Oh, it's Bangbus; probably has a condom."), an unexpected find is rewarded.
I used to go into adult bookstores, and have the same sense of being a kid in the candy store, with infinite treasures within my reach. The promise of pleasure behind only a plastic wrap, one-half hour of time to myself, and a credit card slip signed off.
But there was always a risk. And on the internet there is an anonymous ability to go whereever you want, or can. For however long you have the time and inclination for. So if you do stumble upon something like sex with dogs... you can click on it, just for a moment. Is that interesting to someone? Is it interesting to you?
How 'bout horses? How about pissing? Hey, you can look at whatever you want and no one is looking over your shoulder.
No one sees you go into the bi or black section. Or both. That thought crossed my mind once... You can look and satify your curiosity for as long as you want until you've had enough.
Or realize you might want more. The roads and the branches off are endless. So every so often all those hours and pop-ups pay off. The web cloud of smut has raised its dress to give you a glimpse of the treasure still hiding, still promising. Something you indeed did not know would make you feel that way.
I try to avoid the feeling that I need a stronger, more bizarre kick, and keep my interest to simply wanting to be thrilled by the unknown pleasure I always knew I had within me. Just the one I could not otherwise (in the real world, or on the well-travelled, well-linked, corporate sites) have stumbled upon.
This unexpected and positive feedback makes me keep going, surf a little longer, click more often, looking for the hidden Easter eggs.