More from Ari

• Ari’s – A Pixelated Perversion

  January 18, 2026

  Waifu Gamer Girl Hentai Confessions – Entry #69 (because of course)

  • No Limits • Controller Sticky • Headset On • Shame Off

  Hey degenerates, your favorite 2D-obsessed, RGB-lit, thigh-high-wearing disaster is back~ ♡ Ari here. 22. Chronic edge queen. My gamer tag is basically a warning label at this point. Tonight the room smells like vanilla candle, Monster Energy, and pussy. The usual.

  My setup is glowing purple and pink like a cheap love hotel. Dual monitors, one running my ranked match, the other… well… the other monitor is currently paused on a 3-hour loop of animated tentacles rearranging a squealing blue-haired elf girl’s insides while her eyes roll back and her tongue lolls out like she’s already ascended to the ahegao plane of existence.

  I’m not even pretending to play anymore. My thighs are clamped around the edge of my pink gaming chair, panties long since yanked to the side and tucked into the waistband like a white flag of surrender. The little RGB heart keychain clipped to my choker is bouncing every time I grind down harder against the knurled grip of my PS5 controller. Yeah. That one. The one I promised myself I’d “just use for rhythm games.” Lies.

  I’ve been gooning to the same scene for forty-seven minutes straight. No cumming. Just throbbing, leaking, clenching, whimpering into my kitty-ear headset while my Discord friends think I’m still in voice chat for the lobby. (They’re wrong. I muted ages ago. All they hear now is occasional wet clicking and the tiniest pathetic “mmh~” when the tentacle bulges her belly again.)

  My confession tonight is extra nasty, so buckle up, coomers.

  Last week I did something unforgivable even by my standards. I custom-ordered a dakimakura of my current main squeeze—hyper-busty, freckled, shortstack goblin mage with permanent “please ruin me” expression. When it arrived I didn’t even wait for the packaging tape to be fully off. I straddled her face first, grinding my dripping cunt against the printed clit like I was trying to erase the pixels with my slick. Then flipped her over, lubed up the biggest bad dragon I own (the one that’s honestly too thick for human anatomy, but I’m not human when I’m this horny), and rode her ass print reverse-cowgirl while watching the exact same animated goblin girl on screen get double-stuffed by orc cocks the size of my forearm.

  I came so hard the first time I squirted straight through the fabric. Ruined her. Ruined the pillow. Ruined my chair. Ruined my dignity. Worth it.

  Then—because I’m actually unwell—I kept going. Kept the soaked dakimakura between my thighs, folded in half so her cartoon pussy was pressed right against mine, and fucked myself stupid with the suction-cup dragon stuck to my monitor stand. Every thrust made the whole setup wobble. My second monitor kept flickering with death-replay kill cams while I screamed “fuck—fuck—breed the pixels—give her your cum, please—” like the degenerate goblin-fucker I am.

  I edged for three hours after that. Only allowed myself to cum when the hentai looped back to the money shot: thick, ropey, over-the-top anime cum flooding every hole, overflowing, dripping down trembling thighs in perfect white strands.

  When I finally let go? I blacked out for a second. Woke up with my cheek pressed to the dakimakura’s cum-soaked tits, controller still buzzing between my legs on the highest vibration setting, and a notification from my modded Skyrim save:

  “Follower Aela is waiting for you in the hot spring… again.”

  Yeah. I’m going back in. Probably gonna rub one out to my own character’s ass while she gets railed by a frost troll. Don’t judge me. Or do. The shame just makes me wetter.

  So tell me, perverts— Which 2D girl are you ruining your life over right now? Which scene lives rent-free in your head while you hump your own hand like it owes you money? Drop it in the replies. The filthier the confession, the more I’ll leak reading it.

  Keyboard warrior hours are open. Pussy is also open. Coincidence? I think not~ ♡

  level 99 coomette • certified tentacle magnet • currently grinding for the lewd achievement

• Ari’s Forbidden Fruit

  January 4, 2026

  Ari stood before the camera, her petite frame wrapped in a sheer, white robe that clung to her every curve. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, and her dark eyes seemed to hold a secret world of forbidden desire. As she began her performance, her voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to reach deep into the viewer’s soul.

  Ari’s story was one of forbidden love and the consequences of indulging in taboo passions. She portrayed a young woman named Enya who had fallen deeply in love with her sister’s fiancé. As Ari’s words painted a sensual picture of their illicit affair, she couldn’t resist the urge to act out the story.

  She let her robe slide off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin and the swell of her breasts. Ari’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that had captivated Enya’s forbidden love. Her performance was a sensual dance of rebellion and desire, each movement and whispered word leading her deeper into the forbidden heart of the story.