Besides what I keep on my computer... I think there might be one old porn DVD around here somewhere that somebody left. As soon as I got out of my parents house, suddenly the thrill of owning my own pornography evaporated. There's nothing even remotely illicit about it so it lost its appeal.
With the internet, when I need said material... well, frankly, I have to fall all over myself not to find it.
I've bought a few things over the years from adult shops but immediately after I ejaculate, I feel stupid about having spent money on whatever it is and even worse that my car might have been spotted while I was there. It's sexual buyers remorse triggered by a climax.
JSZ