That tickles me a great deal. I am overcome by curiosity wondering what other hits one might find when one searches for CPAP porn, but I’m afraid to look and I’ll tell you why.
Once, when I was a young lass, just starting out on the red blood trail that is life as a menstruating woman, I awoke in the middle of the night at my grandma’s house to discover that I was in need of some feminine protection, which was located in the room in which my parents were supposed to be asleep.
I say “supposed to be asleep” because, as you can guess, dear readers, they were not.
And they were not playing a lively game of euchre.
Fifteen years later, I still can’t get that image out of my head.
The types of people who need CPAP machines are people such as me and, more importantly, my dad. So, any amateur porn being made out there somehow involving the CPAP machine is going to involve folks like my dad.
I cannot risk seeing anything like that ever again. I don’t have time for the intensive therapy it would take to get over that.