Back when I first started webcamming, I did a lot of Skype shows. I had one particular fan who was My absolute favorite. He’d want 10 minute shows at a time, always focusing on My mouth. I have a perfect mouth, after all, and he couldn’t contain himself. The session would start, we’d hit 10 minutes and he’d beg for another 10 minute show. He’d send his money instantly, and the show would continue. We kept this going for months upon months. Sometimes he’d pay for photos, all shot with My webcam on My Macbook Pro. I had better cameras, offering better quality, but he paid a lot of money for shitty quality and that’s really how I liked it. It was easy. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as easy money with no strings attached.
Occasionally, he’d send Me high end lipstick off My wishlist to wear for our Skype sessions or in the photosets he’d ordered. My first MAC, Lancome & Chanel lipsticks were from him. He loved My tongue and when I flipped him off. It was easy.
Towards the end of our time “together”, My semester started back up at uni. A few times, while I was sitting in My mass media class, he’d beg to just be ignored by Me & My mouth. I’d sit in class, one time making $500 off him, just to occasionally bite my nails, lick or suck on My pen, or lick My lips. He was such an easy rip off.
Making money off him was so easy. Like everyone, he eventually disappeared from My Skype contact list. Lost to a girlfriend or wife. Perhaps he could no longer afford Me. Who knows. I got an email from him at some point a year or so after our last cam show, saying he missed Me and asking if I’d get on Skype. I suppose addicts don’t know how to give it up. It’s precious.