[F] “Once I even staged suicide”: a model of an erotic video chat about my work.

How to become a webcam model?

I am 23 years old, from Russia, so I apologize for the translation errors. I study for a journalist. In my free time I play video games, go to concerts. In the summer, if possible, I’ll hitchhike around the country.

Web modeling is a job where you communicate with viewers (using a webcam), fulfilling some of their requests. Webcams are often compared to pornography because in both cases a naked girl sits in the frame. I learned about the existence of this profession at the age of 18 from my boyfriend, who was much older than me. He said that there are girls who simply stream themselves and get good money for it. Later on Facebook, I saw a post saying that the webcam studio is gaining models: they promised remote work with good earnings and without a dress code. One of the main requirements was knowledge of foreign languages. I learned that in every million-plus city there are several webcam studios that do full-fledged business on streams (most of them are concentrated in St. Petersburg). Studios are ordinary three- or four-room apartments, in each of which a model sits. Typically, studios have a large base of girls who change, for example, every six hours. The studio receives a percentage of donations. Read more »

My Confusion Part 2 [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As I was about to cum my mind went to the training room with the coach rubbing my leg near my crotch, it was at that moment I came.
What the fuck I thought, why did I think of that now?
And why did it make me cum so hard?

Early the next morning I was out on the track.
The morning sun felt great on my alcohol abused body.
You could see the dew beginning to burn off the track.
Later as the asphalt heats up comes the shimmer of heat mirages that trick you into thinking there is water on the track.
When I run late in the day I use these to trick my mind into thinking I have to reach them.
Yet they are always just out of reach.
I decided to get the jump on my team mates while they were still asleep.
I was trying to beat my best time and to that end I set a training regime, one that is a bit more rigorous then what the coach set forth.
Each day up at dawn and onto the track.
I loved running alone, I had only myself to compete with.
When in a group there was the inevitable need to be better, faster then those around you.
When I am alone I have time to think and allow my mind to wander where it will.
This morning it wandered to my coach and why I thought of him while jerking off last night. Read more »

Mr. Blue Eyes – Part 3, The Conclusion [MF] [Public] [Tease] [HEA]

It’s a good thing my boss wasn’t a micromanager, because if she was, she’d have noticed that I’d done basically no work in the past day and a half. I just couldn’t concentrate. Every time I closed my eyes I saw those cobalt-blue eyes, and felt his fingers inside me. I remembered the warm, hard expanse of his chest, and the way his cock throbbed against my ass as I sat in his lap.

I looked at my phone for the hundredth time. It had been several hours since I sexted him and yet I’d had nary a response from my blue-eyed stranger. Logically this meant he had a responsible adult job and couldn’t immediately reply to my text. Fine. Ugh. But my brain was going haywire from the potent mix of hormones and adrenaline, and I was a quivering bundle of nerves. Each small sound, even if it wasn’t anything like my cell phone vibrating, set me off. Read more »

Mr. Blue Eyes – Part 3, The Conclusion [MF] [Public] [Tease] [HEA]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dsyfkd/mr_blue_eyes_mf_public_tease/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dthhti/mr_blue_eyes_part_2_mf_public/)

It’s a good thing my boss wasn’t a micromanager, because if she was, she’d have noticed that I’d done basically no work in the past day and a half. I just couldn’t concentrate. Every time I closed my eyes I saw those cobalt-blue eyes, and felt his fingers inside me. I remembered the warm, hard expanse of his chest, and the way his cock throbbed against my ass as I sat in his lap.

I looked at my phone for the hundredth time. It had been several hours since I sexted him and yet I’d had nary a response from my blue-eyed stranger. Logically this meant he had a responsible adult job and couldn’t immediately reply to my text. Fine. Ugh. But my brain was going haywire from the potent mix of hormones and adrenaline, and I was a quivering bundle of nerves. Each small sound, even if it wasn’t anything like my cell phone vibrating, set me off. Read more »

Hello S-P-O-R-T-S fans!!! (Sexually Promiscuous Oh-so-juicy Ravishing & Titillating Specimens)

Hiya,

So for the majority of the civilized world, Sunday is marked with a tradition as old as America herself, bathed in a baptism of cheap beer, stained jerseys, and screaming at the television like they can hear you… Of course I’m talking about football, but it’s not the only practice that rules Sunday afternoon…

No, for the rest of us degenerates and depravers, the last day of the week is marked as just another time to curl up in bed, remove everything below the waist and fucking play baby, plaaaay. And how do I like to play, you might ask? Well first of all, I don’t call a penalty for any dirty conduct, and I don’t stop and start every 5 seconds… In fact, I’m hoping our sessions last well into Monday morning. Read more »

[MF] “This sounds kinda weird, but…

… I want to escape your bondage”

This was the message I was sent on Reddit and, after some back and forth, we met in person at the weekend.

I chose a bench by the river, which was a popular place for people to walk by, and put a single red rose on the bench next to me. I sat in the chilly wind watching the water flow gently.

A rowing team sailed by, followed by a gaggle of geese.

I felt her presence before she spoke.

5ft 8. Light tan jacket, tied with a matching belt. Leather leggings. Black leather boots just below the knee. Flowing blonde hair. A shy smile. Curvy build.

She was mid-50’s and recently out of an unfulfilling marriage. Kids long left home. Burning desire to be tied up.

She held the rose close to her nose and took a long sniff of its scent as we sat and spoke about life. Her life. Fantasies.

The following Thursday evening I was sat on my knees in her living room.

She was writhing around on the floor. Tied up in duct tape. Read more »

Playing Footsies, Chapter 4 [Foot Fetish] [MF]

After the long and boring lecture he found himself walking home alone. He had waited by the front gates for a little while to see if one of his roommates came out but they obviously had extra-curricular activities.

He tired the front door but it was locked. No one else was home yet. His key slid into the lock and the door opened. He made his way upstairs to his room but as he was about to enter he stopped. A soft thumping was coming from down the hall. It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the house. That meant it wasn’t Madison and it wasn’t Shivani. Was it Vicki or Dani?

Will dropped his bag in his room and went off to explore.

Down the hallways he went, further passing the room he had been in and around several corners. The music got louder.

Eventually, he found the door it was behind and he put his ear close. Aggressive music pounded from beyond, distorted guitars, fast drums, and what sounded like an angry female vocalist. He hated this stuff too.

Will took a breath and knocked firmly. Read more »

Quickie.

A quickie before I go
no time for nice and slow.
In a rush
will you gush.

Panties round your knees
leg high.
pushing inside
a moan a cry.

Feel it enjoy it
it wont be long
when we come
I will be gone.

No time for good bye
on my way
only in your
memory I will
stay.

The Stranger [MF]

Jess and I matched on a dating app less than a week ago. Right away the talk got to sex, as one of her interests involved fanfic smut. Shortly after that photos of her fucking herself followed. I soon realised this girl was up for just about anything. I begun assuming a dom role. Telling her when to fuck herself, telling her not to cum unless I say she can, and demanding videos of proof. She played the role of sub amazingly. We still hadn’t met yet, as our schedules and lives hadn’t lined up. Keep in mind, this was only a matter of days after we first started talking. I decided to see how far she was willing to go. So I told her I had an idea, and it would work MUCH better if it was our first meeting. She was intrigued, and I fanned the flames by telling her it was probably too extreme for her, and she’d never do it. After a bit of begging and some photos to try and persuade me, I told her the idea. Read more »

A tale of a boy and his dream…… Explicit, [MFF], [F]

The Dominate and the submissive:

A tale of a boy and his dreams

I have you in My grasps, under My complete control, you sitting there collar and leashed bound, bending to My every wish… or you will be. My thought as I looked at the picture of the man I was about to meet for dinner. I gave My attire a once over and checked My bag to make sure that I had everything for the night. While walking out the door, I made a phone call to one of my friends that would be meeting up with me later. Everything was set to go.

A breath taking beauty walked thought the doors at Blue Moon, A nice but private place. You had been talking to Me for a month now and couldn’t believe your luck. This was going to be one of the best nights in your life or so you thought while I sat down.

We had a nice meal and a few drinks. The night was looking good for you or so you thought, While you left to go to the bath room, I slipped something into your drink to make it a little easier to get you to the house. Read more »