*Timeline: 2013-2014*
I started camming partly for money but more importantly for the experience, weird I know.
You see, I am from a smallish city in a state that doesn’t matter. When I say small I mean like, you have to ask “who’s your grandma” before fucking someone. For me, the likelihood a guy was related to me was even higher because my grandma birthed damn near half the town. For example, the cute boy who ushers near the pulpit on youth Sundays; he’s my cousin. That dreamy guy who helps with landscaping at school; he’s my uncle’s cousin. If that wasn’t enough to fuck over my sex life I was given one more “fuck you” from life. I am also the minister’s daughter.
Now, don’t get me wrong; the saying about church girls is pretty spot on. Church girls are some of the freakiest girls out but in my case, there was no one I could experiment with. My dad knew all the men and boys in our town. I had a double whammy. I had no choice but to wait for the opportunity to present its self. It was the waiting that turned me so rotten. All that time I spent rubbing off under sheets and fucking shower heads just drove me deeper into lust. By the time I was able to graduate and go away to college I was a soaking horny mess.