blur23: I want to fuck a pumpkin on Skype for you. How much to just watch?
She clicked off the conversation tab.
Perhaps, way back, she would have been shocked at such a statement. That was before. Now, it was just another random message to add to the barrage of weird or fucked-up things she read on an almost daily basis. She wasn't about to kink-shame now. Everyone had their own... thing. Hers wasn't watching pumpkins.
Plus, Halloween had already been. Maybe that was the only thing left to do with the pumpkin, she mused.
Another message.
Bone1000: hey gorgeus
Hey you. She replied. One of the regulars. She waited until the response about a show would come. That she could handle.
Sometimes, it wasn't all bad. Sometimes she just kept people company. They kept her company, too. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. There was always an abundance of compliments.
"mmmmmmm sexy"
"so cute!"
"love your tits, sweetie"
"making me hard bby girl"
"you're so much different to the rest of the models".
And such.
Early on she had found herself grouping the types of men (and the odd woman) that visited her room. It was somewhat easy to recognise the categories. The ones who wanted to shock. The ones who needed the release. The ones who needed the company. Someone who would listen to them. Anyone. Even if it was just a cam girl. A lot of the people were lonely on the site, she had come to find.
She was one of the lonely people, too.
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This was something that's been lurking in my drafts for a while, now. I reckoned it was time to release it into the wild. Hope you enjoyed. Maybe I'll write some new stuff in these weird times. But, maybe not, too.
Stay safe and try not to overthink things now wonderful people x
Read part 2 here.
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