MEN BRAG. THEY just can’t seem to help themselves. Even when they are paying me to spend time with them, when it is guaranteed I will “like” them, they feel the need to brag. Richard, username SentfromHeaven, is like that. He is a senator, a position that does not impress me in the slightest, but something he is obviously over-the-moon proud about. He mentioned it in our second session, his voice a muted whisper, as if there were someone in his empty house, or my lonely loft, who might hear his confession. He also mentioned it on our third, fourth, and fifth sessions, just in case I forgot it or didn’t catch it the first time.
For a senator, he is fucking stupid. He’s on a website that requires his credit card and tracks his IP address, and he uses a webcam, flashing his face during half the chat, when it isn’t zoomed in on his limp and uncooperative penis. I’m not “that girl”—I don’t have any desire to record our sessions and sell the photos to the highest bidder—but it is only a matter of time before another camgirl will. I told Richard as much. He should be cautious, use my personal site, and not mention his profession to any other camgirls. I know that advice went in one hairy ear and out the other.
Richard doesn’t have any particular sexual hang-ups or secret fetishes. I think his ego is why he logs on. It is the forbidden thrill. It is the need to have anything and everything he wants, one of those things being the perceived worship by a naked young woman. It is just a matter of time before he is exposed, his firm stance on morality defrauded.
But not by me. Killer: yes. Exploiter of secrets: no.