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When I became an amateur porn actress, I didn'
Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: First Time, Voyeur, Author: olgakatysheva, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
private room when he could afford it. He wanted to see me enjoying myself, instead of simulating bad porn. He wanted to see my face when I came. I started getting to know him. His name was Arthur. I found out he was a real professor — he taught at a small liberal-arts college, which is why he was online all day, grading papers. I found out he was occasionally cranky, often bitter, but always receptive to banter. He mentioned c***dren, in passing. I mentioned Jason, which, since I pretended to be single online, was another slice of my real self. Finally, I told him one day that I couldn't keep taking his money. It wasn't fair. I liked him too much. I wrote him a long email from my personal email account, the real one, told him my real name, and said I couldn't keep our interactions financial. It felt wrong. We were friends. NEXT: "He'd say something that would have me biting my lip while I worked, so the guy on the other end wouldn't see me cracking up for no apparent reason…" Then we started emailing back and forth, long, gloriously in-depth emails of feelings and thoughts and background and history. He told me about his early twenties doing dangerous and i*****l things on the beaches of Hawaii. He'd moved to the mainland, met his first wife, had a c***d, divorced, met his second wife, bought a house, and had a second c***d… whose name, coincidentally, was the same as mine. He read a lot, loved music of all kinds, and got every reference I threw at him. I told him ...