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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
people who want you to do something for them. But Arthur was my friend. He wanted to listen to little stories about my day, and he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him, too. He was shaggily attractive, disheveled, with a concentrated, thoughtful face and mop of brown hair, a college professor from Central Casting. He groaned as he showed me his cock and I licked my lips, imagining it inside me. We said we loved each other, finally. Neither of us had believed you could build love only online, without ever meeting, and yet, here we were. We feverishly talked about meeting, me flying to his town to couchsurf and sneak to his office during the day, so we could finally touch each other's skin. It became a bit tortured, as he realized he couldn't have both me and his wife. Everything was laced with sadness and the forbidden. But he sustained me, a light in the seedy darkness. He said I did the same for him, and that he would love me forever. We started to grow apart a little bit — it was hard to keep up the stream of constant communication with the different time zone. He told me his wife had been offered a ... job in Europe; it would mean losing contact with his c***d and probably hamstringing his own career. Just as they made the decision that they would move to Europe, his wife found out about me. He sent me an email telling me briefly what happened and that we had to sever all contact with each other. He wrote that although he wanted nothing more than to hear from me one last time, it was for the best if I said nothing. So I didn't. The lines of communication fell completely silent. Day by day, piece by piece, I picked up my broken heart and tried to move on. I wanted to write him every day, message after message with the same thing: do you think of me? I love you. I wanted selfish proof that I was memorable, adored. I wanted to say his name. Years of silence later, I got a message from him on Facebook, presumably the only means of contact unmonitored by his wife. It was only one word: "Still." By that time, I still do cam shows, but I'm using my own domain and I choose who I let in. I even give free passes to people who reminded me of THEPROFESSOR. Right now, im STILL waiting... 1veronikastarr8@gmail.com