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Who else forgot yesterday wasn't Monday? ***CAMGIRL MEMOIR 15 - BOUNDARIES PT. 1*** **2011** ***"Can you take them out?*** The guy that first took me Private ever, asked me. It wasn't the first time we were on a Skype date though. I tried at all costs to not let any of my nudes be recorded. In fact, "non nude" was displayed in large letters across my profile. It was possible to make some money like this. I had seen it! There were a couple of top girls that never took their clothes off, at most they flashed their boobs, but very rarely. Few things feel as draining as living in a place that you don't feel at home, I wanted to make money ASAP, but I also didn't want my nudes all over the internet plaguing me for life. I was willing to do anything I could to protect myself from too much exposure. **"Maybe.."** - I was wearing a white top without a bra. And a lace lingerie set to be changed into sat on the bed **"What makes me uncomfortable is the idea of being recorded and leaked"** ***"Ah.. if that's the case I don't mind letting you see my screen... I promise I will not record you. You can record me too if you want and then you will have leverage. What do you think?"*** He said with a smirk. We were both the same age and he used to watch me from his college room. I laughed too and sat quiet for a moment, just thinking, my eyes looking over the posters behind his bed. ***"Check your MFC"*** There was a 900 token tip (about $45). **"I will keep my panties on though."** ***"Deal"*** And not only because of the tip, but because I felt he was saying the truth I accepted his request. Of course he was also sharing his screen and proved to me he wasn't recording. I started stripping down and changing the angles of the camera. I felt self conscious about how my body looked, more specifically my breasts. To keep things moving I made sure to use some lotion that was nearby. Mr. CherryPopper asked if he could show his webcam and I agreed. His eyes looked like they were popping out of his head. He made some funny faces and signal I looked hot. I thought he was just trying to make me laugh. Which he probably was to some extent. ***"Bend down over the bed and look back at me"*** I change the webcam placement one more time and bend down. When I looked back I saw him making a V with his fingers and licking in between them. The nerve! My first impulse was laughter. But I figured it was supposed to be a sexy moment. I decided to look away for a few and keep moving to the song before looking again. This time his mouth was covering all the webcam. The tongue twisted side to side and in circular motions, his face showing pure pleasure and dedication. Eyes rolled back until they were white. If someone entered his room right at that moment it would look like he was making out with his webcam. A laugh escaped and I hoped he didn't hear it. But quickly enough he moved away and started typing: ***"Did you say something?"*** **"I just said I love dancing for you"** ***"Cum for me while I lick you"*** - And got down to business again. So I pretended that his webcam had sensorial nerves connected to my body somehow and he licked the air for about more 5 minutes. Until I "finished" and he finished. ~~~ The feeling was always a bit weird at the time. I'd always have this feeling telling me "See? It wasn't so bad" but at the same time another side of me would say "yikes..." My verdict was that now I was the one curious about this world of porn and camming in my marriage. And maybe in the end I could get away with it and stop before things get too compromised. It's so weird to think about how I streamed back then. Even weirder to understand how some guys were ok with me acting this way in a camsite. So much patience. Maybe what was interesting to them was feeling like they had to work to see it, as if I was a friend from class or workplace... ~~~~ Upon finishing the video call I went to the kitchen to make some tea and sit outside with the cats. It was 3:20 am and I could see the condensation of my breath in the cold WA weather. I opened my laptop to read the Camgirl Forum and the girls were talking about controlling leaked content. A chill went up my spine as they made it clear that having your family/friends find out your erotic content was a matter of "when" and not "if". Not only that but the Private Shows of the popular girls had just leaked into a popular site and it turns out that they did very hardcore shows in group/private. "So much for non nude"... ***"Well.. I guess it makes sense."*** I couldn't judge their façade. They looked sexy in their videos and I still admired the way they communicated with their chatroom. But it was even more obvious now why my climb in the site was so slow. I had been naïve thinking they never did anything more. On the next day, one of them had nearly tripled her viewers and she managed to finish a large Goal for a first Public Shower show within 15 min. The more I watched the more it seemed comfortable to do it. I finished my water and ran out of the door 5 minutes late for my cashier job. After 5 long hours standing on my feet and a terrible lower back pain I did the math to how much I had already earned that day... $40 after taxes. Great. A guy drops a few packets of fishing bai.t on the counter for me to ring. He keeps staring at me as I do my job and now I feel uncomfortable: **"It will be $XX"** ***"Sure.. hey I feel like I know you from somewhere!"*** **"Oh.. really?"** I look down even lower than necessary to count the money. ***"Yes.."*** **"Maybe I just have an average face :) Hope you have a good day"** ***"Maybe.. thank you! You take care"*** Duh.. of course he didn't know me from the internet I barely had 20 people sitting in my room every night. But that made me think about all the risks I was taking even more... I had to chill and just make a decision if I'd be comfortable with a future where camming wasn't a secret. Illustration pic of virtual oral sex