I found this beautiful dress in my closet. I bought it five ..
Added 2024-12-14 12:18:08 +0000 UTCI found this beautiful dress in my closet. I bought it five years ago, but it feels like it was just yesterday. I’ve never worn it, it still even has the tag on it. Back then, I was slim, and the dress was loose on me—now I could barely zip it up🥴
I wanted to say that I miss the times when I had just started my OnlyFans. Even though it was so recent—just a month ago. Back then, I knew all my subscribers. They read my posts, we discussed them, shared stories about ourselves and our lives. It felt like a kind of circle of friends. Then some people started disappearing without a word, and it hurt me because it felt like I didn’t deserve it.
Now I have 261 subscribers, most of whom never write to me, or they’re promotional bots. And it’ll only grow. More and more, I get messages from weird guys asking endless questions about my underwear or sending me unsolicited dick pics. It feels like I’m dissolving into this kind of “interaction,” where there’s less and less meaning.
I always knew what OnlyFans is for, but now it feels like that understanding is sinking into me on a deeper level. I can’t grow close to anyone here because, for all these people, I’m just an OnlyFans model—I’m a service. And so they should, first and foremost, be a source of income for me.
Chatting with smart, cultured people is still enjoyable, of course, but my heart has grown colder and calmer. There’s no longer any excitement about meeting new people, no attempts to dig out the personalities of new fans beneath layers of lustful nonsense. It’s just not worth it.
Those who are interested in my body can buy my paid posts or view the free ones—there are plenty. Those who happen to read my posts and find my personality interesting will message me with something meaningful and ask clear questions. It’s either money or truly respectful, deep, intellectual communication. Everything else is just disrespect.
