I want to welcome all those who are reading this story. My name is Anna and I am currently nineteen years old. I am a journalism student, which is probably why I decided to capture the events that happened to me a year ago in a text. I decided to publish it on a site where such stories will find a reader.
It happened, as I have already mentioned, last year when I was almost a senior in high school. It was not easy for me to study, and exams were hanging over me like a terrible storm cloud, capable of striking with lightning all those who by their stupidity could not learn the material of the school program. But despite all my fears about bad grades, my person led an extremely hedonistic lifestyle. Daily meetings with girlfriends, hangouts, and other activities, but highly unproductive activities took up all my time to study.
My boyfriend at the time (I will call him Harry in the story) was very unhappy with my grades, because we wanted to enter a prestigious university together, and he was afraid that I would not be able to study there. But as soon as I butter him up a little bit, he quickly changed his anger for mercy and temporarily put an end to his complaints about my education.
Above I briefly introduced you to my life at that time. One average day, when I was talking to my friend (Mary) on the phone and sharing my occasional worries about my studies and future life, she advised me of an interesting and, as I thought, easy way to make money, namely selling my erotic photos using a dating site.
– There are a lot of perverts out there,” Mary said then, “you can save money for college.
– What if Harry finds out,” I wondered.
– He won’t,” my friend said confidently, “unless he’s out there looking for whores,” she said and laughed so loudly that her mother, who was in the kitchen with dinner, took her mind off cooking to hint to her daughter that she wasn’t alone in the apartment.
– And in general, communicate only with men over 35 years old, the main money there, – said the reassured joker, – them many married men want without harm to the marriage a little naughty and are willing to pay for it decent money.
Mary laughed out loud again, and when she heard footsteps in the corridor, she said goodbye in a hurry, referring to some business. And I, in turn, was left alone with my thoughts, fueling my interest in this kind of earnings. My head was assaulted with the theses that it was totally disgusting and wrong and that it was definitely not worth it.
I lasted twenty-four hours. Already the next evening, my computer screen was open to the website sluttyone.com. I did not like the name, because you could not call me slutty, do not get me wrong, I love sex, but I am not the kind of person who can give herself to the first person she meets just to fill her pussy. Despite my inner contradictions, my curiosity was no longer subsiding. A couple of minutes to register and here I began to receive a huge number of offers to meet, date, and have sex. Of all such fans, I chose the most sexy-ideal men who were over thirty years old and offered to buy my virtual sex and piquant pictures for the money. About sixty percent of the sample agreed, and I could make about a few hundred dollars in one day. This was an expected result. My appearance is nice and sexy: brown hair with puffy lips, athletic build, though from sports I am quite far. And although at first, I was embarrassed and ashamed, after the first five clients I realized that this kind of intimate communication turned me on.
wpDiscuz