onehitwanda
Venatrix Lacrimosal
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It's a weird... I'm not sure kink is the right word, it's more akin to fascination. I often stare at the photos of the various women who're running cams or chat rooms or... whatever that carousel of earthy delights is that scrolls across the login page.
And I sit and wonder who they are, or what their stories are. How many are doing it because they find it fun; how many started on a whim or as a way to make a bit of extra money for a holiday or rent or whatnot. I construct back stories for them, sometimes.
And I wonder about their real lives.
Every now and then the "front page" changes and I wonder what algorithm drives the selection. I wonder about the people who've appeared, and about those who've disappeared - whether they'll be back; whether they have to "top up" some balance somewhere to fix their ranking, or whether it's just completely arbitrary and they're gone for good.
There was one... I'll call her young woman, because she was too old for the label girl to fit her. Her photo caught her bending over as if she'd been caught in the process of getting dressed. Waves of rich golden hair tucked back behind an ear, looking off screen as if watching something. I wonder whether she got bored, or outed, or simply... moved on. I often used to just sit and stare at her. She should have been the subject for Reubens, she was that lovely.
I wonder where she is and whether she's happy.
Strange. All these other women I'll never know beyond this most insiginificant and intangible way.
The internet really is a shark-infested mangrove rather than a village. Little isolated islands and you can see other inhabitants, but reaching them is often beyond our means.
Anyway, enough rambling. You've been listening to Radio Free Wanda. We will now resume our regular scheduling.
And I sit and wonder who they are, or what their stories are. How many are doing it because they find it fun; how many started on a whim or as a way to make a bit of extra money for a holiday or rent or whatnot. I construct back stories for them, sometimes.
And I wonder about their real lives.
Every now and then the "front page" changes and I wonder what algorithm drives the selection. I wonder about the people who've appeared, and about those who've disappeared - whether they'll be back; whether they have to "top up" some balance somewhere to fix their ranking, or whether it's just completely arbitrary and they're gone for good.
There was one... I'll call her young woman, because she was too old for the label girl to fit her. Her photo caught her bending over as if she'd been caught in the process of getting dressed. Waves of rich golden hair tucked back behind an ear, looking off screen as if watching something. I wonder whether she got bored, or outed, or simply... moved on. I often used to just sit and stare at her. She should have been the subject for Reubens, she was that lovely.
I wonder where she is and whether she's happy.
Strange. All these other women I'll never know beyond this most insiginificant and intangible way.
The internet really is a shark-infested mangrove rather than a village. Little isolated islands and you can see other inhabitants, but reaching them is often beyond our means.
Anyway, enough rambling. You've been listening to Radio Free Wanda. We will now resume our regular scheduling.