[F4A] Slut Stories vol. 7 - Camgirl Confessions; Meeting up with my Mod

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Hello, my lovely listeners. It's me, Lolip, back with another slut story. And I have gotten numerous requests for more stories about my glory days as a camp girl.

So we're going to delve back into that portion of my life. Today, I want to tell you about a wonderful human being whose name is Mr. Bubbles.

Obviously, that's not his, you know, God-given name or anything. But that was his screen name. And he was my moderator when I was camming.

He kind of started off like a regular fan. Hold on, I'm going to take a big ol' rippy dip here. Because, you know, we can't do slut stories sober.

We gotta be a little big. Okay. So Bubbles was my mod.

He started off like a regular old fan. And he showed up a lot, like almost every time I was online. And then it just turned into him always being there.

And me being 19, I, you know, was flirting back. I was newly single out of a really long, awful relationship. And fully coming into my ho era.

And, yeah, I just wanted to flirt with him a little. Because he was really funny. I remember that being the first thing I noticed about him.

He always made the atmosphere in all of my cam rooms really fun. And he would hype up the crowd and get people to tip for me. Which was just so nice of him.

So obviously I wanted to repay him a little bit. And just get to know this human being who had taken such an interest in me. And so we started out DMing each other.

And this was back in the Skype days. So we would Skype sometimes. It started off just audio calls.

And then we got into actual video calls. And he was really cute. And I developed this huge crush on him.

But obviously I wasn't looking for anything super serious. So we kept it really casual. And he lived really far away from me.

This was back when I was living in Florida. And he lived all the way in Chicago. So it wasn't too far.

But we were young. It's not like we could just drive to each other's houses or something. That's just not who we were.

So we would talk all the time. We would have Skype sex all the time. And we got to be really good friends.

And I forget. He came into money somehow. I don't know if it was birthday money.

Or he had a grandparent die or something. But I remember he was just suddenly flushed with cash. And he was like, Yo, would it be weird if I came and visited you? I was like, yes, please.

Please come visit me. Come stay in my shitty little hometown. There's like one hotel here, I guess.

So he got a hotel room for an extended weekend. It was like a Thursday to a Monday. And I took off of work.

And obviously I didn't bring him back to my house. Because I was living with my parents at the time. I picked him up from the airport.

And it was a little awkward. Because part of me wanted to just kiss him. But I didn't.

And he didn't kiss me either. And we went and got food and stuff. And we just went back to his hotel room to hang out.

And the second we got through the door, he immediately started kissing and making out. And he had confided to me at this time that he was a virgin. And I obviously wasn't.

So I took his virginity. Over and over and over again for like five days. Like I said, I took off work.

I told him I had family in town. And I told my mom I was staying at a girlfriend's. And I camped out in this hotel room with this kid for like, not kid, he was an adult.

He was like 19 too. I think he was 19 or 20. He was like a year older than me, I think.

But yeah, we just camped out in this hotel room and fucked like rabbits. Like everything we wanted to do to each other over like the almost year that I'd been friends with him. And all of the nasty messages we sent each other.

And everything he wanted to try. Everything he never had a chance to do. And everything I never had a chance to do.

Like I was trying new things. Yeah, it was so, so hot. And then he went back home.

And we stayed in touch for a little while. Even after I stopped camping. But it was always very platonic.

We were really good fuck buddies. And I hold a lot of love for him in my heart still to this day. Like even my husband, I've told him about Mr.

Bubbles. Like he was just such a cool dude. And like, he was really fun.

And sweet. And I hope he's doing okay. I've kind of lost touch with him.

We were friends on Facebook forever. But then, you know, nobody uses Facebook anymore except for like people's moms. But then again, I'm people's moms.

Oh boy, that's a fun rabbit hole. But yeah, so we grew old and grew apart. And Mr.

Bubbles, if you are out there. I'm not going to put your real name out there. But you know your real name.

And you know if you are Mr. Bubbles. Who used to be a mod for me.

You probably recognize my voice. I'd love to get back in contact with you. But yeah.

That was such a fun part of my life. Just like experimenting and trying new things. And with new people.

That was like. He was like the first guy I really fucked. Like with emotions.

After like my first real relationship too. And it was different emotions. It wasn't like love, love.

But it was like friendship, love. But still fucking. Does that make sense? Do people get that? That you can just be friends and want to fuck somebody.

And like just want to be their friend. Okay, maybe I'm high. I'm going to go before I say something weird.

Anyways. I hope you all had a fantastic Halloween. And I'm glad to be back.

And. Yep. Have a good night.

Or day. Or morning. Or afternoon.

Or weekend. Or whatever the fuck. Time it is.

Time has no meaning. And we can apparently just change it whenever we want. And make it dark as fuck.

Okay. I'm leaving. Goodbye.

Charger Vibrator love you. Bye.