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So here’s an amusing true story titled: Before Onlyfans, Girls Did It For Fun!
In 2013, I got back from Afghanistan with a stack of deployment cash and moved to Tallahassee, where my super cute, borderline hot girlfriend—let’s call her Sarah, a fake name—was a sophomore at Florida State, in a mid-tier sorority of rich South Florida girls. Sarah had DD tits and was living her college life. I rented an apartment to chill, getting blown nightly by my 20-year-old girlfriend that lacked a gag reflex. I’d always been into naked pictures, posing her to make them artsy, or so I thought. Sarah, an art minor from an art magnet high school, was excited to be the subject and help plan shots. She’d get drunk at bars, come home, and do my wild ideas. Her art background shone in my favorite shots of her smoking cigarettes—she looked innocent, not the type for Marlboros. No one knew.
Things escalated when Sarah got into coke, taking it to another level. We posted her smoking pics on fetish forums, and she chatted with random dudes online. She set up a FetLife profile, showing off more. When I was away for Army gigs, she’d sext strangers, and I’d read her hot messages. It got wilder—she almost met sketchy “photographers,” and shit slid. By 2016, we’d moved to her hometown; she was doing lots of coke, promoting her hottest photos for fun since OnlyFans didn’t exist. She considered more to make money. I saw her as entertainment, not my girlfriend from 2011. She cheated while I worked out of town, and we ended. I wished I’d seen her go big—her innocent look was perfect for any amateur porn shoot. I wanted to see those tits bounce, though she wasn’t marriage material. Craziest? No one suspected she sucked and fucked like a champ, smoked, did coke off my dick because it was hot, and lived like a porn star. What could have been?
In 2013, I got back from Afghanistan with a stack of deployment cash and moved to Tallahassee, where my super cute, borderline hot girlfriend—let’s call her Sarah, a fake name—was a sophomore at Florida State, in a mid-tier sorority of rich South Florida girls. Sarah had DD tits and was living her college life. I rented an apartment to chill, getting blown nightly by my 20-year-old girlfriend that lacked a gag reflex. I’d always been into naked pictures, posing her to make them artsy, or so I thought. Sarah, an art minor from an art magnet high school, was excited to be the subject and help plan shots. She’d get drunk at bars, come home, and do my wild ideas. Her art background shone in my favorite shots of her smoking cigarettes—she looked innocent, not the type for Marlboros. No one knew.
Things escalated when Sarah got into coke, taking it to another level. We posted her smoking pics on fetish forums, and she chatted with random dudes online. She set up a FetLife profile, showing off more. When I was away for Army gigs, she’d sext strangers, and I’d read her hot messages. It got wilder—she almost met sketchy “photographers,” and shit slid. By 2016, we’d moved to her hometown; she was doing lots of coke, promoting her hottest photos for fun since OnlyFans didn’t exist. She considered more to make money. I saw her as entertainment, not my girlfriend from 2011. She cheated while I worked out of town, and we ended. I wished I’d seen her go big—her innocent look was perfect for any amateur porn shoot. I wanted to see those tits bounce, though she wasn’t marriage material. Craziest? No one suspected she sucked and fucked like a champ, smoked, did coke off my dick because it was hot, and lived like a porn star. What could have been?
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