look at me

I've been back in dodgy webcam chatrooms these last few nights, giving all the boys a cheap thrill (5 quid odd a month is pretty cheap, no?). Little do they realise that I probably get a bigger buzz out of it than they do.
I know some (snobby old cows) are going to look down their noses at me for allowing myself to be "objectified"; whatever. I like being "objectified". It's my choice. I'm not being manipulated into it. I'm not being exploited. I love being watched. I like my body being admired slash gawped at in a sexual way. I like the lewd thoughts that run through their heads when they're watching me, even though most are too busy with their hands to type them out. Occasionally one comes along who's a little more sophisticated, who will whip up a nice little fantasy for me. Help me on my way. But in general it's "show us ur tits", "do u show?" "play with your pussy", and oddly enough "stand up plz", which I never took to be a sexual act, but there you go! But I know what they're thinking. I can see it on their cocks. I like nay love to see them get hard. It just fills me up with all kind of fuzzy happiness, me being the attention hungry slutface that I am. It's like virtual dogging. All the cock, and none of the spunk down the door.

What?

All this modern technology, I thank you. I thank you for the digital camera; until it's invention, I think I only ever saw one "home-made" photo of a cock. Obviously my memory is largely buggered by drugs and booze, but I distinctly remember the photo. He wasn't even hard - I guess that's how it got through Bonus Print? Until the invention of the digital camera, I'd never been snapped naked. It was like, one of the first things I did when I got my hands on one. Ooh, a self timer! Take a photo of your tummy! Your tits! Your bum! Show the world! Because it's better/safer than doing it in the street! (But not more fun than doing it in a carpark.)
And so it progressed. And then earlier this year, I bought my first ever webcam. Not because I wanted to show my long lost mate who now lived in Outer Mongolia my new hairdo, but because I wanted to go dogging, and shagging on cam seemed like good practise. As well as a good outlet for my exhibitionism. I just never anticipated the confidence it'd give me. I mean, I've never been the shy or retiring type, but.
Have you noticed I don't even moan about my small hardly-there tits anymore? Thank the webcam. Or thank the perverts watching my webcam. Either way, I have - for now at least, and oh dear I do hope it lasts now I'm about to say this - no body issues. At all.
I think it may be a first.