Exhibitionist, attention-seeker, loner, perfectionist, minx. At any one time I can be some, or all of these things. I am not, however, a professional cam girl, perfect, confident, into meeting people offline or poor.
I am addicted to the novelty of the unseen old man looking at my body and wishing he was 30 years younger; the ego-stroking that comes from a man, woman or couple 1000 miles away telling me they love looking at my naked body, or the greedy pervert wanting to pay me to strip, lick random items, dress-up, allow him to send me gifts, or any one of a million things these people can think of.
Why this past-time? I have an over active imagination; it's always clicking over, and it's usually sexually-based thoughts speeding through. The online world is one of anonymousness, which is perhaps why people get so trapped within its folds and perhaps why my imagination is so interested in running rampant through it. It allows me to stretch out within the un-real world of net-space, and wrap my hands around the bed posts before the imaginary cuffs are clicked into place, leaving me bare and exposed to any eyes that pass my way.