Introduction
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First, the anonymous trolls can back off please. This story is based on true events and I make no apologies for my actions...
Over the years I've had literally hundreds of on-line "affairs" with all sorts of different men. Almost all of them just wanted to meet me, get nudes of me or enjoy free phone sex but in EVERY case I refused. Despite an almost ten year history and me having written about this numerous times, there are STILL guys who think they will somehow be the one to coax me into doing such things. Well, guys who push too hard for me to cam or send a photo of me other than what I want simply get put on my ignore list. Really, I mean why should I take any risks just for a little short-lived fun?
While the vast majority of people who contact me are pervs and fakes (I'm not as dumb as people seem to think), now and then I hear from someone who's special. I mean someone who I've confirmed is real - although usually not because they wanted me to find out. Someone that does naughty things for me to prove what they tell me. It's pretty unbelievable what some people will do for me. It's funny that some people accuse me of making up some or all of my diary but I doubt anyone would believe what some of these guys have done. For this reason, and to protect everyone involved, I generally never post or discuss such things in my diary.
Scott was one of the few who met all the criteria - and then some. He was real, engaged, and willing to do things that would have shocked his fiance and mother had they known. I'll leave it up to the reader to decide what parts actually happened - if any of it. All of the names, locations and other identifying attributes have been changed so don't try to "read between the lines" to figure out who he is, where he lives, or even when this happened for that matter.
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Flirting On-Line
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Wow, it's hard sometimes to believe all that's happened since the first time I entered into an on-line adult chat site. Back then I was just eighteen; a home-sick, ultra-horny college freshman frustrated by the draconian rules imposed on me by my university regarding sexual conduct. Essentially it boiled down to they expected me to behave like I was at some sort of convent. No College Fuck-Fest episodes to be sure! I wasn't even allowed to wear a bikini or shorts that came higher than mid-thigh!! It wasn't like I didn't know the rules when I chose to go there but like many things in life, reality turned out to be a whole lot more difficult to deal with.
Being on-line was new for me, at least in the realm of adult "meeting" sites, and I really had no idea what I was doing at first. Fearful of being discovered, I started out by pretending to be different women/girls of various ages, locations and backgrounds. At the beginning it seemed to be as much fun pretending to be a forty year-old frustrated housewife as it was to act out being a college girl again and anxious to explore my newfound sexuality. Of course the guys all ate it up regardless of how far-fetched things became and from the beginning it amazed me how they would believe almost anything I said no matter how ridiculous.
Perhaps what shocked me the most was how badly these guys WANTED to believe me. It wasn't just to chat - most wanted me to call them, expose myself on cam for them and even meet with them - regardless of whether I was that forty year-old MILF or a clueless virgin. Some of the role play was particularly disturbing. For goodness sake, hasn't everyone seen "To Catch a Predator" on TV at least once?
The things some guys would do with absolutely no proof of who I really was and without me responding in kind was astounding - and titillating! Men would masturbate for me on their cams and send me photos of them doing it. Some would also send me pics of their families - especially their wives and daughters. Then the things they would DO with those photos... you can probably imagine.
Yeah, so it was a lot of fun at first but over time it lost its luster. One of my biggest problems was keeping track of all the lies and misrepresentations I was making on-line. It was pretty embarrassing to start chatting again as a college girl and have the guy ask what was going on since apparently the last time we'd chatting I was supposedly older than his wife. It's like me today when I chat with guys. I've learned that if I talk with a person long enough I can always determine whether or not they are being truthful. Think of it as a long-term interrogation where it's almost impossible to maintain the facade without making a slip somewhere along the line. Like one guy who sent me a photo that when blown up showed a name badge, or another who took a pic of his daughter's room showing a nametag on her backpack.
Not only was it embarrassing to be caught in a lie, pretending to be someone else wasn't all that much fun after a while. I had to make everything up and it got to where I was asking myself what was the point? I would've had to keep up a special notebook just to track all my impersonations and even then have been impossible not to slip up.
In some cases where I trusted the guy or woman I would trade photos but of course they had to be of someone that matched the person I was impersonating which meant stealing them from someone's FaceBook page or other on-line source. The problem there was I would quickly run out and have to make up lame excuses for why I didn't have more. That's funny as that's exactly how I "out" someone today when it turns out they have a limited portfolio. It immediately tells me they're doing just what I did back then - borrowing them from someone else. It's even more true when all they have are nudes. Like, who has more nudes of their wife than regular photos?
So over time I started to forego the "fake" Kelly and just be myself. Right off the bat I learned that for a number of people the real Kelly wasn't nearly as appealing as the fake versions. I guess that's only logical because as a fake I could do literally anything whereas in real life I was restricted by reality. Still, I found myself enjoying myself more with those who still wanted to be friends with me. It was so much easier and less nerve-wracking to be able to pick up a conversation after not having spoken to someone for months and not have to worry about what I'd said the last time we chatted!
At the same time that I made my switch from fiction to reality I found myself becoming less and less tolerant of people posing as someone else. Really guys, I'm not THAT naive! Of course people like to get on-line and live out their fantasies and to some extent I can tolerate it when people "enhance their resumes". Still let's be real... If I believed every "cock shot" then I'm living in the wrong part of the country as men everywhere else are eight inches long and two inches thick!
That said, while I would play along with most people so long as it wasn't ridiculous, I would usually cut off contact with such people after the first chat or two. Really, what was the point in continuing? Over the years fewer and fewer people have made it to my "Friends" list and even fewer remain on it for very long. Today I would say there's less than a dozen people on-line that I consider true friends. All of them have been in contact with me for years and shared enough with me to trust them. Well... trust them to a certain point. While I may provide more information about me and share racier photos and such, even these people have never gotten my phone number, heard my voice, seen me in person, or anything else that might allow me to be recorded, tracked or identified. As a rule, any photo I send is a year or more old so at least it's not exactly what I look like today.
People ask me all the time why I'm so paranoid. Many get abusive and accuse me of being a fake. It gets pretty nasty sometimes but face it, why should I take ANY risks? I know it frustrates a lot of people but then that's their problem. It's not like I anyone on as I clearly state all of my policies throughout my diary and I like to think they've been consistent over the years. Even so, there's always the one who thinks he's special and that someone I will do with him what I haven't done in the past ten years with hundreds of people who have tried before.