His baritone voice startled me, causing me to almost drop my phone. His mouth was vulgar, but I loved it. I wasn’t just watching him I was trying not to start rubbing on my clit. I was thirsty for him, and I knew I had to look crazy because I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time.
“Uh, it looks like you know a lil’ somethin’.”
“Yeah, aight,” Reggie chuckled. “Yo ass still scared?” he asked seductively.
“Ain’t nobody scared. I’m not ol’ girl. You won’t have me doin’ all that hoopin’ and hollerin’.”
“Oh, you talkin’ big mess,” he chuckled, “just tell me when and where, and we’ll be there.”
Pointing the camera at his penis that he had now pulled out of his pants, he began to pump his hips causing his dick to twirl in a circle trying to be funny. I met Reggie through my OnlyFans page. He subscribed to my link from my Facebook page and started hitting me up on the regular. He also started following me on Instagram and Facebook and stayed reacting and commenting on my posts.
He immediately stood out amongst the hundreds of other dudes on my page, not because he one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen, but because he paid very generously for his personal requests. He stayed hitting my account up, blessing me with some decent cash, resulting in him getting my undivided attention mostly whenever he wanted it and me obtaining a pretty hefty savings account. He eventually asked for my private number, and once we connected off social media, we started messaging privately. He wasted no time sending me daily requests. Sometimes he’d hit me up a couple times a day to have phone or video sex. We were in a full fledge online relationship. The only thing left for us to do to make it official was to meet in person.
Our online affair had become very intense, very passionate. The more we linked up the more attracted to him I became. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep his attention my way. If he wanted me to finger myself, I would finger the shit out of myself. If he wanted me to send him nudes, I sent him nasty, sexy, raunchy nudes. I went all out and was willing to fulfill any fantasy online that he wanted. It was a no brainer for me to make him feel extra special because OnlyFans was saturated with thousands of sexy, gorgeous ass females willing to do whatever to gain the attention of a baller who was looking to spend all his change on them. When I realized I wanted all of Reggie’sattention focused on me because I was starting to catch feelings, I knew that meant I would have no choice but to be open to us taking things to the next level.
OnlyFans for me was just a source of entertainment that provided me with the means to fund the lifestyle I wanted to live without having to ask my parents for shit to keep from hearing their mouths. Yet for some of the other chicks that worked on it, it was a means for them to support themselves or in some cases their kids making them the type of females that were cutthroat and hungry for it. Competition was serious and if you had a pretty face and banging body, it didn’t take anything but confidence to steer men your way. Most women had it and those were the ones to be aware of.
Those types of chicks were willing to do whatever it took to make some money. I wasn’t that hard up for the money like that, although nothing felt better than to make and have my own. I only did what I was comfortable with doing. I never went out of my comfort zone sexually for favors. Since the competition was thick that meant I had to be on the lookout for the chicks who preyed on the guys like Reggie; high rollers, bosses, big spenders were what we called them, and they all had a look. Reggie exuded that look all the way down to his expensive ass Versace boxer briefs. When he first asked for my personal phone number, you would have thought Jay Z left Beyonce to marry and spend his fortune on me. I hurried up and gave it to him with no hesitation.
I really wanted to be with him, but I knew that as long as I lived under my parents’ roof, they would not accept me being with a guy like him. Not that they had a say as to who I dated being that I wasn’t a child, yet I knew how judgmental my mom could be. I didn’t know what he did for a living, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know for a guy as young as he was, he had to be a hustler to have long money like he had. My parents had highhopes and big dreams and aspirations for me. They’d have a fit if I dated someone that could potentially taint their reputations.
My dad was a very skilled, well-known, and respected surgeon that worked at one of the most respected medical groups and hospitals in our town. My mom closely matched his swag, being a very successful and well-respected prosecutor. The last thing they would want was for me to get hooked up with what they would consider a “thug” and Reggie would most definitely fit their description of what a thug was in their eyes. Just his presence alone and the way he dressed I could hear them now. He had a David Banner look to him, a strong, bold, rough, bad boy type of vibe that was a mixture of a boss.
To me he was the sexiest man in the world, but to my parents he would be the last person they would want me with. They’d take one look at him and instantly assume he was a dope dealer and pedophile because he was clearly older than me. The age difference alone would certainly cause my parents to go berserk.
Reggie and I never discussed what he did for a living for real and for all he knew, I was in college. Thankfully, our conversations were never all that deep and personal like that. Now we’d been talking for a while now and hadn’t really gotten the chance to get to spend any time together in person. Being that my twentieth birthday was approaching, I was considering meeting up with him. A couple of weeks ago he asked me my age, and I told him that I was already twenty. The truth was, I was nineteen turning twenty not twenty turning twenty-one. I wasn’t sure how he would feel about me still being technically still a teenager, I lied.
According to my mom, the ages eighteen through twenty didn’t necessarily mean you were an adult. She felt that you weren’t truly an adult until you turned twenty-one and could legally buy alcohol. At that point, you wouldn’t need anyone but yourself to handle your business. That was part of the reasonwhy she continued to treat me like a child but if she felt that way, it was possible that Reggie would too.
I preferred to meet up with him during the day, but he was usually available more toward the evening, like middle of the night type of evening which didn’t work for me. Even though I was grown, my mom stayed in my business. I liked to leave the house before she got home from work, that way she couldn’t ask me a million and one questions about where I was going. We were long overdue for exploring each other on a deeper level. We already knew each other’s bodies as best as we could on a virtual level, it was now time to take things to the next level. I knew that once we took things there, there would be no stopping us from proceeding forward with being in a serious relationship.
Even though I was no longer a recent high school graduate, my parents still hadn’t completely accepted the fact that I was now a young adult. They both had been riding the hell out of me to get my life together and to get ready for college. It was no secret that I was very accustomed to them taking very good care of me, as finances were never an issue in our household, so I always got whatever I wanted. The problem with that was it was still their money, so things had to be their way. They didn’t just buy me stuff cause I wanted it, things came at a cost. I had to maintain all A’s, keep my room clean as well as still do chores around the house.
Now that I had OnlyFans and Reggie in my life, he made sure my pockets stayed fat, putting me in a position to finally feel like I could handle my own for a minute without having to need my parents for help if it were to ever come to that.
I just needed to make sure it didn’t come to that soon because budgeting was never something that I was strong at. I’d much rather spend money than to have to budget it. I never really had a reason to have to budget, so I honestly had no clue how to maintain one. I was the type to spend my money as soon asit hit my bank account. Online shopping was my weakness, and Savage Fenty and that damn Ivy Park were the devil because the majority of my money went to them.
I had to make sure I stayed looking dope as fuck at all times with the latest trends because I was that chick. It was a must to make sure my drip stayed harder than the rest of them because I loved to stunt, I had to rock the best and most expensive. I had to always be on fleek; making shopping a very expensive habit for me to have. It was hard trying to portray a lifestyle that was truthfully the fruits of my parents’ labor and not mine. My parents had it going on, but I was still trying to find my way in the world.
To everyone on the outside looking into our home, we had the perfect family. Yet with as successful as both of my parents were, they both severely lacked showing me much attention, if any at all. They didn’t really have time for me for real. I was a student athlete for many years, and I couldn’t remember one game where both of my parents came to show me support. When I used to care whether they came to support me I used to complain and act out, and once my mom got tired enough of hearing it and putting up with my mess, she would come to a few of my sporting events. The problem was, she complained way too much about it. She would complain days before, the day of, then show up and be on her phone the whole time then complain after. It got to the point where I stopped asking, then eventually stopped playing in sports altogether.
When I was younger, I adored my parents. I used to idolize my mom and my dad could never do any wrong in my eyes. As I got older, things changed and if they were to tell it they would have no clue what happened. Whenever I would express how I would feel to them they would act like what I’d said was foreign to them or they’d have some kind of work-related excuse. Theonly time I got the most attention at one given setting with my mom was when she’d be reprimanding me over something petty.
Them not having any time for me left me with ample time to entertain myself. I used to hate that, but eventually I learned to deal with it. Thanks to the internet and social media, I not only found ways to entertain myself, but I had become very popular. OnlyFans, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and TikTok, were just a few sites that I stayed lit on. I had thousands and thousands of followers, from people younger than me to people old enough to be my grandparents’ age. I even had some professional NFL and NBA athletes following me and hitting my private messages. Professional ball players stayed keeping my DM’s poppin’. Even a few local rappers from my city would comment and react on my posts as well as message me. And they all had one thing in common; they all wanted to meet up and smash.
I went from getting hardly any attention at all at home to being overwhelmed with all types of attention online. I ended up tapping into a whole underground sex driven online world that was first introduced to me by this football player that played on special teams for the Patriots. He hit my inbox and we started chatting then the conversation turned sexual. We went from messaging to video chatting and one day while we were on the phone, he asked if I had an OnlyFans page.
I had no clue what OnlyFans was. I had seen random people and a few celebrities posting about it, but I hadn’t personally seen or been on the site myself to check it out. He wasn’t the only person to ask me about OnlyFans. It had become a very frequent question. Since I kept hearing about it, I was led to getting my own account. Once I got my OnlyFans page, I was able to make some decent bread. I still asked my parents for money from time to time because I’d overspend often, but for the most part, I made enough to keep me from having to keep going to my parents for money daily like I used too. I had become hookedand I couldn’t believe I was able to make some good money fulfilling fantasies online. It was super easy, and it paid well. It was a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.
I was the type of chick that stayed online whether it was posting a selfie, posing in new outfits to show off or doing DYI videos and live chats with my followers just to interact with them. I had to post about every minute of my life. I felt like the many followers I had were interested in my every move. I had become that big headed. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t damn near a reality star. The only difference between them and myself was the fact that they were on television.
It was very common for me to be driving down the street just for the hell of it, going to the gas station or buying something from the store, and I’d be on live streaming on all of my social accounts the entire time. I was that chick that walked around the stores on a video call not giving one damn about the people around me. Even if my AirPods died, I’d walk around with my phone on speaker and not care one bit. My mom called me ignorant. I felt like people should mind the business that paid them. That way they wouldn’t be concerned with my business.
I knew it bothered both of my parents, especially my mom that I stayed documenting my life, but I loved it. It made me feel as if I was poppin’. I was able to attract more attention than I could handle filling the void my parents left me with. With OnlyFans being a place where I could make some good money by doing some of the same things that I had been doing on my other social media sites daily, it was a no brainer. It felt pretty amazing being able to make good money and not have the kind of nine to five type of job my parents were pressuring me to get. Everybody around my age was working at the mall or in fast food jobs barely making five hundred a paycheck every two weeks. Whereas I was making hundreds, even thousands in a week easy, sometimes even more than that in a day.
Since my face was always in my phone, I believed my parents thought I was always just playing around not knowing that I was actually making real connections with people and making real money. They both were always trying to tell me how important it was for me to get a job and how I needed to start somewhere to learn some work ethic. They stayed preaching and nagging me to death about needing to know what it’s like to make my own money. No matter how bad I wanted to tell them I was good on what they were saying, I had to play like I was listening. If I didn’t follow their rules, they’d totally cut me off financially. I knew without a doubt if they were to find out what I was doing and how I was making money, they would lose it on me and cut me off.
Reputation was EVERYTHING to my parents. They would never accept me working in the sex industry, ever! They cared about what other people thought about them, but me? Not so much. I had people that hated on me all the time, but I didn’t give not one fuck! Most of my haters came from the nudes I’d post. Unhappy bitches couldn’t handle a baddy like me, but it was what it was. I got paid very well for my pictures and had every intention to continue to post more and more on a daily basis. There were some dummies on social media posting nudes for free. As a result, they hated on what I had going on because they couldn’t get paid like me, but I didn’t care what people thought of me. I felt deep in my soul that no one could ever outdo me, and I was up for the challenge to prove it.
