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How Twitter And Blogging Led To Us Becoming Webcam Models

webcam modelHow Twitter And Blogging Led To Us Becoming Webcam Models

Let’s be honest, the term webcam models is a nice way of saying, Amateur Smut Peddlers.  The 360×480 Low Quality Shove a Dildo in Your Ass While the Sound of Coins Bling in the Chatroom Couple. The Blurry and Pixelated Porn Stars….

Okay, let me stop.  Just know, we were around in the wild wild web, when you had to download AVI files at 600 MB, for a 1 minute clip of an amateur couple fucking.  High quality wasn’t a thing, neither was streaming in 1060 HD. Marijuana may be the gateway drug, but Twitter and sex blogging for naughty exhibitionist couples is the gateway to becoming amateur porn stars.  

The Low Down on The Webcam Model Lifestyle

And as the good bloggers we are, we will help lead the way for the new up and cumming couples that have recently shared nude photos for the first time and accidentally found this blog. For us, we personally didn’t need any of the reasons above, we just became webcam models because it felt naughty and made our sex better.  That’s it.  We loved the new attention we got while blogging.  We loved the likes and retweets on Twitter. 

I can still remember the first time we posted a video and got a million views in a matter of days from a close up of me with a mask on, deepthroating my husband.  A million people wanted to see me suck my husband’s dick with a mask on?   And like those before us, we knew how Heather Harmon and her husband felt.

The attention is Intoxicating.

Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems.

The most money we made in this business was through performing as webcam models.  The least money we have made?  This blog.   Funny huh?

Although we have put on plenty of free webcam shows with no options to donate, eventually we did jump into the professional world of being webcam models.  For the experience, for the attention, for the feeling of being fuck bots for those that pay us money to request how I take my husband’s cum shot.   It was neat, like Pay -Per-View sex on demand.  For us, although the coin chiming sound became the soundtrack to our orgasms, we eventually decided to keep our content more controlled.   We weren’t Barbie and Ken and live sex is unforgiving on our bodies and egos.

We Dare You To Find Our Live Webcam Clips

Eventually we “retired” and thankfully have never been able to find the clips from our live days floating around.    Not because of the embarrassment we were naked and having sex, but more the embarrassment of how bad we probably looked naked and having sex LIVE.  With that said, we still openly challenge anyone to find live clips of us!  The only clips we have found floating around, are the clips we uploaded and edited (that a lot of other sites have snagged or anonymous users have reuploaded), that we purposely released to get that type of attention.   And truthfully, for those thinking of becoming webcam models, this is a good thing.  There are so many couples from all over the world streaming 24 hours a day on webcam sites, that your footage being saved is almost non existent.  Although we like to think of ourselves as unique snowflakes, our vaginas and dicks just aren’t that special!  Chances of amateur webcam footage going viral these days?  Almost none. 

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The dangers of “being nude online will stick with you forever” are pretty much over.  You will be more haunted from your past mistake of giving that ex-boyfriend a nude, than performing on live webcam.   The fact you are anonymous and there are so many other models banking coin doing the same thing, keeps you pretty safe.   On most sites, you can even block specific states from viewing your live stream if you wanted (so the locals won’t recognize or find you).  Unlike the 90s, when every perv had a screen capture recording, it just doesn’t seem to be a thing anymore.  It doesn’t go viral, DMCA takedowns work quick, and unless you are doing something so different from the rest of the world, it just won’t get noticed or attention in recorded format.  

webcam sexUs Moving on from Amateur Webcams

Although our sex blog and social media like Twitter led us into the webcam model world,  we didn’t stick around long.  The money was good, but for us, we preferred the blogging format.  Over time our bodies changed, jobs changed, and blog changed.   Originally it was all about step by step instructionals on how to deepthroat.   And since we blogged about it, we figured it only made sense to verify with videos.   But later our blog got more in depth with our lives, every day relationship advice, questions and answers, and less about teaching women to deepthroat or sniff cum like it’s a drug.  Although sex will always be a huge part of this blog because it keeps our intimacy active, through things like our erotic photo shoots or our naughty selfies.

However, we do apologize for all those that now visit our amateur webpage with promises of videos going along with our blogs only to be met with the dreaded [DELETED].   I guess the power of never being popular and making mediocre quality videos is… when they disappear, no one notices!  They used to tell us, “Don’t upload your sex videos because it’s online forever!”  Not anymore!  Your porn isn’t online forever if you aren’t deepthroating a dildo the size of your entire arm. Not these days.  

In hindsight, being an amateur webcam couple was a fun experience.  But we were doing that type of thing when it had so much negative stigma to it.  The idea that bad decisions haunt you forever was constantly in the back of our minds. It isn’t until you decide that sex isn’t bad or something you should be ashamed of that the stigma disappears.  Especially as a couple that is married or in a very committed relationship.  As we get older, we now think, “Dang, where is that old video where we looked so damn hot!  Why didn’t anyone save it!”  More and more webcam models and social media kinksters are asking their followers for old photos of themselves!  Not only do these things not haunt us, we regret not saving them ourselves.  I have found videos of us uploaded to random sites (not by us) years ago and redownloaded them to archive!  

Public Service Announcement for Men: Don’t Ruin Our Orgasms!

Public Service Announcement for Men: Don’t Ruin Our Orgasms

If we say we are about to cum, don’t stop what you are doing!

Ladies, has this ever happened to you?

You are trying to focus your vision, while feeling his penis slide back and forth inside your body, but everything is a bit blurry.  You feel  totally paralyzed but can still feel the jarring of your body from your man fucking you.  Your spine is tingling, you feel a spark in your labia, and your vagina has this warm sensation growing deep inside of your cervix.   You are so high from his dick, you can barely function.  You can’t even mumble a phrase properly, let alone talk in coherent sentences.  And then you snap out of it.  It’s about to happen.  The orgasm almost surprises you so you scream out, “Oh my God, I am about to cum!!!!

And then… his reaction.

 


Reaction 1:   Your man pulls his dick out and jumps down to your pussy and starts sucking on your clit and eating you out.

Reaction 2: Your man starts jackhammering and choking you as you try to cum.

Reaction 3: Your man slows down and tries to kiss you passionately, showing you how much he loves you while you are trying to cum.

Reaction 4:  Your man immediately pulls out and cums all over you, your breasts, or your face right in the middle of your orgasm.

Reaction 5:  Your man gets so turned on from hearing you say, “Oh my God, I am going to cum” that he immediately cums inside of you and flops down like a sloth on top of you.


 

Now, I am not saying all these reactions are wrong for every girl, but definitely wrong for me.  Some women may love these reactions.  Knowing they can control you.  Some women may even say they are going to cum just to manipulate you.  It’s easily the fastest way to trigger your lover and make him lose control.  Famous words to make every man stop watching the clock, “I’m going to cum!”

However, let’s say we were actually in the middle of our orgasm.  For the love of God, hold off from cumming for at least 40 more seconds!  Maintain and edge!  Don’t start jackhammering, choking us, or spitting in our faces.  Definitely don’t slow down and try to kiss us, whispering how much you love us while we’re in the middle of an absolute explosion.  Don’t pull your dick out and start eating us out.  I know you want to taste my cum, but wait until I am done and you can taste all of my cum you want, and if you are really kinky, yours too!  And for sure don’t pull your dick out and cum all over our faces.  The last thing I want to do while I cum is pull off a matrix dodging cum and doing a squint dance with my eyes.  I just want to fucking cum!

Keep doing exactly what you are doing! Trust your movements, your pace, your sex.  You already did everything you need to do to get us off, so keep fucking doing it!  

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Have you ever lost a condom inside your vagina?

condom lost and foundLost a Used Condom Inside My Vagina! 

Have you ever lost a condom inside your vagina for 4 days?  Yea, me either.  But I did read an interesting question from from a young lady regarding her experience.  We have decided to do a bit of back and forth dialogue regarding the topic and different scenarios.  

I’m 20 years old and have a story about a missing condom.  So  yesterday I was in intense pain while peeing and immediately called my doctor for UTI screening which I have never had before. The rapid test came back negative and my urine was sent to a lab for more accurate results. The day continues on and the pain decreases as I continue to hydrate and drink cranberry juice…weird.

This morning I pee with little to no pain and when I stand up a piece of condom falls out of me and I’m STUNNED. Never in my life has this happened before and I hadn’t had sex since Friday which means the piece of condom has been in me for 4 days now. We knew the condom had broke, but I didn’t realize that it had broken off inside of me. There is still SLIGHT discomfort when I pee but nothing even remotely comparable to yesterday morning.

I really just cannot stop thinking about this and was wondering if anyone has had similar experiences and knows if there are precautions I should be taking. We are both presumably STI free and I am getting tested soon regardless. I am on the pill and he pulled out, but is there anything else I should be keeping on my radar (toxic shock, infection of some kind, etc), or am I being paranoid? Can anyone share similar experiences?

Venice:  I have never had this experience but I do wonder why it would hurt to urinate if she didn’t have a UTI.  Unsure how a condom inside her vagina would hurt to urinate.

Ryan:  Maybe it was covering her urethra and filling up inside her like a water balloon every time she went to the bathroom?

Venice:  Oh my gosh!  How do you walk around with a water balloon inside your vagina and not notice!

Another experience with losing a condom:

I had a condom in me all night and the next day. I had no idea and no pain it just fell out when I peed thank fuck. I leaned after that to always check it’s been disposed of and to pay attention to the guy taking it off and if I didn’t see ask.

Venice:  Is it like a style for guys to wear baggy condoms now? wtf?

Ryan:  Not uncommon for a guy to buy magnum condoms when they do not need a larger size.

Venice:  Oh yea, I remember that article.  It’s either an ego thing or  they just have no idea what they are doing when they put a condom on.

Ryan:  What bothers me though is what type of guy pulls out of  a woman and notices he doesn’t have a condom on anymore, but doesn’t say anything?  

Venice:  The worst kind of guy.

Ryan:  It’s not like your keys or your cell phone.  You don’t forget where you put that dang condom while having sex.  

Venice:  I can’t imagine pulling out and looking down at your unprotected penis and saying, “Where did I leave that damn condom again?  Ugh, let me retrace my steps.”

Ryan:  I agree.   I would be horrified if my condom fell off after sex.  

Venice:  Yea, but some guys do this on purpose.  It’s like a weird form of stealthing.

Ryan:  That’s crazy.

Venice:  And illegal.

Another experience with losing a condom:

This happened to me quite a bit, my body rejected condoms and they either always split or the whole thing ended up inside me and had to be fished out. Longest I had some in there was a couple days but I did not have pain.

I would go back to the doctors just in case If I were you!

Ryan:  This is a common thing?

Venice:  I don’t think so, but we never used condoms so I just don’t have those types of experiences.

Ryan:  She just seems way to experienced.  I mean, she has fishing expeditions and has a leaderboard on how long certain boyfriends left condoms inside her?

Venice:  I wonder if she has ever speared Moby Dick?

Ryan:  Oh my…  do you think you could lose a condom inside yourself?

Venice:  Well, if you never told me, probably.  It’s not like I sweep my vagina for foreign objects after we have sex together!

Ryan:  But if you knew, would it be hard to find inside your vagina?

Venice:  If I knew, no.  The vagina isn’t that complicated.   But I have experience exploring mine and other women, so I am no stranger to how a vagina should feel.  And truthfully, there isn’t much to it.  I think the term “fished out” is appropriate, regardless of how bad or funny that may sound.

Ryan:  I am sure blogs like these get all the girls super excited about finally having sex with their boyfriends and deep sea fishing inside their vaginas for lost condoms!

Venice:  This is definitely on every girls secret bucket list.  Have my boyfriend’s used and full condom sit inside my vagina for days, fill up like a water balloon when I urinate until it burns, and eventually come out in parts and pieces.

Ryan:  Every girls dream.

Baggy Sweats and No Panties

Baggy Sweats and No Panties

I asked my husband to order me a few new dresses that fit me a bit better.  I lost a lot of weight and have a few baby doll dresses I really enjoy.  I  wear these dresses each day after work, while cooking, or just doing around the house things. He has always been complimentary of the designs I had so I wanted the exact same ones, except in a few sizes smaller.  During my conversation with him, he mentioned that he wishes I only wore baby doll dresses when we were out in public. 

For the record, this is the exact opposite of what he told me a few years ago! 

At one point he suggested I wear cute baby doll dresses around the house, casually.  But I guess after a few years, these dresses automatically become something too casual.  Like his desire to see a baby doll dress was gone and he wanted to work on getting that back.

Crazy guy. But it doesn’t matter, because it isn’t a battle I want to fight.  I will wear whatever makes him happy, because that’s what we ladies do…make our men happy.

He asked me what I thought about wearing baggy sweats with no panties around the house.  Maybe with a tank top and no bra.  At first I was like, how about no way!   Talk about the most unsexy thing (nevermind, that link changed my mind lol) I could ever think of!  What the hell is going through my husband’s mind.

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My Man, My Husband, My Daddy

i love my daddyMy Man, My Husband, My Daddy

I my Daddy.  Originally I wrote a quick description about why I call my husband Daddy in a selfie I took titled, “Naughty Selfies – For my Daddy“.  For us, the roleplay has became who we are as a couple.  

I have noticed the term Daddy used in various ways.  Some couples use it as a form BDSM roleplay, which involves being her man’s sex slave.  For instance, I have seen photos of a woman being peed on captioned, “Daddy’s little slut doing what she was made for, being Daddy’s toilet.”   Although we are okay with waterplay and have even done photoshoots of golden showers and blogged about sex cocktails, we didn’t do it in the name of Daddy-dom.  It isn’t why I call my husband Daddy, nor do I see it as a dominant sexual thing.   

For me, it’s a term of endearment.  It makes me feel loved and special.  Although I am submissive, I enjoy the idea of him taking care of me, being his little girl, and giving me something I never received while I was growing up: a man’s love and attention.  And I have no issues with him being a dominant figure, as I am passive by nature anyway.

My Daddy Gets Whatever My Daddy Wants.

My Daddy gets whatever my Daddy wants.  And since obviously we do have sex, and we do embrace our roles, it is a part of our sex life.  So yes I do suck my Daddy’s dick and do various naughty things that a little girl has to do to keep her Daddy happy. A big part of my role is to be a good little girl so I get the affection and attention I love.  However, I am not Daddy’s footstool, toilet, or spit cup.  Doing that in the name of Daddy-dom doesn’t make me feel good nor how I want to view my Daddy.  To be honest, I’d consider that abusive and not something I see a Daddy doing to his little girl.  Even though I’d do whatever he wanted, my Daddy wouldn’t  abuse me or belittle me for his pleasure.   This is our balance.

With all that said, as his good little girl, I was proud of myself for vomiting on his dick on purpose while giving him a blow job.  And he loved it.  And I love going to the extreme for him, respectfully.

After vomiting, I ignored the mess in his lap and kept sucking.  When he was about to cum, I shoved his dick all the way down my throat, nose and face in my own vomit, and held myself there until I felt his cum pipe quit twitching.  I had to ignore every instinct I had, from being grossed out, to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. Because it’s what I wanted to do for my Daddy.  And in the shower afterwards, I talked in my little girl voice, proud,  “Did I do good Daddy?”   

And he played his role perfect.  Kissed my forehead, told me I have to be careful when I suck his dick, and reassured me that all little girls are supposed to have trouble sucking big dicks. 

I melted.  Because it’s true.

Here is a bit of what I wrote on a previous blog about my Daddy:

Why do I call my husband my daddy?  Because he is my daddy.  He is the father of my kids, so naturally I refer to him as dad or daddy, even when talking to my children, because it’s how they know him. This is a point that is never really brought up in articles about women that call their husband’s daddy.  Well, when I ask my daughter to tell her father dinner is done, I say, “Tell daddy his dinner is ready.” I naturally refer to him as daddy around the house even when I am not talking directly to him.  But that isn’t the only reason.  My father was abusive.  I never really had a father figure that made me feel like his little princess, or gave me the attention I had read about in stories or seen in movies.   So what my daddy gives me has nothing to do with my biological father.  At all.  It’s more lack thereof.

My daddy protects me, takes care of me, never abuses me, and makes me feel like his little girl.  I truly believe every girl loves this type of attention.  And a husband’s love can end, a boyfriend’s love can end, but a father’s love?  A father forgives his little girl if she makes mistakes.  A father is there forever, beyond being married.  He has told me that if I cheated, he wouldn’t leave his little girl, because daddy’s don’t abandon their little girls just because they fuck up.  Mind you, I would never cheat.  But the thought makes me understand the difference between my daddy’s love, and a husband’s love.  A husband’s love has it’s limits.  My daddy’s love is limitless.  And it’s true, a daddy doesn’t turn his back on his little girls. And that’s our relationship.  No matter how bad my day, I want to come home and be his little girl.  Be taken care of.  I’m naturally submissive so I have no issues with him being in charge and even threatening to spank me if I sass off.  I love it.