I’ve been away for 3 weeks in Africa, spending my days lazing in the sun while reading “A Sea of Poppies” by the pool, diving through massive crystal blue waves in the ocean, animal spotting on safari, and cuddling up with Joss Stone in Swaziland (random!). It’s been good. Good food, wine and family. But as wonderful as it all was, it was lovely to come home and curl up in my own bed. It’s lovely to not have to constantly cover my body in suncream and deet. Those little bastards ate me alive, regardless of how careful I was. If they couldn’t get at an ankle, they ate my face. I guess I taste good…. ;)
My welcome home on MyFreeCams yesterday (I literally dumped my bags, stripped off and came on-line as soon as I could) was superb. I’m sure my ratings were helped by the thousands of guys off work due to the Bank holiday, spending their free hours wisely in front of the computer, watching me get my kit off! When I was away, I reverted back to my old routine of masturbating at night on my own. It’s my bedtime routine: I brush my teeth, tuck myself in, flick it, orgasm, and then sleep deeply. It’s like a little comfort thing that I do before I go to bed, but it’s nothing in comparison to masturbating with 1500 guys across the world watching you while wanking. I came quickly! I rarely come that quickly! So I went again, and again, and each time, my body couldn’t wait to explode. I was like a guy with premature ejaculation, with a clitoris clearly glad to be home too. My regular viewers hadn’t forgotten about me, which is always a concern when you take a big chunk of time off. There are thousands more girls on Myfreecams now, compared with when I began, almost 2 years ago. That’s thousands more girls I have to compete with, who had 3 weeks to distract my regulars. But hopefully I got away with it. Thanks guys!
I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself and my great start back in the UK. So for the second day, I ignored my unpacking and my washing (still dumped on my bedroom floor looking desperate) and came back online.
Today wasn’t so good….There is a guy who came onto MFC a while ago and said that he recognised me from the climbing community. This is fine – I remember meeting him in person a year or so ago but nothing more. I mentally dealt with it quite quickly and easily. But today he told me that he’s going on a camping trip with a big group of people, and he thinks he might be going with my ex. I asked him to explain who exactly, and he described my daughter’s father. I think I could cope with just about anyone finding out about my work, but not so much my daughter’s father. I choose to tell people about my work, because they love me and don’t judge me. My daughter’s father doesn’t love me and will judge me. I care because he isn’t an ex who I never have to see again. He is an ex who has a big part in my life and a lot of power to make my life a lot harder.
Basically this is the part where my job comes to bite me in the arse.
I’ve tried to instill in this guy how important it is to me that he doesn’t say anything, but I’m feeling nervous about it regardless. It’s just all a little bit too close to home. I have spoken with a solicitor and a social worker before about my job, and they have both agreed that my job is legal, and although it isn’t child appropriate, it is fine because my daughter is oblivious. She thinks that I am a stay at home mum. So i’m not worried about my ex having any power over me legally, but there is so much more to it. Co-parenting is exceedingly complicated!
But there is not much I can do about it now, so I shall just brace myself for the worst and hope that it doesn’t happen.