Cam Girl, Not Really

It's not my thing,
First time out,
You saw me.
My screen blew up
'So and so' wants
Access and
Private chats,
Inundated.
You told me how to turn it off,
So I did.
Just one focus,
That became you.

Time moves quickly
When you're having fun,
Beginning winter
Has turned to Mid.
My focus, you
Filled my mind
My imagination,
Fantasies soaking panties.
Your growl, your animal
Increased my beat.
Feeling wanted, just me,
Silly girl.

We move in our worlds,
That's real. Time is real.
It felt so real
Hot and heavy,
Tingling groins.
Turns to sweet, affectionate
Friendly chats.
The heat
Being replaced with
Something else..
Yet it's still there.
Instigation, less and less.

One more try,
Ready for you.
You ask me to cam,
Want me to show my tits,
To many, in the room.
Why not? Just tits right?
I want to please you.
Because in the end,
I aim to please,
An old sub tendency.

(It was wrong of me
To assume...
It was wrong of me
To have opened up, the way I did
It was wrong of me
To think that...
It was wrong?)

I didn't want to be shared.
It felt awkward,
You felt it too.
Neither of us,
Could go on.
This is, what it is.
Not foolish, or strange.
I feel too much,
It's not for me.
You need the facade,
So please, carry on.
Objectify, dirty and naughty,
It's better for strangers.

Detaching in 5...4...3...2...