Neither she nor her viewers seem in a hurry to reach the topic.
Most of her viewers right now are her "friends," who seem happy just to hang out, listen to her talk, and reminisce about their shared stories. "People still come into my room asking about the coffee stand," says Eevie.
A cam session is usually hours long, and most of that is spent talking.
She's wearing a little black dress and drinking merlot from a shatterproof wineglass one of her viewers sent her after she'd broken a real one on camera. And it all began with me being a heartless succubus. He looked like something out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog, with lustrous blonde hair I still find myself remembering fondly.I looked As soon as the message whirled into the digital world, panic -- a sensation I'd later crave -- seized me. What if I had an overly-inflated ego and was actually hideous? Hell, when I was at an , I got the urge, running into the bathroom stall so I could shed my sundress and undergarments and take a full body selfie in the mirror. I rejoined my coworkers, basking in their ignorance.But this level of emotional investment is exactly where the appeal of webcams resides—it's not like any other kind of porn.It's real, it's live, it's interactive, and it's relationship-based.But to him, taking shots of me during video chat sex without my permission was no different than me sending dirty sexting photos to him. It's been two years now, and I still grapple with this question. This story first appeared on Ravishly.com, an alternative news culture website for women, as part of its anonymous Confession series.