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It's like a game to me
Every few months, I get bored and create a new, fake online profile for the purpose of talking women into sending me nudes. I've been doing this since I got my first studio apartment in 1999. I was bored a lot after work back then, and I'd spend hours upon hours... sometimes my entire days off... pretending to be other men, and talking women into sending me nude pictures. It was mostly pictures back then, because not everyone had digital video cameras and the internet was still pretty slow for videos anyway.
Over the last 20 years, I finished college, got a new career I love, got married, fathered three children, bought a house, got a dog, etc... Basically, I'm living the American dream.
Still, not as often as I used to, but still once every few months, I create a new fake profile and see how quickly I can convince a gullible woman to send me a nude photo or video. I can usually identify and target a gullible woman pretty easily. Many of them will give me anything I ask for within about an hour of talking to them, if I'm charming enough.
I've saved every single picture and video these women have sent me over the years. Hundreds of different women, all neatly categorized on a few thumb drives hidden in my attic.
Once I'm bored with the "game" for a while, or I'm bored of the women I'm talking to, or they start to catch on that I'm not who they think I am, I just ghost on them. I delete my profile, add their pictures and videos to my collect, and move on.
It's not seeing the naked that I enjoy... I've seen thousands of naked women online... it doesn't really excite me anymore. It's the feeling of tricking them that I enjoy... the feeling of making a normally "good" girl do bad things, just by chatting to them for a while. The feeling like I'm corrupting them. I don't get that feeling when I watch regular porn.
Some days, I think about destroying my collection. Some days, I think about posting it all online. Most days, I forget about it altogether. As the years go by, I think about this "game" less and less. There's a good chance that I'll forget about it altogether, and the zip drives, and someone will find them way after I'm gone.
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