Hi there, I'm 6'1" white male Xtrabeing, welcome to the Fleshpots. Please don't be offended, but I like myself rather a lot. When stranger-girls shout out they want to have your baby to you, it tends to affect the ole ego a tad. 400 xwatchers come here daily and you're 1.
the glowing internet on a place called WBS in a chat room for teens. I didn’t belong there, being out of the designated age group range, but I used to go on being viciously humorous. I would copy pictures of other users, and while they said how r u and wanna cyber I would make up elaborate stories. One girl’s photo showed her looking down from above creepily, in the days before cellphone selfies, and I wrote a mini-long-story of her having kidnapped a guy and talking down at him psychotically in her basement. It was amusing.
One teen girl, aged 16, daughter of an L.A. advertising executive, fell madly in love with me and typed “I love Magus Damien!!! [my call sign]” and I had her phone me at her disapproving daddy’s expense. Shoulda had her masturbate for me — she woulda. But then, that’s me.
Echo was there too. As Sweet Midnight Whispers, her ridiculous and humble handle, she was prime bait for my Private Message to her.
Magus Damien — then Blue Magus and a whole host of other handles as I got banned time and again (just as I’ve been evicted in real life off three university campuses, a big shopping mall, and a major metropolitan newspaper in advance of my ever setting foot in there) — would charm her and start a deep, meaningful relationship that led to tears, ecstasy . . .
. . . and hints of power. “If you gave your soul to me . . . would you give too much away???” (Best part of the song; best part of the romance, for me, Xwarper, Magus Damien, Janus.) And now she’s in “. . . the shadows . . .” I suspect Echo (named by me one winter’s day in the engineering building at U of W), Echo came for me recently, and the other competing girl in my life, Storm (also named by me), seized her by the hair and dragged Echo from me.
Ah — *handsome Xwarper head-tilt sideways and smile* All the girls need me. What can I say? But Echo was the first serious play, first and some ways best.