FMLYMI
Buff was the second cam model that I fell in love with. The first was a girl I came to love for so many years, but who, in the end failed me so; but thats another story entirely. Buff was a wild girl, so beautiful and brash and hard and loving her friends and her good visitors in her room. Shed worked cam modeling since the very earliest days, in fact, the site we both were on was one if not the first cam site ever.
It was she from who I learned the rough and tumble of sex on cam, the biker bar rolling humor of loud rough adult chat rooms. The total fun of reading inventive and cleverly crafted text and of on the fly jokes and rude banter. Every green meanie site administrator would gather in her room in the early hours of the morning, as her shift was ending, and hang out and chat and rant and occasionally buy a show with her, just to keep her life from crashing into the wall that all cam models live so very close to smashing into. I had not yet begun modeling, and was looking at what my friend, the first cam model I fell in love with, had pointed out was an easy and fun way to supplement my meager living from the security guard job I was working.
Buff was a little taller than I, which all things considered kept her in the smallish range; about five feet four inches in her case; bleached blond, a full C cup, very shapely curves, but, to me, her most attractive feature, was her set of wonderful tattoos. She had so many, and all were so very well done, some of Vegas best artists had worked on her. She had the normal small butterfly clusters spinning here and there, and a couple embellished hearts, and some lovely Celtic bandings around an ankle and one wrist. She had, in archaic Latin Love dies, and is born again on her side in a Roman font; she later told me that she had lost a girlfriend to breast cancer and remembered her in that work.
But there were two bits of ink work that were magnificent in their audacity. The first, an extremely realistic and detailed, brightly colored, set of flames, inked in almost three dimensional quality, being emitted from her ass hole. Buff loved those flames, and would flaunt them, with or without a thong or G-string, or lovely Victorias Secret pair of lacey nothings. I never asked her why shed had that piece done; I never had the bravery to, and neither had anyone else Id ever spoken to.
But its her second amazing bit of work that this story involves, and that should interest anyone who seeks to love me, or claims to, or has. There were two rituals in Buffys room, two beyond the usual mind your manners or get kicked out of the room basic set of rules; the first was, as Buff was ending her shift, goodbyes with her regulars were always exchanged. Kain and Zed, two Aussie chatters, who lived in the same western Australian city, not two miles from each other, and who had chatted on the site for quite a while, a couple years by this time, but who had never met in real life, would exchange Hate You!s with each other and wish Buffy a gday darling, then all of the other chatters would exchange brief (hugs) and *kisses* and goodbyes with Buff; and then Buff would shout her version of later with the room, LATEX shed shout, and just before closing everyone would shout FMLYMI.
I was new, and shy, and only just beginning to make friends there, not having developed the reputation that my regular screen name would soon gain, and not yet the status that being a model, among adult chatters, gains. So I never asked anyone about the FMLYMI, for months it went on, I wouldnt join in the ritual closing, I would just say bye and love you Buffy and let the room collapse as they did in that day. But, as time went by I began to form friendships with some of the other Buffy fans, one in particular would last many years. A chatter with the nickname mondegreen and I became good friends, and shared personal information and stories off of the site through instant messaging and emails. We chatted about life, our jobs, our families, all of the normal things that new friends share, and we also talked about the chat site, the models, chatters, and finally, about FMLYMI.
I asked monde what the hell the ritual was about. Bete, havent you noticed the tattoo on Buffs inner left thigh? I thought for a moment, looking at Buff on the screen as monde and I chatted in Messenger, I could plainly see the large letters in Gothic Style Script on the thigh, but had never before really tried to decipher them. FMLYMI was clearly there. Okay monde, but what the hell does it MEAN? I replied. He laughed in our off site window and explained I asked Buff one day, what the hell the tattoo was about, and she explained it to me. Monde it means Fuck Me Like You Mean It. I do NOT suffer fools IN my bed or OUT of it. Its my instruction manual. So read and USE IT. I laughed and from that day forward I joined in with all of the other regulars in her room chanting it as we said our morning goodbyes.
Now these days, having left cam modeling, but still enjoying the moment to moment tussle and bump of adult chat, and of course, the beautiful wonderful models, I find myself remembering Buff, and, when exiting various rooms where folk appreciate my abusive and rude chat, I shout FMLYMI too. But, theres more to this story my tender lumplings.
The FMLYMI is not just an instruction on how to derive, and provide, pleasure. Its a rule, with a sharp edge to it. I, like my second cam model lover Buff, can be hard and cruel. So always remember this: if you want to fuck me, or fuck WITH me, you had better FMLYMI, because if you DONT there is a piper to be paid. So, to you sweet girl, who throws occasional kisses in passing, and feigns an interest in my attentions, I say this, the next time we fuck, mean it.
*kisses and licks* all my darlings, and LATEX to you all! And to Kain, and Zed, two of the few men who ever became close enough to my heart for me to miss you, where ever you are, I love you both.
Bete
Amanda 2011
9/6/2011
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