Between 1999-2005, I lived alone and spent a lot of my free time catfishing women online. Back then, women were more gullible and it was easy to convince them to send me nudes. Young single mothers were the easiest. Just pretend you’re a nice guy with a stable job, and they’ll do anything you want. Teen girls were a little trickier, until I started posing as an “online talent scout.” I told them that they’d make a great model, and I could get them a modeling gig, but I needed them to audition for me on cam.
There was one girl in particular that I’ll always remember. Her name was Eugenie, and she was from Toulouse, France. I spoke to her for over two months. I began by pretending to be just another teen boy. Then, days later, I revealed that my uncle worked for a movie company, and he was looking for a girl like her to have a small speaking roll in a new film. He just needed to see her in a few outfits: a dress, casual wear, and a bikini. She sent me videos in all of those outfits to show to him. Over the next few weeks, I pretended that he needed to see more and more, until I convinced her to go totally n***, bend over, spank herself, and pretend to give head to a shampoo bottle.
It was easy to do. She never raised any doubts about the truth of what I was telling her. I eventually ghosted on her because I felt bad for her. But I kept everything she sent me.
I dozens CD-R’s full of n*** photos and videos, and even resumes and other info women sent me over the years.
Then, one day, I had an attack of conscious, and a little paranoia that I’d be caught, so I destroyed all of the CDs. I broke them in half, and threw half of them in one garbage, and drove to the other side of town to throw the other half away.
Some days, when I get really h****, I hate myself for getting rid of all of that good material. I imagine finding those women again, befriending them online again, then blackmailing them with their old pictures. Oh well.