I'm tired of the over-scripted, generic hardcore porn that you find on the internet. Do you ever find yourself looking at these porn stars and wondering, "Hmmm, what are they like in real life?" Well, here is a chance for you to slide your dick in, just the tip. Her name is Chelsea Wild, she is not a pornstar, and she's soft but selective. She's the warm, sweet girl that you would have a crush on in college. You know the type: cute, expressive, never wears extravagant or dramatic clothing to flaunt her tits, she is just down-to-earth and chill to hang out with. Yeah, take that whole vibe and mix it with low-key sluttiness. The type who screams, "Oops, didn't mean to bend over. Now you're hard, sorry." That's Chelsea.
Want a piece of her? Good. You can get it right here, on Telescope! They've got her Telegram contact info, plenty of posts, and downright nasty stuff of Chelsea that will get your dick wet. Her whole profile feels like a trap. A horny fly trap, perfectly designed to capture your attention, get you hard, and eventually message her so she can cash in on your depravity. But then again, if you're scrolling through Telescope, you're not there with innocent intentions. That's like walking into a steakhouse only to eat vegetables and vegetarian delicacies, sounds stupid, right?
There is only one problem with this whole ordeal, and that is the waiting time, the dreadful time it takes her to respond to a single message. Look, if you're talking with girls using Telescope, you'll have to get used to it. These girls take their sweet ass time, as if they're on the beach relaxing under the hot sun with a margarita in one hand and a porn magazine in the other. You have only one option: you wait until you can't anymore. At moments like these, I wish Telescope had a priority feature, where I could be bumped to number one in her inbox, so I could get a response quicker and nut without waiting in line. I have the money, and the charm. I bet that Chelsea isn't doing this because it's her dream job, she is here for the money. So, why isn't she taking my money?
Time, Sweet Time
At moments like these, I feel like the lowest scum of the earth. Think your life isn't productive? Look at me. I'm sitting in front of a monitor screen and waiting for a reply; it's been like 30 minutes. Even that game of League of Legends you're playing has more meaning than this. Actually, no, it doesn't. I would rather wait for a reply than play Yasuo on mid lane.
The more I wait, the more I realize: this is actually a skill, an art form, like Muay Thai. At first, it seems like a means to an end, but once you get into it, you realize that it has a lot of history, character, nuances that you didn't see before. Suddenly, you're strapped with a headband, half-naked. But instead of a boxing ring, it's your cock against Chelsea in the horny matchup of who will respond first and who will win the orgasmic trophy. Then again, I seriously doubt that Chelsea would orgasm just by talking with me, or you, or anyone... She's too good for that. She's not that type of slut. She's here to cash in on her simps while sending pre-recorded photos and videos with her perfectly manicured hands.
That's the impression she gives. She still hasn't responded, and God knows how long it has been. Imagine if this was a coffee shop and I was waiting an hour for a late. This is unacceptable. I have better chances of dying from boredom than getting an orgasm from Chelsea. Okay, lets take a breather, my focus seems to be wavering, and I can't have that happening. I must focus 100% on Chelsea's titties and wait for that reply, like a good little simp.
No More Waiting
The wait is finally over, and Chelsea responded. She talked about chakra alignment and balance like a spiritual chick, you know the type, the ones who swear by tarot cards but settle down for boyfriends because they have big aura... I mean, dick. Anyway, she asked for my name, I told her my name, very formally, and then I asked if she wanted to exchange business cards, or nudes. I'm still keeping it smooth. I sound like THE man, even Andrew Tate can't game a chick like this. But Chelsea has cockblocked me, yeah, sadly, she did.
She said business cards are no fun and she loves exchanging nudes, but she only sends nudes to a few special fuckbuddies. By fuckbuddies I mean simps who pay her rent.I'm going to be honest, I felt kind of sad, not because she considers me an ordinary fuckbuddy, but because she's on Telegram to sell naked body pictures, and apparently, I don't fit the mold. She is acting like that chick, the one who says, "I want a nice guy," but proceeds to get naked for the next douchebag who buys her a drink. Right now, she's treating me like the nice guy! Maybe I should've just asked for nudes straight away. But I took the bait, I made a fool out of myself, and started chatting with her about ordinary stuff.
She sounds like a nice gal, but how much longer will she make me wait for a couple of titty pics, you know? I'm willing to buy them off of her, too; it's not like I'm freeloading this shit and begging for some pussy. I think this is her teasing routine: bore me to death with conversations about hobbies and what bars I like to visit, then when I'm ready to leave, she'll send a titty tease, just to keep me trapped and talking to her. It feels like she's leeching my energy, like she's spiritually draining me, when she should be physically draining my dick instead.
Cardboard With Tits
I'm trying my best not to sound like an asshole here. I get that she's more than a walking pair of tits, but come on... You can't have both the carrot and the stick; one has to go! Either shove the stick up your ass and give me the carrot, or suck my dick and keep both. Just to clarify, I'm not ragging on Chelsea; she's doing everything correctly, in a very mediocre way. She has memorized scripts and watched courses on how to talk with horny people online. She's nailing all of the Insta Thot vibes, yet, her personality is more obnoxious than Kanye West on twitter.
I'm practically trying to force something mildy interesting out of her. I'm hitting her with wild one-liners and intense puns; I'm carrying this conversation on my back. She's just sitting there and asking basic ass questions. If you are a gooner who has never talked to a woman his entire life, this might be the greatest thing since the internet. But me? I'm doing this shit for a living, and I deserve to be treated better than this. If you're selling your titties on Telegram, you need to give people a reason to pick you, pick your titties over someone else's, and Chelsea, she's not really doing it.
She's giving me chick-plan-B vibes, the one you settle for when your main bitch is too busy sucking someone else's dick. The boring type, the one you'll never be caught dead with in public. Chelsea is not fun at all, but hey, I guess nowadays a big ass and a big pair of titties are enough to replace personality. She's doing the bare minimum and somehow... succeeding with it, but the bare minimum isn't enough for me, and it shouldn't be enough for you either. My advice? Just scroll past Chelsea and explore your options, Telescope has plenty of them.
