Here’s my story. I’m 23M, I’ve had a pretty good go round with sexting. Been doing it since I was 18, through anonymous apps. The common thing with me is that when I’ve connected with someone great, it becomes some sort of friendship or pseudo-relationship. Ive have a few, and unfortunately they all hurt like a breakup when its ended.

One woman, in her 30s, was helping me through a dark phase, and we admitted to each other we were both depressed people who hurt themselves on the side as well as using porn/sexting as a pleasurable escape. She was the one who ended it, wanting me to find something and someone healthy. She was the first. No pictures, no face, but she was a really fun and good hearted person in London. Even after months, she refused to tell me her name.

There was a girl around my age at the time, 19-20. Christian gal, we connected because we both loved writing and were horny as fuck. But she was incredibly romantic, and we used writing each other poems as a form of sexting. She thought we could meet up one day and really blossom into something, I didn’t have hope the two of us would ever be “real.” Unfortunately I that crushed her. She decided to end it. The memory is fuzzy. I cried so damn hard. She said I changed her perspective on who she wants to find as a partner, and that I was the boy she’d ever really loved who didn’t treat her like shit. I miss you, Lizz.

More recently, I had a two year relationship with a woman well over a decade older than me. Started when I was 21, she was 36. She was the first gal that I moved into picture/video trading with. So, she became the first woman to see my penis, watch me get off, and cum. We used burner IGs to talk, send voice notes, even FaceTime to orgasm simultaneously. She had a boyfriend the whole two years we talked. I ended things. I know her name but don’t want to say it here. First girl to moan my name, spank herself when I asked, tell me she wanted to me to fuck her face. I think I still love her, and not a night has gone by that I didn’t want to reach out just to tell her I still think about her.

I’ve been trying to find someone to sext with longterm like them, or just find a girlfriend. I miss all of those people. I really hope they’re doing okay. Thinking about them makes me want to cry.