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As my work reviewing Private Feeds began to wind down and I was running out of polite but firm ways of criticizing various elements of the site’s operation, it came time to say goodbye to HoneyBunny. She looked disappointed that we had never managed to cybernetically consummate our online relationship and told me as much. I admitted the same. Just before I finally left her room and the site for the night, she did me a wonderfully erotic favor by stepping back from the camera and turning to the side, showing me her delightfully curvy body in all its glory. A truly generous and courteous woman! I tipped her one last time. She blew me half-a-dozen kisses, ignoring the other two guys in the room until they shut up and acknowledged our blossoming romance. And then it was all over… or so it seemed.

Before heading off to bed – it was now nearing daybreak; I’m a night owl but this was a bit too late even for me – I sent HoneyBunny a direct message through Private Feeds’ messaging system. I was half expecting to receive no reply, assuming she’d be too busy coaxing tokens out of other horny fellas. What had I been thinking, spending all my alloted review funds on one girl whom I’d be unable to take into a private session? Boy, what a sucker! Anyway, I thanked her for the pleasant conversation and promised to return and make another attempt at giving us some privacy, logged off, and soon fell asleep.

A day went by with no word. Then, just as I was settled into my usual state of self-doubt and mild depression, I received the following message…

Oh, HoneyBunny, you really are one hell of a gal!

As you’ll recall from the last installment of Webcam Love, your humble narrator recently came upon a webcam performer unlike any other I had “met” – her name was HoneyBunny and I found her on Private Feeds, a fairly unimpressive review subject that suddenly upon meeting her proved itself worthwhile.

Upon clicking the “Enter Group Chat” button on HoneyBunny’s page, I received an error. Clicking it again, I got the same vague and unhelpful notice once more. Click, click, click. Error, error, error. I informed my new acquaintance of my troubles and headed off in search of a solution. The thought of her having to entertain the “puss” obsessed creep while I was left helpless, unable to rescue my fair maiden, filled me with despair. That despair soon turned to rage when I found the allegedly 24/7 live support system of Private Feeds was unavailable. Typical.

I hunted around for a solution to my troubles and found nothing. The site allegedly supported Mac OS X, so the fact that I was using a Macbook shouldn’t be the source of my frustrations, and there were no other hints pointing towards an immediate resolution. I restarted my browser – no luck. I restarted my computer – no luck. I changed my nickname from “MrPink” to “misterpink”  – no luck. Each time I entered HoneyBunny’s room, where she was once again public, her most recent patron quite obviously a one-minute-man, her face seemed to light up as she asked if I had overcome my technological setback. And, I’m sorry to say, each time I had to tell her “no.”

I continued chatting with her while heading offsite in my never-ending search for any possible solution, and I continued to tip her for her patience, for her good humor, and for not being like so many other camgirls I’ve come across in my many online adventures. She received each tip with a smile and blew me kisses and flashed me as a sign of her appreciation like the sweetheart she certainly seemed to be.

But was that really the case? Could some randomly found redheaded, curvaceous Colombian woman really be the first webcam performer this seasoned veteran of online adult entertainment (in all its various forms and fashions) has ever found himself even remotely besotted with truly be such a sweet and genuine friendly, not to mention gorgeous, woman?

The answer lies in the thrilling conclusion to (pause for dramatic effect) Webcam Love.

Stay tuned, sports fans!

Webcam sites might thrill some people, but I’ve always found them more than a little frustrating. You buy yourself some token, find a camgirl that appears attractive and amiable, tip her, tip her again, and soon realize that she doesn’t give a shit how many ten-spots you toss her way, she’s all about the high rollers. And on most webcam sites, it takes a lot of real-life green to be that kind of guy.

When reviewing Private Feeds this week, however, my opinion changed. The site itself was nothing much to write home about; your average cam site loaded with women, men, trannies, and couples from around the world, all trying to make a buck with minimal effort and maximum skin. Of the few dozen performers that were online during the writing of the review, at least five or six caught my eye only to turn out to be basically the same as every other camgirl, just like I described above. One woman, however, proved to be something else entirely.

Private Feeds performer HoneyBunny initially attracted my attention for four reasons: her bright red hair, he sweet face, and the two most obvious physical attributes sitting right there on her chest. Upon closer inspection, she turned out to be Colombian, mute (due to a non-operational microphone), and adorable in personality as well as physicality. I entered the room and began engaging her in conversation; nobody else was, leaving me to assume I was alone in there. After asking her how she was and complimenting her on her attractiveness and relative maturity (compared to other Private Feeds performers), and after her thanking me kindly for my courtesy and manners, I decided to tip her 10 tokens. She was noticeably impressed with my “generosity” (her word, not mine) and her smile shone brightly back at me through the screen. Then another user piped up and demanded to see her “sweet litle puss bb.” Her attempts to ignore him worked initially, but then he took her into a group chat, which she requested I join. At this point, I was definitely starting to fall for her, but my troubles were just beginning.

Stay tuned to Mr. Pink’s blog to see how this star-crossed romance turned out. (It has a happy ending, I promise.)