Sunday, March 22nd, 2020.

The day the world changed in the UK.

Fear, uncertainty, and shock gripped the world.

A new word had entered my vocabulary. Coronavirus!

Another word had emerged, too.

Lockdown.

The UK government had just announced that life as we knew it, had changed.

Stay at home! Save lives!

My partner and I do not live together, preferring our own space when needed. It suits us both.

I could still feel his kiss as I watched the black BMW drive away.

Would I ever see him again?

That was when Vintagebabe was created.

We had stuck to the rules. I now know we could have spent Lockdown together, but at that time, no one was thinking beyond the next day.

The days and weeks loomed ominously. I was on my own. The weather was spectacular for Scotland, warm and sunny. I was one of the lucky ones. I had a garden. The novelty of suiting my needs alone wore off quickly. The internet was a lifesaver. I wasn't a fan of social media, all those perfect pictures in a perfect world. Utter bolloks!

My browsing led me to various sites but one in particular caught my eye, I’ll call it VW.

It was an adult site, but mainly amateurs. I created a profile and logged on.

Yes, there was hard-core porn there if you chose to pay. Nope, never been into porn. Anything I had seen looked fake and posed, and frankly, I found it boring.

However, the pics, not all of them though, were just regular females like myself who for reasons of their own, were posting intimate pictures online.

I was fascinated. I'm a straight female, but the idea of doing something similar turned me on.

I have to stress at this point, I was shocked to discover this.

I had pictures, which only my partner had seen. I reckon if most couples are honest, they have a collection like this.

Was I brave enough to upload a shot?

Yes! It was pretty tame and I made sure my face was cropped out. Not because it's horrific, but I would be anonymous.

I never thought much about it and didn't bother to check till later. I was astounded at the response. Hundreds of views and comments!!!

I felt myself going wet, reading those comments. Frustration had settled in big time. This was an outlet. I'll let you into a secret, I had no flexible friends or toys. I'd never needed that. Preferring the real thing.

I also discovered a camaraderie with others on the site. We could message each other and comment on each other's posts and pics. There was fun and banter for the most part. I referred to VW as Facebook for grown-ups.

Ok, there was some bitching and nasty comments, but in the main, no.

I got to know another female who posted amazing, bold pics accompanied by racy, cheeky comments. She was supportive from day one.

I'll call her HM for now. We exchanged email addresses and communicated daily.

She introduced me to the idea of toys, sexier lingerie and fun. Gradually the friends and chat grew. There was OL in America, and S in Australia who I also exchanged addresses with. That was it. I didn't further the circle

There were three Brit females, HM, LG and myself VB. The other two females had huge followings and their pics were very intimate and revealing. LG was not afraid to show her face, HM was like me, faceless.

Gradually I revealed more and soon my boobs and pussy had been seen by thousands. It was my secret and I loved it.

I ordered lingerie from a site HM suggested, but more importantly, I ordered my first toy!!! As per her recommendation too!

The package arrived, discreetly wrapped. I opened it and there it was. My first ever fake penis!!!! Purple! Quite large!

It was charged, and ready to go.

I lay on my bed naked, switched on and started to explore. Slowly, tentatively, after all this was new to me. I ran it over my open lips and clit. I couldn't believe the sensations. I was soaking wet and pulsing, my body was going into spasms. Then I inserted it fully into my waiting vagina.

My world exploded. Why had it taken me so long to discover this??? Yes, the real thing is fabulous, but this took me to a different level.

The weeks passed. I hadn't seen my partner or family. Life was tough. My friendships on VW became so important. Then a new friend emerged. Yes you know him as The Strutting Cockerel, Ken. He would comment on my boob and pussy pics, I liked the sound of him. Too many comments were the same, show us more, some finger action, bend over, nice tits!!

You get the idea. Yes, when you expose yourself, of course that's what you'll hear. I totally get that. However, it can get repetitive, so a bit of humour, always important to me, and something cheeky will grab my attention.

We exchanged emails. He told me about Jenny, about his life in Aberdeen, about The Strutting Cockerel which had to close overnight. Would it ever open again?

Gradually I sent him pics, which no one except my partner had seen. I trusted him with face shots too.

He sent me pics of his reaction. Impressive! I sometimes sent clips which somehow or other I had managed to set up, of my times spent with my new toy. By now I was an expert, running it over my nipples, down my body and opening my legs wide so that Ken could see everything. I then massaged my clit while inserting my purple penis.

It was as if Ken was there in my bedroom with me watching every move, every jerk of my naked body, every moan, every gasp until I finally climaxed in a heap. No I didn't live cam or stream. It was always a recorded clip.

I trusted him never to post it online. I never would want that posted. He never abused that trust.

That was 5 years ago. It is hard to imagine these days. I still have my toys, although they really aren't needed any more! I still have my friends in America and Australia. We have kept in touch.

Ken and I email most days, occasional pics, but mainly as trusted friends.

We both live in Scotland. We have never met. We never will. We both value this unusual friendship.

Ah….. You are wondering about HM too.

We have never met either. I do not know what she looks like. I do know about her life and that she is married.

I also know her name,

Steph!