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Molly Spock
Title: Balancing Motherhood and My Passion: Why ...

Being an OnlyFans creator also comes with its challenges. There are societal stigmas and judgments associated with this line of work, and I have faced criticism and negativity from some quarters. However, I have learned to overcome these challenges by staying true to myself, being proud of my work, and educating others about the platform and its diversity.

Title: Balancing Motherhood and My Passion: Why I Love Being an OnlyFans Creator
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Molly Spock
“What Do I Love About My Job?”

  I haven’t always been an open book, spreading her legs and joy for the world to see, I was more of a closested freak.  All my friends knew I was incredibly promiscuous and loved sex, but that stayed in my immediate group.  Nowadays, I wear my heart on my sleeve, my sex life is plastered all over the internet and I’ve accepted that I’ve opened myself up to being judged for what I do.  

“What Do I Love About My Job?”
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Molly Spock
What Do Women Actually Want? Porn vs. Reality

VibeWIthMolly/VibeWithMommy shares her opinion on what women actually want and gives helpful tips on how to approach a first date as well as tips for physical intimacy, consent and how to seal the deal! In my dating life I have made quite a few men uncomfortable with my forwardness. I’ve had a guy make up an excuse and left the date after only 30 minutes of conversation. I admittedly knew we weren’t a match so I got pretty vulgar fairly quickly. What did I say? Fine I’ll tell ya. I told him one of my kinks was to get objectified and fucked like a fuckdoll from time to time. I think it freaked him out a bit…

What Do Women Actually Want? Porn vs. Reality
Molly Spock
What Mommy Means to Me Where VibeWithMommy Came ...

One misstep, my boot slides out from underneath me and my face makes contact with the rock. I’m now draped over the beautiful rock face cliff like a little goldendoodle who just played for hours at the dog park. My floppy curly ears frazzled, ego floating in the cold river below and my fear a blazin’.

What Mommy Means to Me Where VibeWithMommy Came From
Molly Spock
What Was It Like the First Time I Was Naked in ...

Well, the first time I was naked in public was when I was a child. I don’t remember much from that time, but what I do know is a story my mother told me. She said she could never keep clothes on me.

What Was It Like the First Time I Was Naked in Public?
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Why Couldn’t I Have Just Kept My Fucking Legs Closed for Once?

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Why Couldn’t I Have Just Kept My Fucking Legs Closed for Once?

He has me bent over the guardrail and he’s railing me from behind. I don’t know his name. Well, he told me his name but I forgot it seconds after he told me. The only thing I know about him is that he’s from Italy. He’s about 6’4, has dark hair and he’s attractive enough to be sleeping with after only an hour of drunk conversation. We’re on a two day ferry ride from Manila to Coron in the Philippines. The boat is huge. It holds hundreds of passengers and has plenty of bunk beds for all the passengers to sleep. I spent most of the boat ride drinking too much rum and chasing it down with cheap beer.

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OM No, Another #MeToo

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OM No, Another #MeToo

I woke up in the middle of the night to someone having sex with me. I felt so disoriented and for a moment I had forgotten where I was and who I was with. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn’t move. I thought maybe I was dreaming.

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I Should've Known the Second I Woke up With Half My Head of Hair Missing

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I Should've Known the Second I Woke up With Half My Head of Hair Missing

I should've known the second I woke up with half my head of hair missing.  

Tufts of locks blowing around the room like little tumbleweeds that you see in old western movies before the shootout scene commences.  I should’ve known this fuck up was warning me of the hard years ahead. “Run away”, the wind whispers, “Run away as fast as you can and never look back.”  The reality of what happened sinks in. I look in the mirror and I swear I look like Gollum from "Lord of the Rings”. As I looked in the mirror, at this stranger, I couldn’t remember a goddamn thing.  My mind starts racing.   “What the fuck happened?  Why did I do this to myself?”  I would later learn that, in a blackout rage, I had what some would call a mental breakdown.

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Story Time: The Party Girl, the Slut, the "Free Spirit"

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Story Time: The Party Girl, the Slut, the "Free Spirit"

Here I am.  Swaying side to side.  On to my next big excursion.  I have a fifth of vodka in one hand and a beer in the other.  I’m wearing my favorite crocheted rainbow crop top. It ties around the neck and frames my breasts perfectly.  I don’t need a bra because I haven’t had any children yet and my breasts are still small and perky. My stomach is flat as a board, my curls are blowing in the wind and I have not a care in the world.  I’m sitting at the front of the boat with my friend Parker. He’s dutch, has brown puppy eyes, shaggy hair and a huge dick.

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Fill Myspace with Meaningless Sex

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Fill Myspace with Meaningless Sex

I was so nervous to meet Nick.  It took me hours to get ready. I was super insecure about my body.  I thought my breasts were too small. I thought my hair was ugly. I hated my hands and my big toes.  I wanted to cover everything up with make-up, a tight fitted dress and a long fitted coat. I even wore a hat and a wig to cover my short curly hair.  I tried everything to appear older than a 15 year old teenage girl.

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Story Time: No Rabies, No STDs and No Broken Bones

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Story Time: No Rabies, No STDs and No Broken Bones

The waves.  I can hear the faint sounds of waves crashing close by.  I feel the early morning dawn on my skin. I start licking my lips and I can feel sand crunch between my teeth.  There is something next to me. I can feel the warmth of someone next to me.  My mouth is so dry.  My head is pounding. I feel so disoriented. 

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Where the Fuck Is That Guy with the Drugs? 

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Where the Fuck Is That Guy with the Drugs? 

I’m feeling the way I always do when I’m out and about doing drugs and drinking alcohol.  I’m swaying back and forth. I’m feeling awkward because that last line of cocaine I did is starting to wear off and there’s no more alcohol in the house.  “I need something,” I think to myself.  Where the fuck is that guy with more coke?  He said he’d be back soon with more drugs. My heart is beating with the music, fast and upbeat.  I look around the party and there’s all sorts of colorful people.  There’s a girl with red hair, a black guy with no lenses in his glasses, and a tall skinny awkward guy trying to dance.  I’m trying to enjoy myself, like I always do, but something doesn’t feel right. I feel this gnawing in my stomach. I need more drugs.  That’s it, I just need more drugs.  Where the fuck is that guy with the drugs?