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THE BODY

Shit… what the fuck am I doing? It's so fucking late. I'm tired but my cock is so hard I can't even begin to dream about sleeping.

She's here… online… playing… with me. She's got a foul mouth over text and the fact that it made me touch myself on video just for her scares me a little. My loyal subscriber is right. I don't have a fucking clue what she looks like. In fact, I don't even care. It's a fantasy, and a damn good one when she comes out to play. I don't mean to be a shallow dick, but I do have a certain type—we all do, and I'm afraid to break the spell.

I don't know what comes over me when I ask her to show me what she looks like. I'm being an ass, forward as fuck, horny beyond comprehension… it's been ages since I've had sex purely for fun, where I don't have to think about camera angles, microphone placement, and editing it afterward. This feels like a breath of fresh air, even though I just sold her a video for a dollar. Would she like it if it was free? Would she like me, or is she here just for Masen Green? I can't blame her if she is, because that's exactly what I'm advertising, what I'm selling. My persona, my cock, the fantasy. She doesn't know shit about me.

My fist loses grip on my dick as her photo downloads into the conversation. "Shit," I mutter. She's fucking gorgeous, and for a second I think I'm being catfished until I put two and two together. I recognize her. Those deep, soulful, bottomless brown eyes, small and slightly upturned nose, full lips; bottom one slightly fuller than the top one… oh my fuck. It's her, Emmett's doctor from the emergency room. I'm good with faces, I've always been. I let my phone fall down my lap, hands rubbing my face as I groan.

Has she recognized me?

But she's been following me for so long…

Did she know at the hospital?

I briefly go through our conversations in my head since she patched Em up. It's actually been me who started being more forward. I'm used to female attention. Hell, I'm used to any type of attention, but my fans are usually not as tempting as SuburbanScreamer. She's witty, crass, dirty, and nothing like the other people who follow me for the sole reason that she's one of the few who hasn't sent me a marriage proposal. Screamer knows what this is. I can tell by our talks recently. They've gotten a little less business and a little more fun, but it's been my doing. The fact that she forwarded me that picture of the wet patch in her bed kept me hard for hours after she logged off, even though I made myself come twice.

I tug at the sheet, pull it over my aching cock, and type up a heartfelt reply. I kept her waiting for far too long, she probably thinks I'm being creepy.

Christ, you're fucking beautiful.

I bite my lip as I stare at the screen. Her profile picture doesn't give anything away; her bio doesn't either. It enlists coffee, a syringe, and an eggplant emoji in the description, which makes me chuckle.

Making me blush, Mr. Green.

Without hesitation, I type up my reply. Where?

She has me hard and panting by the time something else pops up. Another picture. I groan loudly as I tap it, creamy thighs parted, one hand cupping a bare pussy in dim lighting. Jesus fucking Christ…

Everywhere, even got my clit throbbing…

Man, she's dirty, and she's flirty, and she's fucking sexting me on the app that is my bread and butter. I should feel guilty, making her pay for a monthly subscription and asking her for a picture. She's paying for my entertainment, yet she's the one giving me her wet little cunt for free. I clear my head and scroll down my phone, chuckling to myself as I paste the link into the chat window.

You're such a good, dirty girl… that deserves a little reward ;)

I decide my biggest fan, my top-3 endorser, should get a little something in return, so I give her a discount code that gives her three months on my site for free. She's typing up a storm right away.

Shit, damn… that's the best gift ever. Wow…. a one-on-one and a discount?

She's cute like this. I can just imagine her big, brown eyes lighting up as she's telling me this. I want to see her.

I take a sip of my beer that's on the nightstand, and I should probably lay off the alcohol a little. It's my sixth beer of the night, and I'm starting to feel the effects.

You want a one-on-one with me, Screamer?

The response is typed up and sent out much faster than I anticipated, so I fist my hair into my hand and lean my head back against the headboard until my phone vibrates.

Sure you can handle that?

Cocky little bitch.

She replies with a smug-looking emoji, and I shoot her a picture of my hard cock beneath the thin, white sheet. I don't charge her for it, because I don't care. This is not for work, for profit, it isn't Masen Green. It's just Edward.

Sure you can handle that?

It takes her a little longer to reply, so I jump the gun, press the call button I have access to as admin. The fucking thing keeps ringing until a message pops up that she's unavailable.

Jesus, I scared her away.

I'm sorry, pressed that by accident.

I see she's offline by now, five minutes after I sent out my last picture. "Fuck," I grunt. I throw my phone on the bed and fist my cock angrily. Teasing my piercing, I spread the precum around my tip before I start pumping up and down, hard. I'm angry and frustrated, needing to get off. I imagine the doctor on her hands and knees, wearing nothing else but a lab coat and some powder blue fuck me heels. I imagine the noises coming from her as I grab her by that luscious, dark hair and wrap it around my fist, my balls slapping against her perky little ass while I pound into her. Of course, I noticed how gorgeous she was at the ER with Emmett, but I was agitated and rude.

Her scrubs hid a lot of her figure, but there was no hiding an ass like that, especially in those paper-thin pants that clung to it—no panty lines. She had a nice rack, too, the edges of her bra-cups showing against the pale blue of her top. There was some slight cleavage showing through the modest little V-neck of her scrubs when she bent down. Yes, I was looking.

"Fuck," I grunt. My cock is solid as steel, so hard I crave more. I spit in my hand and spread moisture around myself until it's smooth and wet and hot. When I close my eyes, I can almost envision those full, pouty lips around my tip, tongue teasing me before I fuck her throat.

The last vision does the trick, as I breathe heavily and feel a light sheen of sweat on my forehead. I lean my head back against the wooden headboard again, catching myself and trying to be a little quiet since Emm is still camping out in my guest bedroom. My legs start to tense as I lick my other hand, play with my balls until they get tighter and tighter, the pleasure soaring through me.

I kick the sheets off with my foot, too hot and too sensitive everywhere to feel anything against my skin except for hot, wet pussy. I groan, jaw tensing, and I clench my teeth when the white-hot sensation burns through my limbs, spreads through my abdomen, making my abs tense until the explosion reaches my balls, the base of my cock, tip tingling before I come all over my stomach.

"Shit, that was good," I whisper. I'm taken aback by the intensity of this orgasm, especially since it was just me jerking off. I drink the last of my beer before I grab a wet wipe out of my nightstand and clean up. "Motherfucking Doctor Swan."

As I stuff the package of wipes back in the drawer, I sigh. My eyes scan the contents, and I feel the pang of FOMO soaring through my gut as I spot the barely touched box of condoms, my untouched personal array of sex toys that are gathering dust. I close the drawer with a loud sigh and get up to use the restroom, freshen up and brush my teeth.

When I get back to my bedroom, I grab the empty bottles and take them downstairs. I feel tired and my body aches. I should be in bed, getting some rest before my session with Emmett tomorrow, but I feel on edge despite having had the most incredible orgasm in a few weeks.

I grab one of the blunts Emmett left lying around and take it outside.

Sitting down, one leg up on the chaise lounge, I enjoy the evening breeze as I light the joint that dangles from my lips. I take it in between my fingers and twirl it, blowing at the end until it glows amber before I take a deep hit. My head rolls back as I look up, watching the dark sky, glimmering stars above. The wooden chair feels cool against my bare back, the ridges digging into my skin. My eyes grow heavy as I smoke, head swimming with ideas. I grab my phone, voice record some stuff before I forget them.

"Dude, you know what you should do to get this chick out of your system?" I start. "A doctor scene, that would be so epic. Like, me and a hot brunette posing as my doctor—me fucking her senseless as I think of Dr. Swan. Yeah." I nod and laugh. "I feel like getting frisky in a doctor's office. Shit, I should give Avril a call. She's the curvy, busty brunette that's always up for anything. She'll be perfect for the job." I scroll through my contacts and type her a message, asking her when she's free for another scene together.

Feeling slightly better and relaxed, I dump my blunt into the nearest plant pot and lock up the house for the night. I crawl in bed naked and drape the sheet over my waist, content and finally collapsing.