I type out a message and hit send and go back to scrolling, not really expecting a response soon.
Maskedsnack
Welcome to my channel, #Notaserialkiller. Nice to meet you, though I have to say, that username screams serial killer energy. Just a heads-up, if you’re here to find your next victim, you’re in the wrong place.
Most subscribers lurk, watch the content, and move on. But my phone buzzes moments later.
#Notaserialkiller
Fair point. I promise I’m harmless, though. Just here for the content. Your stuff is different.
I furrow my brow as I click on his profile, curious about my first subscriber. There are no direct shots of his face. He’s clearly cautious about his identity, and I guess I am the same. There are plenty of pictures of his body showing that his chest is broad and muscular, and also one of his arms and back, caught mid-motionin what looks like a gym or training session. There’s one image of him from behind with his body silhouetted against a window, and even without seeing his face, I can tell he’s attractive.
Maskedsnack
Different how? Should I be concerned?
The reply pops up quickly.
#Notaserialkiller
Different in a good way. Most creators on here are all about the shock factor. You seem like you’re about having fun with it. Have you checked out any other creators? I could recommend some if you want. There’s a guy who does content with a male partner who’s pretty popular. It might give you some ideas.
I’m intrigued. Taking content suggestions from a stranger on the internet isn’t the worst idea in the world, and Aspen said I need to study what works.
Maskedsnack
Male partner? Like guy-on-guy?
#Notaserialkiller
Yeah. It’s popular with a lot of audiences. The chemistry between the right people can be really hot.
I thank him for the recommendation and spend the next hour diving into the suggested creator’s feed. And #Notaserialkiller is right, the chemistry is freaking hot. The way these men move together, the way they touch each other, the banter. It’s intoxicating to watch.
By the time I’m done with my research, I’m flushed and horny. I close the app and flop back onto my bed, my thighs clenched together. I can feel dampness between my legs, and I know what I need.
Pulling off my shorts and underwear, I toss them aside. My fingers find their way to my pussy, and I let out a soft sigh as I touch myself, finding I’m already so wet. Then I let my mind wander to what I watched. The way one of them had pinned the other against the wall.
My fingers work faster, and my breath becomes ragged. I imagine what it would be like to have someone touch me with that kind of intensity. I think about strong hands, muscular bodies, and Landon.
The thought of him hits me like a bolt of lightning, and I immediately try to push it away. No fucking way am I thinking about that asshole. But my body doesn’t listen, and my orgasm crashes over me before I can stop it, leaving me gasping and absolutely furious.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Landon Kane is the last person I should be thinking about. He’s staying down the hall, and also broke my heart in a way that I’m still trying to glue back together. Yet my traitorous body doesn’t seem to care about logic or self-preservation.
I grab my phone and scroll back through #Notaserialkiller’s profile, then type out another message to distract myself from doing something stupid. The last thing I want to do is seek out Levi; he is the weakest link and would fuck me six ways to Sunday if I asked him.
Maskedsnack
So, mysterious stranger, what’s your story? And before you say you can’t share details, I get it. But surely you can tell me something about yourself.
I hit send and wait. Luckily my phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.
#Notaserialkiller
Fair question. I’m new to this whole thing. Just trying to figure out who I am outside of what everyone else expects of me. Figured this was a good place to explore.
