It must hurt Alena’s feelings. Treating her like a child when she’s a grown woman. It must drive her crazy too. I wonder if she can sense the secrets she’s living in?
Because they’re driving me crazy.
I stand in my kitchen, petting Mutt, trying to get this urge to make it right for her out of my veins, but I can’t. I can’t tell Alena about her father’s secret world, our enemies, or the threats on every side.
But I can makeourworld right.
Me and Alena, and no one else. In bed, in our hearts, we’ll have no secrets; fuck the rest.
Besides, I can’t do it anymore. I’d never cheat on Alena, and that includes letting thousands of OnlyFans watch mejerk off for her. I need to end this so I can start something new with her.
My email dings with notifications. My loyal orgy of fans are accepting my calendar invite for an impromptu video chat.
My final chat.
Guess I could just never post again, ghost them, but I can’t do that. They’ve been good to me.
Most will move on. But @HarrySmiles? He’s not out in Hollywood. And @WhoreInDC? I hope she finds love. Her husband sounds cruel. @CherryGirl and her husband, @SilverZaddy: I’m going to miss their support.
And my @DirtTGirl?
I’ll say goodbye to her here and start loving her in real life. I’ll tell Alena tomorrow about @LuvPounder and @DirtTGirl and pray she doesn’t hate me.
She’s gotta give us a chance. Right?
Maybe later, it’ll be my only chance.
My proof that when I could, I told Alena the truth.
Setting up my ring light and boom stand for my mic, I then clear one of my nightstands and move it by the center of my bed. When I set my laptop on it, I make sure its camera captures only what I want to reveal—me from the chest down, sitting on the edge of my bed.
Though tonight?
I put on my leather pants and black long-sleeved shirt so they’ll know it’s me, but I sit, hands clasped, elbows braced on my legs like a doctor about to give bad news.
I start my video call, letting each guest in, but my hands start sweating when I see @DirtTGirl joining.
I can’t lie. A twinge of jealousy hits me that Alena’s here. But why? I trust her. With every cell in my body, I do. She’d never cheat on me, so there must be a reason.
Besides, I’m the one who needs to earn her trust. Like this…
“How is everyone?” I greet my guests as the chat fills with comments. “Surprise,” I agree, my husky voice modulated by my mic. “Yeah, it’s a Tuesday night, so thanks for meeting me on short notice.”
HarrySmiles
Anytime you want me leather daddy
JuicyLipsNLondon
Just me tonight. No date. But I’m so wet and ready for you
CherryGirl
We’d rather watch you than Dancing With The Stars
ProudWhoreinDC
My husband’s in his office, spewing number two. I hope he croaks while I come for you
