ARIA

I slammed the laptop shut after the stream ended, my thighs still sticky and my pulse hammering like I'd just run a marathon. The chat had been feral tonight—thousands tipping for the way I rode that thick glass dildo on camera, legs spread wide for the lens, moaning their usernames like prayers. "CumQueen69," they called me. I liked it. Craved it. The rush of strangers watching me fall apart never got old.

But the money was drying up. Rent was due, and my regulars wanted more. Riskier shit. Public edges. I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or...