Some people would consider me an 'F boy'… an 'F girl?' 'F woman?'
The whole term is obviously sexist. Whatever, I'm a player I guess you could say. I like sex. I like having it, talking about it, anything. Growing up it was considered shameful, wrong, sinful.
Now, as an adult, I do whatever I want and don't care what others think, which is what led me to camming. That led me to him. We have never met in real life. He doesn't even know my real name, but he's consumed my thoughts for years. When I'm forced to stay with the hockey player who once stood me up, I never expected him to be the man behind the screen.
Or that finally getting to touch him would disrupt everything I ever thought about love and relationships, and that scares me more than anything.
Includes a bonus novella, Cross Checked.