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The Girl from OnlyFans
She was his fantasy — until she existed off the screen.
Daniel thought Belinda York had to be the most beautiful woman alive. One late night doomscrolling on Instagram had led him to her page, and he became fascinated with the rows of risqué photos that — though tasteful — excited him enough that he couldn’t help but click on the link to her OnlyFans page. Though he had never subscribed to something just to get private access to someone, he found his thumb hovering over the option to see more — more of her, more of her everything — even though it would cost him each month.
Eventually, he let the moment pass — but he had been eager for her in a way that few women incited in him. Perhaps it was the mystery of her smoky eyes — or the way she posed in her photos, the air of intrigue about her as dense as a page of prose in a tome he might page through at a library.
But the curiosity still followed him as months passed and he still kept up to date with her Instagram page. Once, when she had posted a picture of herself in a bathtub surrounded by rose petals and bubbles, he had taken to the bathroom — and, the phone still in his one hand, it had been all too easy for his other hand to slip down and try to soothe the ache of want that curdled inside him whenever she danced across his mind with the mystery of her — just her —…
