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Great, now I’ve got a hardonandI’m pining for someone who probably doesn’t even exist.

An alarm goes off on my phone, and I startle from my reverie. Two minutes until TiffanyAngel starts her stream.

The arousal and butterflies intensify.

Okay, maybe I was lying when I said that I was imagining a nebulous someone. Maybe I was thinking about the gorgeous, captivating human I’ve become obsessed with.

Shit, Iamstupid. I’m pining for the most unattainable woman possible. But I can’t squash the bubbles of excitement or the way my cock leaks pre-cum as I sign in to my SpiceCam account and wait for her stream to go live.

When the notification pops at exactly 9pm—Tiffany is punctual like that, another reason why I like her so much—I force myself to wait twowhole minutes before I join. Don’t want to seem too eager.

The window expands, and my breath catches when I see her. Tiffany sits on the edge of her bed, legs swinging playfully as she greets people as they join the stream. Her dark brown curls fall in perfect, delicate ringlets that brush against her shoulders, and her lips are a bright cherry red that looks stunning against her light brown skin. She’s wearing a fluffy white sweater over a tight baby blue dress that matches the color of her eyes and hugs her ample soft curves in a way that makes my mouth water.

Gods, how does she get more beautiful every time I see her?

“Oh! Welcome back, GentleGiant. I’m so happy you’re here with me tonight,” she says, beaming as she sees my username in the log of people watching.

My heart almost stops at how genuine her words sound. I’m not surprised she remembers me—I’ve joined every show she’s done since I stumbled across her profile a handful of months ago on a night I was feeling particularly lonely. But the brightness in her voice, and the hint of pleasure at seeing my name, feels so real.

I know it’s all an act. She’s just so damn good at it. My mind is playing tricks on me by imagining that her greetings for others as they join aren’t quite as enthusiastic.I’m sure I mean nothing to her beyond a means of making money.

Which is fine! This is her job and I’m happily enjoying her services. It’s ridiculous for me to hope for something beyond that, but it doesn’t hurt anything to let myself get caught up in the fantasy that this adorable human is performing for me. Other than my pride, which is already non-existent.

Despite my self-delusions, I’m careful not to be a creep. I’m polite when I use the chat function, never pushing her for anything, even as others demand she show them her tits or spread her legs and fuck herself with one of her many toys. Even if I would love to see how much she could stretch herself.

I type a message out in the chat, ignoring the way my cock strains against my pants. If I wanted to have a quick jerk off session, I’d watch porn. I like watching Tiffany because she’s funny and friendly, and it makes me feel like I’m not so alone, even though I’m sitting on the other side of a computer screen.

GentleGiant: Hope you’re having a good night. That dress looks beautiful on you.

“Aww, thank you!” she says, smiling at the camera in a way that feels like she’s looking me directly in the eye, and smoothing her hands down the skirt. “I got it when I was visiting some friends and every time I wear it, it makes me feel so pretty. It’s wonderful to know you like it.”

I goto type out a reply and grimace at the messages I see appear before I can finish it.

FapMaster69: Who gives a shit about the dress? Show us your pussy.

User2846329: She’s kinda hot, but talks too much.

DaemonSinner: My cock choking her would shut her up.

My jaw flexes as I fight not to grind my teeth together. Gods, people are awful tonight.

Tiffany doesn’t so much as blink as she reads the messages. In fact, her mouth twists into a wry smile. “Aww, that’s cute that you think you’re big enough that you’d choke me.”

A laugh bursts from me, and the chat fills with messages appreciating her burn. Tiffany always knows how to deal with assholes. Another reason I’m half in love with her.

DaemonSinner: Fucking ugly fat whore, no one wants you anyway.

I ball my hands into fists as my instinct to defend Tiffany flare up. I keep them away from the keyboard and take a deep breath, resisting the urge to send a thinly veiled threat or jump to her defense, because I know from previous streams she can handle it on her own.

Sure enough, Tiffany casually leans forward to do something off camera and a moment later, the message vanishes from the chat. She must’ve banned him.

“Wow, someone was overcompensating,” she says with a soft laugh. She sits back and crosses her legs, flashing the tops of her thick thighs and a hint of her panties.

She starts to chat with us, asking people how their days are going, and answering questions about what she got up to. It’s so hard to tell if any of her answers are real or not, but when she falls into a giggle fit telling a story of how her brother got locked out of his house buck naked by the woman he’s dating, it doesn’t seem fake at all.

Mango leaps up onto my lap and butts her head against my hand, oblivious to my besotted pining for the woman on my computer screen. I scoop her up so she’s not resting her surprisingly heavy paws on my balls, and give her a kiss.

“I know, I know. You’re my sweet pretty angel,” I coo to her, stroking her head as she lets out a little meow of agreement. Her tail swats against the screen and she headbutts my hand, begging for more pets. “You’ll always be my baby, but daddy needs some other kinds of affection too,” I sigh, looking back at Tiffany.