Page 86 of Their Perfect Daddy

“I want those wrapped around my neck.”

“Could you imagine how good he’d be in bed.”

“I identify as a hardback book.”

“Stroke it!”

It’s a struggle not to laugh at the audacity some people have. Their ability to not give a fuck about what they share is equal parts entertaining and baffling. I’d never publicly share half of what they do.

Then again, I’m also stroking my hands over the pages of a book in a virtual thirst trap. I have no room to judge.

For the next few minutes, I lose myself to the rhythmic movements of today’s show. It’s habit at this point. I don’t truly have to engage much.

It’s not until comments start pouring in even faster that I realize something is wrong. Leaning to the side, I check my screen. My eyes widen at what I find.

“This doesn’t look like any of his stuff. Where is he?”

“Does it matter? The setup is *GIVING* all it needs to give!”

“If there was a ladder in the library, I’d climb it so he could get acquainted with his biggest fan.”

“Now that you mention it, this is weird, right?”

“Exactly! He’s never filmed anywhere else. Do you think he moved?”

“Don’t say such stupid shit. We would have noticed him moving.”

“Then what do you think explains this?”

“Why do we care? Look at his hands!! The rest is irrelevant.”

“We care because of the aesthetic, idiot. #TLSstan”

My eyes blur from trying to keep up with them all. There’s no way to regulate it. Either I need to correct them with a post or cut the feed and try to film at home later.

The decision comes easily.

I don’t want to leave my boys for any length of time. Unless it’s an emergency, I need to be here. It’s too hard being away from them.

Laying the book beside me, I grab my back-up phone to reply to a comment. Before I can even finish typing, there’s more flurry about how I’m responding. It’s such a rare thing outside of the paid subscription I offer, they practically go feral for it.

TheLimitlessSkye:

Staying with a friend for a few weeks. No need to worry about the setting. Enjoy the show.

I add a few emojis to tease them a bit too. Then I lean back and undo another button on my shirt. It’s more than I usually give them, yet it’s nothing I wouldn’t be afraid to wear in front of my parents.

The comments take off again, this time speculating on my body and how they can get me to go shirtless. Some of them plead with me for more and others call me out for being a tease.

When a very familiar name pops up on the screen, I freeze.

DaddySkyesPrincess:

I love your hands. Bet they’d feel great right now.

As far as come-ons go, it’s standard. It’s the person behind the name that has my body aching in an instant. I can’t hear them, yet his laugh is clear as day in my mind. I bet he’s proud of himself for distracting me.

I go about saluting the viewers and shutting my equipment down. My boys are awake. Nothing else matters.

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