Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

This book is dedicated to anyone who fucks as a coping mechanism. You do you. Keep coping your brains out.

I was thinking of you, Valeria. Imagining it was you. Wanting it to be you. And all my best shit? I’ve been saving it for you.” Lander

I’ve always believed a woman’s body is built to endure far more than anyone acknowledges.

A whale: the term we use for men who spend more than the majority of customers. For most cam models, a whale makes up more than half of our revenue.

“Lawyers, i-bankers, and policy wonks don’t date camgirls. It never works.”

“You don’t let anyone else see this,” she murmurs, dragging her fingertip over my heart. She traces the letters of her name on my skin. I melt. I die. I die very, very happy.

I’m not in pain; I’m in ecstasy. Everything is happening so fast,

The pleasure is rapturous and indescribable. It travels the length of my limbs to the tips of my fingers and the pads of my toes. I wanted this. I wanted this for years, and now I’m going to want it forever. “Just like that,” he grits. “God, you’re perfect, Valeria.”

A woman’s body is built to endure far more than anyone is willing to acknowledge.

As far as I’m concerned, if loving someone is the best way to spend your last twenty minutes, there’s no better way to spend a lifetime.