Demi Lovato Onlyfans Novels & Stories

The weekends were the only time I had to spend time with myself and the couple hundred thousand fans waiting patiently for me. Tonight, I was celebrating my third year on the OnlyFans platform, and just last week, I'd promised my eager followers something special for the occasion. Even with Max still running loops around my mind, I was determined to keep that promise. I pulled out my setup and got to preparing for my fifth ever live vlog. This time, however, I changed a few things up. No toys. No vibrator. No serene environment or music in the background. This time, it was just me. Only me. Raw and unfiltered.

* – *If this is a PR stunt, I’ll still stream, but I’m gonna be mad about it. One video has racked up millions of views. A girl in a Luna tour shirt sits in front of a wall covered in posters—most of them my face. “Okay,” she’s saying into the camera. “So they say she’s on rest. But Luna’s whole *thing* is oversharing. She hasn’t even posted a tired selfie. And all those blinds about a secret husband? About a billionaire ‘patron’? I’m just saying…if we don’t hear from her by the end of the week, I’m starting a GoFundMe for a rescue mission.”

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own

"Four years ago I was stripping my way through residency and crying into ramen. Now I have a club AND a medical practice AND two million followers who think I'm hot." "Two point three million." He freezes. "You know my follower count?" "Scarlett did research." "Oh no." "She found the OnlyFans." "Oh NO." "The comments are... creative." "Those comments are from—" He waves his hand. "—enthusiastic people. VERY enthusiastic. Some of them need hobbies. Real hobbies." "'Doctor Daddy' seems popular." "OKAY." He grabs my arm. Starts pulling me through the crowd. "We're going upstairs. Right now. To the VIP section. Where there are fewer witnesses to my humiliation."

Now nine eyes were looking at me while licking their lips. "Oh fuck! I can't wait!" One of their members shouted. He looks like an angel and seems to float but now, the lust in his eyes are clearly visible. "All of us, Leo can't wait. We've been waiting to fuck for ages," replied Dominic Carlos San Miguel. I know him because his cover of Justin Bieber's song "Boyfriend" became famous.