AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is a polished draft of the very first story I wrote a few years ago. I always wanted to go back to tidy the formatting and some annoying typos. I'd have left it alone, but there were quite a few small errors that I've been dying to fix.
Hardly anyone got to see this the first time around, but I remember being so happy that I managed to write my very own story for Literotica.
Thank you to anyone who offers their time to check this out for the first time and thanks to everyone who read the original version.
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Sat slumped in his chair, his bedroom weakly lit by his monitor, Nick suddenly sensed that he'd struck gold.
A routine search for some fresh material to get off to had yielded nothing but frustration. Almost an hour had passed which was filled with cul-de-sacs and disappointment. Anything promising had turned out to be a dead link or the video would take too long to buffer.
But that was about to change. Spectacularly, in his view.
Around six months prior, Nick was introduced to a new forum, WeakLeaks, where content from popular social media influencers would be uploaded. What he thought would be a boring repository where people reposted popular Instagram posts, with no nudity, couldn't have been further from the truth.
In short, WeakLeaks was a goldmine of premium adult content featuring world-famous influencers and the most popular models on OnlyFans. It boasted access to softcore nudity, hardcore sex and everything in between. Even celebrities wanted to board the gravy train, some even dared to post nudes behind the apparent safety of the paywall. To obtain the content, the forum's users didn't hack a single account. Instead, the users would subscribe to their favourite models and simply share the content together on WeakLeaks.
Understandably, the adult industry was furious.
But on that night, Nick couldn't care less. After logging in to WeakLeaks, an alert prompted him that new content had been added for six separate models that he'd been tracking. When he clicked through to view the names, he was stunned to see a name that had eluded him for so long.
Emma Mendez.
Completely ignoring the other prompts, Nick sat up and felt a familiar rush. Over the previous six months, he'd managed to see all of his favourite models completely disrobed. Except, of course, for Emma. Each time he'd managed to finally track down nudes from his favourite models, the feeling of triumph and excitement was incredible. Addictive.
The servers hosting the WeakLeaks website were notoriously slow, so the few extra seconds it took to load the image thumbnail felt like an eternity. It was a single image. Nick hadn't noticed that he was holding his breath in anticipation, but let out a soft gasp once the image preview confirmed it was real.
A notorious tease, Emma wasn't like the rest of Nick's favourites. She didn't have four million Instagram followers, nor was she a household name that was often written about in the tabloids. Like Nick, she was Scottish, although exactly where was unknown to him. She had barely over 100k Instagram followers and had made some appearances on late-night cable channels in the UK where she never went fully nude.
Emma had built a successful niche on OnlyFans as an adult performer who had incredibly tight control over her content. She'd hired a company to register an immediate DMCA copyright claim whenever anyone tried to share her content. Other fans of hers who Nick had met online had spoken of Emma applying permanent bans to any users attempting to screenshot her content on OnlyFans, with no refunds.
Hurriedly clicking on the thumbnail to enlarge it, Nick was blown away. Standing with her back against a brick wall, long black PVC gloves stretched far past her elbows with dyed blonde hair tied up into a delightful ponytail and black leather boots with the tops resting mere inches from her hips that only offered a sliver of upper thigh to feast upon. Meanwhile, a small metallic zip dangled just an inch or two away from her groin. Emma's right arm reached teasingly behind her head, her back arched, thrusting her mesmerising enhanced breasts into full view. The detail that enthralled Nick was the way that Emma was biting down on her swollen bottom lip as her gloved left hand groped her breast with authority.
Meanwhile, the foot of the image contained the unmistakable OnlyFans watermark which struggled to extinguish the heat from the picture.
With a few seconds pause to drink in every little detail, Nick hurriedly saved the picture and added it to a dedicated folder. His heart racing, he felt that rush of triumph starting to course through his veins.
After months of contemplation, Nick could never pinpoint exactly why Emma always drove him crazy. She wasn't high-class or polished. If anything, she was common. She spoke with a strong Scottish accent, just as he did, but her voice had a faint huskiness which gave her an air of raw sex appeal. Unlike the girls he'd met locally in the pubs and clubs of Glasgow, she'd indulged in obvious cosmetic surgery procedures. Her breasts were incredibly prominent, seemingly firm and bolted on tight, which he absolutely adored. Her lips were also plumped up, but in a more subtle manner giving her a signature bee-stung pout.
But her face was strikingly beautiful. She was easily the match of any successful international influencer on Instagram, but Emma's body was simply custom-built for sin.
After months of fandom, he'd figured that it was perhaps the prospect that Emma was a normal girl from a working-class area in, or around, Glasgow. One who'd conceivably go to the same nightclubs as he did. The illusion, or delusion, that any guy in Glasgow could bump into her one night and get lucky. That she was, in some way, obtainable.