I have a good job, my own apartment, and a steady boyfriend, and I believe I am safe so long as I never meet him or let him learn who I really am.
When I find my boyfriend cheating, the orderly life I made for myself falters, and I find myself on a dark-web site where masked men flirt with women describing their most forbidden fantasies.
I insist those are desires I would never want in real life.
My masked man is real, he already knows who I am, and he has been following me longer than I knew.
He wants those forbidden fantasies to happen in the real world as well.
