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Aiden just watched me with that amused, slightly challenging expression that drove me crazy. I couldn't stand it. I walked over and climbed straight into his lap, my arms circling his neck. "Don't you dare accuse me of that! I posted your profile because it looks absolutely stunning." I grabbed my phone and pulled up I*******m. "Look! Everyone can tell it's you!" My posts were rare - the last one had been on Valentine's Day with some fake couple-goals content. Yet this post had already racked up over a hundred likes in less than an hour, with comments flooding in:

Thea would be the first one to enter this zone. When she checked Kevin’s profile, she noticed the caption under his name and frowned. Kevin Baker is unreachable for a reason....! Thea laughed. Is he a narcissist? Or was he trying to say that he had some untouchable disease? She smiled, going through the weird pictures posted on their account. Mark had a simple DP of his side but surprisingly had more than thirty thousand followers. He indeed looks like a scholar...! Thea thought. She opened Aaron's account and saw a picture of a boy standing with his hands open near the seashore during the sunrise as if welcoming everything.

I promised myself that I won't send her friend request as it will make me look like a desperate guy who just wants to get inside her, which I don't want to look like. I searched her name on F******k, and I saw twenty three results. I sighed and looked at each profile to find hers. and after a few minutes I finally found hers, it seemed like she just made one now. because her profile was new and the date and details were visible. I haven't hit the request button yet, and I won't until I have a proper talk with her. gazing at her profile photo i smiled, how can someone look so good all the time ? I guess it's one of her school pics that she kept as a profile picture. it was not clear but her t

It took her a moment to find him since he didn’t use his real name or have his face in his picture—just his chest. He didn’t have many pictures of himself. Most of his profile was memes or pictures of his mates. In the only picture with his face, he was looking down and lifting his shirt to show off his abs. Alice almost wrote him off as an arrogant prick before remembering she’s done the exact same thing with the bikini pictures. It would be hypocritical to judge him. As she hovered over the picture, she discovered he’d gotten more likes than her. ‘Someone’s Mr Popular online,’ she thought, narrowing her eyes in jealousy.

Disappointingly, most of it was set to private, but I could see his profile picture. It was of him sitting on a wall with a beer in his hand. A wide smile plastered over his face, his hair messily dangling around his features. His t-shirt hung round his slim frame, causing his perfect body to show through. He really was stunning. He may not be attractive to some girls as he was not very muscley, and his clothes weren’t particularly fashionable. But to me, he was perfect. I started to imagine being able to run my hand through his messy hair, how it would feel to have his hand on the small of my back as he leant in to my face. I imagined a soft and tender kiss. The kind only lovers share.

I didn't know when I clicked on his profile and was taken to his page. He had twenty thousand followers and followed just a few. I found myself scrolling through the pictures he posted. He didn't have many posts—just ten—and only four were of his face. The rest were just pictures of the sky and nature scenes. I clicked on his recent post, and so help me God, I felt the tingling in between my legs as I stared at the picture. He was in a casual outfit—a top that tightened around his arm, showing his muscle. The image of me gripping his arm flashed before me. How can someone be this handsome? How does he keep in shape and look so young? I zoomed into the picture, over the muscular arm. However,

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

I opened his message. :Why is your profile picture like that? Does profile picture mean your face? Are you one of those mellinials who love aesthetics? :Well, I have the option whether I am going to use my face as a profile picture or some other photos that I took personally. You cannot trust social media nowadays. Users of technology tend to go beyond the rule just for fun or to make money. :You're right. But, what if I prefer to use my real face instead? Would you like that?”

had a price tag. I filled out the profile with shaking hands. Real name (they required legal verification). Age. Height: 5’6”. Measurements: 34DD-26-38. Natural breasts, smooth olive skin, long dark wavy hair, hazel eyes. I answered the intimate questions honestly: Never penetrated. Never had oral. Extremely sensitive nipples and clit. Tendency to get very wet when aroused. Then came the worst part—the required photos. The site’s instructions were clinical and humiliating: full nude, front, side, back. Legs spread for a clear view of my untouched pussy. I’d locked myself in the bathroom, stripped under the harsh fluorescent light, and used my phone’s timer. Each click of the shutter made me

His profile picture was a goofy family shot: Meet the Whitlows, him with Nia and two kids. Bingo. I clicked into his gallery and started scrolling. There, Aria, holding a baby girl. Another, Aria piggybacked on Nia, the caption reading: Look at this skinny bitch. She’d been slimmer then, but still stunning. I kept going. Rome. Egypt. Paris. South Africa. New Guinea. The Caribbean. And then...Aria in a bikini. My heart didn’t just skip it dropped into my stomach. I took a screenshot without thinking, saving it instantly.