Dirty Fanfiction Jacob Sartorius Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

Sophia's POV Sometimes I wonder to myself if the things Jacob said and the things that we did at the club was real or not.Or if it was only the alcohol that made all that stuff happened.Did he really meant what he said to me? Or was it just lust? What if it was just a silly ole dare that his friend told him to do? Ugh! I need to stop thinking negative and start thinking positive.He said that he's been raised in a house filled with females ,so I'm pretty sure that last night wasn't a joke and he meant what he said.I mean I'm not that into him but I do think that he can actually be a good guy after all.But if not then I owe Jennifer a huge apology for not listening to her.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

She gave a satisfied chuckle, saying nothing as she awaited my answer. “I wouldn’t really say I planned it,” I started, moving over to my wardrobe in search of my nightie. “I’ve been having dreams recently about a man coming to my bed every night and having sex with me. From the start, his face his usually blurry. But by the time I get to the point of orgasm, the blurriness gives way to reveal Father Gabriel’s face. This has gone on for about a week now and I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. So I went to church on Sunday for a confession and it ended with him fucking me in the confession box.” “Hannah!” Lisa’s eyes widened with delighted surprise.

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

I am shocked and speechless for a moment but I bark at her, “SADIE!!!” I pull myself away and get out of the bed. I feel slimy as my cock is wet with her saliva. I grab a T-shirt lying on the bed to dry it. Fuck, it’s her top. I throw it away, sickened, as if it will make me feel any better. “You are a liar, Jacob! If you weren’t into sex, why would you be so hard?” I look at her in disbelief while buttoning my pants. “That’s how a body works ... That doesn’t mean you can try it without my fucking consent!!!”

said Jus with a small smile. His attempt to make me grin worked. Just thinking about the reference to the Christian Gray and Anastasia Steele trilogy made me suppress a giggle. “But we're not in Shades Of Gray here and besides, Jakob is definitely one of those sick pigs. Why else would he have a different one every day?” I replied seriously again.

My hips rolled shamelessly, chasing his hand. Alex suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving me empty and throbbing. I nearly cried out in frustration. “Nooo…” I whimpered pathetically. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean right there, eyes locked on mine. “Not yet, baby. You make too much noise when you cum. Save it for my cock.” I was panting, flushed, my pussy aching painfully. I crossed my legs, trying to ease the throbbing, but it only made it worse. Jake was still completely oblivious, laughing at some scene on screen.

I’ll wait for your photos before I can confirm authenticity. Best, Senna Chapter Two: Academic Interest EMAIL From: quillan.west@privatemail.com To: s.holt@cityarchives.org Subject: Re: Inquiry: Les Plaisirs Interdits (1782) Date: March 4, 2026, 11:58 PM Senna, I’ve read through the chapters you sent. You weren’t kidding about explicit. The author had quite the imagination. The scene in chapter seven, the one in the garden, is remarkably detailed for the era. Almost modern in its focus on the woman’s pleasure.

CHAPTER TWO THIRD PERSON'S POV Jake's face paled as he stood in the doorway of the basement apartment, his jeans zipped crookedly, a faint red lipstick smear on his collar that wasn't Diana's shade. The lipstick was the least of what he had done... The air hung heavy with the scent of sex—musky sweat and something floral, like Nika's perfume—wafting down from upstairs. Diana's chest heaved, her hazel eyes blazing through the tears pooling at the edges.