Faking Straight Novels & Stories

"Your snatch's squeezing me so good, Brooke. Tits jumping as I plow your wet pussy." I closed my eyes, faking shudders . "Yes, pound my cunt. Your cock's hitting so deep." My fingers could do a better job, pussy clenched uselessly around him. No orgasm in sight. He panted, widening my legs, fucking me back on his little dick. "Gonna fill your soaked pussy. Fuck! Here it comes." I faked my climax right on cue. "Your fat cock is making me cum. I'm...I'm cumming on your dick." I made sure my body convulsed, walls clenching around his shrinking tool.

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

Tried to pull myself back together. One. Two. Three. Four. You can do this. You have to do this. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. For the boys. Everything is for the boys. Nine. Ten. I straightened. Looked at my reflection again. My face was still flushed. My eyes still too bright. But I could fake it. I was good at faking it. I'd been faking it for six years. I could fake it for one more shoot. I splashed cold water on my face. Fixed my hair. Adjusted the robe.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

Noah finally said, half-smiling, “You’re really bad at keeping things simple.” Ethan leaned back. “You’re really bad at following orders.” “Maybe that’s why this fake engagement will work,” Noah said softly. Ethan studied him for a long moment, then nodded. “Maybe it will.” The city below gleamed in the dying light, cameras still flashing somewhere far away. Inside, everything felt strangely calm two men sitting at a kitchen island, pretending to be in love while the world watched.

She took a deep breath before stepping inside. From the foyer, she heard laughter. The clinking of glasses. It sounded like a celebration. As she moved closer, she saw them, Ashley and Julia. “We need music,” Ashley said, lifting her glass. Julia nodded in agreement. Fatima watched them quietly. Watched Ashley, who claimed to be pregnant, sip wine without hesitation. At this point, she didn’t need proof. Just like Leslie, Ashley had faked it. Why did she keep running into people like this?

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

“Jessica, do you even hear how ridiculous this sounds?” She ignored him, flipping open her folder and pacing the room like a professor giving a lecture. “You see, when people fake a relationship,there’s always this tension before the first kiss. They freeze up.They second-guess. ‘Where do I put my hands? Which side should I tilt my head? Do I close my eyes?’” She mimed the motions as she spoke, gesturing loosely, her voice annoyingly calm.Lena sank back in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms.She just wanted desperately to crawl into a hole and die.