Fictosexual Meaning Novels & Stories

I took a sip of my drink, the bitter taste hitting my throat. I could never get used to drinking, the taste and everything about it, it has always been different but it was my birthday, and I wasn't going to let anyone put a stop to it. "If you of all people could play me then I don't see why they should also play me." I gritted. It was the result of the alcohol hitting my system, I liked it that way. "You know why I had broken up with you?" Orion started. "It is because you are easy to own and easy to discard, just like a dollar condom."

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

Sex. Could you be any more of an idiot, Tyrith? Of all the things, you had to say sex. And in front of Lucian. He was going to think I liked him. God, I wanted to die. How could such a word leave my mouth? Sure, it had been a while since I indulged in such acts. I spent my heat cycle locked in my apartment. My life was fine without sex. At least, I thought so, but to say such a thing. Such abomination.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

How could I be so stupid to be controlled by him? It seemed that when people got anxious and panicked, they would indeed lose their mind and rationality. With a solemn expression, I put on my best acting skills and pretended to be confident and indifferent as I ridiculed Lester. "Would you dare do that? Do you think my family would believe you just because you said so? Who even are you? "Do you have family ties with my family, or are you someone powerful? You're neither, so why should my family believe your one-sided story?"

And whenever she'd ask Felix about them, she'd always get the same answer. "Who was that?" "Just fuckmeat." Worst of all, every time the word 'fuckmeat' crossed her mind, she had to stifle a moan. There was something so erotically dehumanizing about it. They weren't people to Felix, they were just... meat. Just meat, for him to fuck. They weren't people. They were barely women. They were just bodies, for him to use, to satisfy himself. For him to stick his dick into.

“He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.” “I know what you’re thinking but you’re thinking wrong. I don’t care if he’s gorgeous or not.” “You’re so weird!” Joanna exclaimed. “Why wouldn’t you care if he’s hot or not?” “You must really think cause I’m gay I would automatically be a sucker for hot guys,” Felix shook his head. “I’m far from that.” “What?” “Don’t get me wrong,” Felix replied with a mischievous look on his face. “I like hot guys. I don’t just like over-emphasized hot guys.”