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The apartment feels cold. Lyssa’s blanket still lies folded on the couch. Her favorite mug still sits in the sink. I stare at everything silently before opening my laptop. Then I search for something I normally would’ve judged other people for using. Anonymous gossip media brands. The kind that ruin reputations online. The kind celebrities secretly pay when they want dirt spread without their names attached. I find one almost immediately. MessyRoom. Their entire reputation is built on scandals. Fake leaks. Damaging stories. Character destruction. Exactly what I need.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

But coming from me, it just sounded stupid. She didn’t seem to notice though. “Fabulous. The ritz. Reservation under Aquarius Smith. It’s my travel name. See you then, love. Ta-ta!” She hung up with a curt click. Aquarius Smith? That was quite the travel name. I’d heard of famous people using fake names when they were out in public for reservations and things. It was a way to deter the paparazzi from finding out where they were. I put my phone down and just sat there for a moment. Then it hit me like a semi-truck.

“Fine. Thank you, mister.” “Now get back to class,” I say. Kian pauses. “What’s your name?” The answer is on my tongue. “Mister…” “Mister R,” Mackenzie cuts in smoothly. Hania wrinkles her nose. “That’s a weird name.” They laugh and run off. I watch them disappear into the building. Mackenzie steps closer. “You know you can’t give them your real name since the names of investors aren’t out to the general public yet.” “I know,” I say.

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Madam Guller got her hands on the phone but was stumped when it came to picking a username. "What should I call myself?" she asked Rana. Meanwhile, Rana was busy trading jabs with Owen in the stream's chat, not missing a beat. [My name's Little Witch Ran, and guess what? My grandma's on here too, rocking her own account called Ordinary Life.] Madam Guller paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she typed in the ID: Top One.

Anyone can be in the group chat but can request solo chat rooms. I clicked accept and it worked! I don't know what I was more proud of, my UX testing or the fact that someone wanted to privately chat with me. LimberJack: hey LonelyGirl: hey! thanks again. LimberJack: wanna see if we can bang 1 out on an app? LonelyGirl: ... LimberJack: if you want dick pics I'm sure Horny4u is available to exchange names and numbers. LonelyGirl: ha! bc his thimble sized cock would be a turn on to see.

"Yeah, right? But you're gonna have to open fresh accounts for everything under a pseudonym. Because you're anonymous, remember?” I made a small dance while Ralph watched with disdain. Why on earth was he on Asher’s tail anyway? He could have just stuck with his parents. I totally forgot about the room I was trying to fix, and for the next hour, I got down to business with Asher. We set up the accounts and put up the ads, then dropped our business email for contact. Our hashtag and username was BusyNerd. I loved it! Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game.

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “Sorry…what’s uh, what’s your name?” “Ah,” They winked at me, leaning over the counter so they could tap my forehead. “Smar' girl, I like 'ha' in a woman. Ov course, I like 'ha' too in a John, if you get my drift. Wha'ever I prefer, no one will knah. Kind ov like a small inside joke. Da name’s lake, like 'he place where I live. See, even my name’s confused.” Lake had an odd way of talking that I couldn’t help it, I found myself snorting. The type of thing I was embarrassed about back in the academe. However, instead of covering my mouth, I let it out freely.