Goofy Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

I sing. My mom has improved my mood a little, dad is doing well, I feel that everything is settling down as time goes by. It's a new beginning for me. I create the account on the website and add a profile picture, I don't put one of me, I just put a heart. My username is @jadenotienefinalfeliz. What? It's the truth.

“Like I said, she has a personality. She seems nice. Funny.” I laughed. “You can tell that from her profile picture can you? Pulling the funky chicken is she?” “Just fucking look, will you?” He pushed his glasses back on his nose, and smoothed down his beard, eyes twinkling. Boho. Another one. Could I handle another trendy little free-spirit in the house? Probably. The thought didn’t altogether turn me off.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Some days ago, F******k had recommended his profile to me if I wanted to add him as my friend but I was so tired to go through his profile. So yes, I am in the mood now. I clicked on his profile. His username was Demetrius Valecian and it had the blue mark close to it. Meaning it was verified. Duh. His profile picture was of him standing close to the large transparent glass which gave his luxurious office an exquisite look. He had a cup of coffee in his right hand while the left hand was in his pocket. I clicked on it and checked the day it was posted. Wow, Some months ago.

There’s something deeper tugging at me. I sit cross legged on the bed and grab my laptop. The screen glows in the dim room, and before I even think twice, I type out the name I’ve committed to memory, Victor Collins. My fingers tremble slightly as I press enter. The results pop up quickly; F******k profiles, I*******m grids, LinkedIn headshots, old T*****r accounts that haven’t posted in years. I scroll slowly through them, analyzing every face. A man in his late forties stands on a golf course, a smile plastered on his face, looking like someone who’s lived a life of ease. Another photo shows someone at a rooftop bar in Manhattan, the city lights behind him blurry, his posture relaxed.

A second later, her eyes grew wide in shock. “Ahemm..I see. Nice!..” “You should change your profile picture, it was too formal.” She was taken aback. “Umm.. okay?” Her eyes darted sideways. “Yeah, you should replace it with a more candid photo.” He said as they walked back to their line. She nodded. “Got it.” He had a point. The photo she used was the only photo inside her wallet. It was a copy of an ID picture. It really was too formal for a social media account profile picture.

I created a quick profile, put up a blurry photo that showed my body but not my face, and wrote a simple bio: “21, horny, need to be used tonight. No names. No drama. Just rough sex.” I hit post and waited, heart beating fast.

He clicked on it. "Log in... Sign up... Username," he gave a small laugh. "How about Big Daddy?" He glanced at Jojo. "No? Ok, A with the big dick?" Jojo shook his head and Alex took that as a no. "You're right most girls wouldn't want to date guys with that... Ok, I will just go with my name Aaaleexx... Oliver." He stretched his name as he typed it slowly, he filled out other things and as a profile pic, he uploaded the one he had taken in his uncle's yatch, it was a picture he was really proud of and the yatch should attract girls. "Ok, that's done. Now, we wait." He kept his phone at his side, laying back with a satisfied smile. Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone.

I giggled. Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile. The profile picture is of him in a fitted white button up and his hair is styled nice. On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless. And my goddess, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one. He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles. I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it. “Holy shit he’s hot,” she groaned.

“You should reply, Cathy.” A few days ago, someone by the name of Calum Dissick created an account on BC, that itself is unusual because what are the odds? The same name? His profile picture is a landscape picture but his username is a mix of his first and last name. Nothing to worry or think about. It can’t be him.