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I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Now I was sore and pissed. I slumped onto the couch and finally pulled out my phone. Notifications blinked across the screen—some texts, a couple spam emails, and one lonely OnlyFans alert. Anonymous69 just posted. Again. Jesus. He was milking that shoot like it was his personal cash cow. I clicked into the app out of spite. The post had nearly triple the engagement from the last one. Comments, tips, reposts, thirsty messages piling in like a goddamn floodgate had burst open.

Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.

I had a mischievous grin as I asked, "What kind do you like?" "Girls together and couples, but not the crazy, fake moaning ones. There's this website I'm on all the time that has a subreddit for something called passion porn. A bunch of it is amateur stuff, but the people love each other or have a really strong connection that you can see. It totally gets me off. What about you?"

Chaos is out of the gene. I smirk and entered inside my room…. All those dramas…. I hiss they always come back…. I don’t want them to ever…. I took my phone and click on my I*******m page…. Then I posted the picture I wore just my bra…. Then I wrote….What if I open an only fan page? and all my fans started commenting…. I started reading…. The holy ones were asking me not too why some naughty ones were asking me too. I then search for professor winsley but he was nowhere to be found…. Every name I search for…. He wasn’t there….

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.