Profile Pictures Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Aiden just watched me with that amused, slightly challenging expression that drove me crazy. I couldn't stand it. I walked over and climbed straight into his lap, my arms circling his neck. "Don't you dare accuse me of that! I posted your profile because it looks absolutely stunning." I grabbed my phone and pulled up I*******m. "Look! Everyone can tell it's you!" My posts were rare - the last one had been on Valentine's Day with some fake couple-goals content. Yet this post had already racked up over a hundred likes in less than an hour, with comments flooding in:

She was more excited about this than I was. She made me glance through her profile which indeed looked exciting. Her pictures and critics of trendy looks filled the entire grid aesthetically. My eyes raved through the app and I caught sight of a name in the People who you may know section. Emily Anderson. I could recognise her anywhere. The gorgeous blondie who had glared at with killer eyes at the store with Kai. Her profile picture was wholesomely beautiful and her huge hazel eyes pierced my soul. It was probably one of her studio photos.

"I can make you forget the real world. I can show you the stars if you let me." There was nothing inherently scandalous about it. In fact, I was told it wouldn't even raise an eyebrow, let alone attract a client. But then again, the world is a strange place, and while those two mundane lines were skipped over by countless clients, there were a few who paid for my contact details. I couldn't decipher what they saw or what thoughts crossed their minds. Perhaps they glanced at my profile picture, mostly a shot of my nude back facing the camera, and assumed, well, maybe she doesn't have a beautiful face, but at least they have this ass they can indulge in.

It took her a moment to find him since he didn’t use his real name or have his face in his picture—just his chest. He didn’t have many pictures of himself. Most of his profile was memes or pictures of his mates. In the only picture with his face, he was looking down and lifting his shirt to show off his abs. Alice almost wrote him off as an arrogant prick before remembering she’s done the exact same thing with the bikini pictures. It would be hypocritical to judge him. As she hovered over the picture, she discovered he’d gotten more likes than her. ‘Someone’s Mr Popular online,’ she thought, narrowing her eyes in jealousy.

Mirage checked her online profile and saw that her last photo with Vice and Victor was trending. As Aaron had suggested, she had been filling her online profiles with photos of her time in the studio, and selfies with Vice and Victor, sample clips of her music, and musical bloopers to entice her fans. And it was working. Combined with the professional photographs of their nights out clubbing, there was a huge hype building around her album, and the edgier sound and topic.

“Sure, I listened to your thirty minutes long lecture about this app.” She rolled her eyes and took a bite from her apple, winking at me and her face filled with so much amusement. I took a bite from my own apple and smiled all her., my whole body getting the jittery feeling. I went to a preview of my profile picture and saw the set up. It was fake but it was solid. I used my real pictures but they were taken in such a way that I looked older and more mature. I scrolled through my friends list and most of them were women who were slightly older than i am or men who were also slightly older than I was.

So why would both of them be following this specific Jake_fitness profile? My curiosity is thoroughly piqued now, I decide to lurk through Jake’s profile page more carefully to see what kind of content he posts and what might have attracted both of their attention. I’m expecting to find some impressive transformation photos or innovative workout routines that would explain the appeal. But when I scroll through his feed, I’m disappointed to find that there’s not much content there at all. Just a few generic fitness posts with motivational captions, some inspirational quotes about perseverance and self-improvement, and a handful of pictures that could be from anyone’s basic workout routine. No

Of course, she's going to see right through my bs - she knows me all too well. “Well, of course, I actually wanted a picture. What sane straight woman wouldn't?” I let out a laugh and she giggles with me. “I believe that's the truth. So...?” I glance over at her from my phone. “Are you saying you want to see?” She nibbles her lower lip. “Well, maybe. Is it a good picture?” “I think so. What makes it a good picture to you? There’s no dangly bits, if that’s what you’re after.” He’d taken a very tasteful photo that showed off his sexy physique without being too graphic or lewd.

“But you’re such a stunning woman.” Tally gave a wry smile. “Come on, Gerri. I know I’m not hideous, but my hair’s a curly mess, I’ve got more curves than a racetrack, and apparently my attitude needs ‘sweetening,’ according to my last two dates.” She clenched her jaw, irritation flaring. “They also said I shouldn’t have such high standards because ‘looks aren’t everything.’ This is from a guy who used a fake profile photo.” “Oh?” Gerri’s voice held a note of intrigue.

had a price tag. I filled out the profile with shaking hands. Real name (they required legal verification). Age. Height: 5’6”. Measurements: 34DD-26-38. Natural breasts, smooth olive skin, long dark wavy hair, hazel eyes. I answered the intimate questions honestly: Never penetrated. Never had oral. Extremely sensitive nipples and clit. Tendency to get very wet when aroused. Then came the worst part—the required photos. The site’s instructions were clinical and humiliating: full nude, front, side, back. Legs spread for a clear view of my untouched pussy. I’d locked myself in the bathroom, stripped under the harsh fluorescent light, and used my phone’s timer. Each click of the shutter made me