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I replied, rubbing my stomach. "Noodles, should I make some noodles for us?" She asked fiddling her fingers. "Sure thing." I replied. I watched her go into the direction I think was probably the kitchen. I picked up my phone and logged into my F******k account. I have missed itchy fingers. I sent her message immediately. Me: I have missed you so much. I went offline after the text, hoping she replies me. I hope she doesn't get to read my new story too, everything I did with Olivia was in it, Olivia depicts the female lead in the story. The last chapter was all about our intimate moments.

Jenny took out her phone and started to write a short message and then she sent that text to a contact that she had saved in her phone as anonymous. (Now something is going to be fishy, you're thinking why would someone save an anonymous contact in his/her phone, and not just this even sending messages to a person you don't even know. But I know why? It's simple that she doesn't want to tell anybody and also she doesn't want anybody to find whom she's texting the messages. But don't worry, the Narrator will explain each and everything when the right time will arrive).

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Aiden immediately shuddered. I wanted to ask, do you know anything about a well-known fictional story about me?" "Fiction? You mean novels?" "Yeah, something like that!" "Look in the web novel Writers and look for a story called I know you want me." "Ok, thank you." After replying, Leo immediately closed the conversation and ignored the woman who kept texting him. "Writters, she said? So, this is the application that must be downloaded?" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said.

Grace queried. "I just got a new story idea and the amazing thing is that I can now publish it on an online platform. I applied for a contract, so I just have to write several thousands of words to ensure I get accepted," Penny said in a rush. "That's great, I know how much you've been complaining about writing on papers. So what's the story about?" Grace smiled, sitting on the couch while Penny stood in front of her. "The story is based on you and Enrique. Your situation with your boss/fake billionaire boyfriend is a catchy storyline and I'm going to enjoy writing it," Penny said, smiling.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

Andrew's. I went up to my room that night and sat on the edge of my bed for a long time before I picked up my phone, turning it over in my hands, rehearsing and discarding a dozen different versions of what I actually wanted to say. Something honest. Something that didn't ask for more than I actually meant to ask for yet. I typed it out slowly, deliberately, my thumb hovering over the screen for longer than the message itself should have taken to write. "Can we talk?"

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.