《the life of a real nymphomaniac》where did it start?
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i've had many lovers as the years have went on. i don't really know whether this high sex drive was derived from the girl who use to touch me when i was barely old enough to spell my name or my father being as absent as the love i've never felt for myself. i'm only 16 i remind myself. slow down. but i keep looking for that one person who will bring me to life. who will make love to not only my naked body but my naked soul. so i keep looking but not with the right eyes. i look with the eyes of lust.
you always remember your first. not your second or third... your first. my first. first. his first name was four letters. well in the technical sense it was six. shortened to four. now i'm not going to share names.. at least not yet or maybe i'll change them. i'm kind of just rolling with the flow. but his name and the way it rolled off my tongue when he would assault my neck or other parts of my body, was always my favorite. it was a luscious rasp. he has these chocolate curls all over his head and that bad boy swag. every girls dream. he had juicy lips that dripped with honey when he'd command me to touch him and do only things that should happen between closed doors... rough hands from working in his dads car shop. this boy was raised wrong, his dad had no respect for women and he had no respect for his dad. his mom i don't know much about. we never really talked about her, but then again we never really talked about anything because our mouths were busy with something else.
he didn't love me. i mean i thought he did. but we all think that don't we? it's funny though because he had big blue eyes that i swear just pulled me in every time those long, dark lashes came together. his touch. his rough, large hands touched me everywhere . perverted every inch of my body and at the time this love i thought-no i swore i had was only just lust. lust. love... there's less than a fine line between the two.
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he would play these mind games and i would let him, as if i was a brand new video game that he had just been waiting to get his hands on. but just like almost video games once he played me and finished, he should have left everything alone and never played me again... right? well he didn't. he played me over and over again like a broken record. he learned the all the ways of my body, like his favorite zombie map. how to get me to react. where to kiss for me to come undone as he whispered his dirty sins into my ear. now this story is going to jump every where. but this story is the story my life. every detail of the sexual affairs i've had. no fiction. i am giving you the truth because i've never been able to tell anyone else this.
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Marrow
Marrow was old... older than me or you. Older than the nation he lived in. And older than anyone he knew. Which is not surprising, because he did not know anyone else. He had been sitting, or perhaps leaning is the more apt expression, in a closet for many, many years, and had done nothing but stare. But eating, or rather chewing, a spider opened up another world to him. A world with a voice that was talking to him - to HIM! Marrow did not get what the voice was saying, but that was secondary at this point. And Marrow started to feel restless. Nuff said. If you like a sometimes quirky skeleton as the main character and want to ride along for its coming of age, or perhaps rather coming of sapience story... give it a shot. It is a litrpg context with skills, levels, heroes and monsters... and a skeleton. Not sure yet how fast the skeleton will level... we'll have to wait and see. As a disclaimer... this is my secondary novel... my main story is ongoing and most of my time is dedicated to that. As such, new chapters will, at first, be rather infrequent and irregular. If things go well, I may shift more attention to the story, but we shall see how things go.
8 143Ascension [Progressive Fantasy, GameLit Fantasy]
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8 284The Undead Hokage
Ainz conquered the new world and started his path towards the slow life with his children (npc). But fate had other plans for the poor overlord. Thrown in the Naruto world without Nazarick with nothing to spare but his name.Will he overcome the obstacles and stand as the God Of Shinobi or will he fade away along the sands of time?
8 84The Dreamside Road
Five years after the world fell into chaos, a treasure of artifacts is up for grabs. The relics of the Dreamside Road offer a power that could help rebuild or annihilate what remains. Orson Gregory is an adventurer for hire, but hunts this treasure for answers, not glory. Enoa Cloud’s late aunt helped hide the Dreamside Road, but following in her aunt’s supernatural tradition offers her as much peril as power. Together, Orson and Enoa battle a magic-obsessed militia, clash with a host of rivals, and face constant adventure on their journey to find the Dreamside Road. *Updates Monday and Friday The Dreamside Road is now on TopWebFiction! Vote so people know this exists. _____________________________________ NOTE: The Progression tag applies specifically to Enoa. Also, fair warning, that element doesn't enter the story until she begins her studies. Content: Main characters range in age from teenagers to people in their thirties and older, but it will not contain gratuitous violence or explicit sexual content. It also won’t shy away from implication, anything to make this story and its world feel more real. Characters will freely allude to potentially triggering topics, including living with a disability, facing terminal illness, coping with trauma, surviving societal destabilization, and the consequences of bigotry. At its most intense, the Dreamside Road is a hard PG-13. Worldbuilding: This is not a story with a lot of early exposition scenes, conveniently explaining ‘magic systems’ and political dynamics. Readers will learn, progressively, as the characters do. This story/world has a ‘magic system’, or rather, a set of systems, but the effort to quantify and understand the truth of the setting plays a role in the backstory, as well as in some character motivations. In that same vein, not every character has a firm grasp on the nature of their world, and not every piece of dialog from every character should be taken as entirely truthful Worldbuilding. Also, this isn't the softest Sci-fi. There are at least some basic explanations given for various elements, but Royal Road does not give me a spectrum to choose from. Given the choice between hard and soft, let's just say The Dreamside Road won't be cited in any college Physics papers. Setting and Theme: The Dreamside Road walks the line between fantasy and science fiction and deals with finding one’s place in a changing world. Many of the characters in this story are United States natives and the story begins in the United States, my homeland. However, knowledge or interest in this country is not necessary to understand the story, especially as it progresses. Also, as this is a novel that deals with societal collapse and while that damage may be widespread, in story, I don’t want to overstep and critique the culture of others’ unless I have particular knowledge in a given area. Ultimately, the Dreamside Road is American in the same way Harry Potter is English, fantasies that do not have a full secondary world, but with enough original elements to fully diverge the setting from our the real world.
8 135Princess of Frozen Flowers, Book 1: Mountaineer Rebellion
Princess Snow is a frostblood. Frostblood are said to be blessed by Goddess Regalia with unparalleled magical affinity, strength and wisdom. Snow however has none of these traits. In fact, she is the only member of the royal family who cant use her birth-righted power. Being the daughter of High Queen Deamonia, the fabled “Frost Queen,” has made this weakness unacceptable and Snow was given an ultimatum; contribute in some way or be casted out. In a quest to fulfill her mother's demands, Snow learns of a plot that threatens to unleash the flames of war against their newly ruling family.
8 200A Thousand Reincarnations : Overcome My Destiny
Hi, I'm Revlo, the main character, the title speaks for itself, an isekai story. Somehow I died by getting hit by truck-kun when I was walking home from school and got reincarnated into a world of magic and swords. Elves, fairies, and goblins roam this world that resembles that of the middle ages. Don't tell me I'm gonna be one of those isekai protagonists where I get cheats, build my harem and become op?... Wait, where is my cheat? I don't get a system? or any talent in magic? Well that's okay, I have the knowledge that I got on modern-day Earth, I'll use this to get any advantage that I can.... and I died at the age of 15, seriously? before my legend even began, I died just like that? Wait! I got reincarnated again! This time I'm in a cyberpunk world... I still don't have cheats and my knowledge is useless in a cyberpunk world... frick... well I got a second chance, I won't waste it, I don't know how I died in my previous life but I'm gonna make the most out of this....15 years later... I died again... The third time, I'm in a cultivation world, I died at 15 years old again... The fourth time, I'm in a futuristic world, I died at 15 years old again... The 5th, 6th, 7th, 18th, 23rd, 55th, 68th, 132nd, 300th, 419th, 600th, 665th, 999th life. I kept dying and reincarnating and no matter what I do to prevent it, I kept dying the moment I turn 15 years old! Until I reached my 1000th life..... the moment I was born... within in the depths of my soul.. something felt different. [2000+ Words Per Chapter] ===Update Schedule=== > > support me on patreon ---> patreon.com/drdedot
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