Four's Number One

Chapter 10

I'm sure the plot is supposed to be moving forward but I've been having so much hot, passionate, mind-blowing sex with my two hungry hungry guys that I completely forgot what the story I'm supposed to be telling is. I mean maybe I should fill in the gaps since I have been gone for a month. Two times the squared root of two squared has been membering me down all the time and when he's busy (i.e. doing his job or whatever), I've gotten Peter to be suckin' on my toes while he fucks my ass-pussy. Apparently while I'm being fucking almost 24/7 a revolution has been taking place... ugh, yawn, #boring. Oh and like I think everyone wants to kill me because I'm divergent, teehee. Like it's not my fault they all wanna be me but they're not special or smart enough. Anyways my old faction, "Abhorrent," has been harboring the rest of the divergent people and protecting them. From what though? The incredible dick in my new faction: "Delusional?" Good, cause it's all for me. Four is right: I am such a whore-slut.
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The days melt into night as I melt into both my lovers' arms... And also onto both of their gigachad penile attachments. I feel unfulfilled. Like, I feel so full of their huge throbbing cocks, but I still feel emotionally empty inside. #voidofpurpose. I want to be happy and having sex all the time isn't doing it for me anymore. I think I want something more from life. Could I be...developing as a character? Hell no! My next goal in life is getting dicked down by the entire army in the "Delusional" faction, EXCEPT THE GIRLS, EW I ONLY LIKE MEN...I think.
    Jenna Tools has been looking pretty good these days. I really have this urge to drink the milk from her bursting breasts and suck out the blood from when she rides the harshest crimson waves. God what is wrong with me. This isn't who I am. Who am I? I thought I was just a stupid microscopic indestructible fucktoy of a Wattpad character but maybe I'm something more. Maybe I'm a bisexual?
    I can't think about this right now because it's taking too much space in my dumb dumb brain brain. I think Four can fuck the sense back into me, or maybe Peter. But I've gotten so used to them individually, why do I really want them to spit roast me? Why am I asking so many questions? I have had enough with uncertainties, I am going to Four and dragging Peter with me so I can Eiffel their towers. I can't wait for them to break me with their glowsticks, that should help this existential crisis I'm going through. Ew, I used a big word like existential. This is a sign that I need my holes gaped. Buckle up boys, I'm going to Paris.