Woohoooo, another story!
This time I have a genuine reason for the sabbatical lol. I was commissioned for another story about a month and a half ago, and spent two whole weeks finishing it, and the dude didn’t pay. Still hasn’t. It severely disheartened me and I’ve only just gotten back into the groove of things, but now I’ve finished this and I’m in love with it!!
So, enjoy the story, you horny fucks. More to come soon ;)
(All characters are over 18)
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*”Okay, okay… fuck, marry, kill. Tyler from the Starbucks on Fifth Street… Chris Pine… or my dad?”*
*“Ew, Tess, don’t be gross!” The young brunette scrunched her nose up playfully, falling backwards to sprawl out on the couch. “Your dad is, like, fifty years old.”*
*“He’s forty-four, chill. Say you’d kill him, then.”*
*“Well, cuz, like… I wouldn’t. Not… not necessarily.”*
*“What?” Zoey giggled as she swallowed the sip she’d taken from her red plastic cup. “Dude, that’s my* dad.”