I’d never have thought the first story to ever be officially released under my name to be smut, but here we are. My girlfriend always said she really liked my writing style when I handed her the latest draft or short story I’d come up with. She is a long-time smut-fangirl and seemed to enjoy the way I dirty-talked as well. One time, she told me she was convinced that, if I were to write a kinky story, it would be appealing to a great amount of people. So let’s find out if she was right, I guess.
It all began with us snuggled up on the couch at my place, watching TV. Jimmy McGill was furiously storming out of the courthouse as Erin’s phone buzzed on the table. Unenthusiastically, she grabbed for it and unlocked. After quickly running her eyes over the message, I heard an annoyed groan. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, I asked while driving my hand through her hair. “It’s Lilly. She’s bored and wants to go clubbing. I’ve brushed her off one too many times I think. Looks like I really have to go this weekend. I so don’t have time for this right now. Exams are closing in and I’d much rather spend the weekend just studying and cuddling.” I looked into her huge chestnut eyes and my mind drifted off for a second, only getting hold of my previous train of thought after some time again: “Doesn’t she have a boyfriend too nowadays? Why can’t she go clubbing with him?” Erin’s lip curled to the side in frustration: “Yeah, she does, But he’s not in town for the next weeks. Hence why…”,