“their cocks nestled together”
“nuzzled his cock”
“his cock bobbed up and down”
why the fuck do people always describe penises like cute little animals I’m trying to read porn but I just keep imagining puppies
This is honestly the best thing I have ever seen.
HOLY SHIT I JUST LAUGHED SO HARD MY TAMOPN CAME OUT
THIS PUP IS TRANSPARENT
Every writer is an artist. One by one, the words become colors on the page, and the canvas glows with the vibrancy of a story. Hands are paintbrushes, feelings are the colors, and the page is the canvas. With each story written, an author leaves a bit of themselves in their work. Characters are extended forms of themselves, or other people in their life. “Fictional” situations are elaborated, fantasized versions of a nonfiction circumstance. Reality chooses the colors with which we write. Sometimes, the colors run too ark, and in a few mere lines, life is painted away. It drips and runs down the pages until there is nothing left.
Now I want you to imagine this page as a canvas, with dark, ominous paint, thick like ink, dripping over everything, defacing and staining the life in the words.
It’s 11:30 pm and I need raw cookie dough like I need air in my lungs.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna drive to Wal-Mart at midnight in my pajamas and buy a roll of cookie dough because I’m an adult with my own money who gets to make his own decisions.
I am so, so proud of you.
When kids ask me what its like to be an adult, I will show them this post. Thank you.