I’ve been writing smut fiction on my cell phone only using predictive text. Here’s my first story.
This chick shows up at my door one day. I’d never net her before, but I could tell in an instant she was a dirty whose that wanted my massive coal. She was carrying a bag of groceries. “Are you hungry,” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “Hungry for puppy.” She grabbed my dial and thought I would bum. She wanted it in the app though, and I was more than happy to oblige. At some point her conscience kicked in and she said screamed out “Wait, you don’t have ages do you? Or herpes? Or arabs?” I actually did have arabs a week earler, but I took a bath in some oatmeal and they seemed to go away. But I distracted her by stroking her aliv till she began to moan like a whose.
” A text message from Blieden