No, I really want to steal the car!
From Create Your Own Story
Now look, you self-absorbed little hooligan. I made that woman and I've been waiting to throw a fuck into her for months. If you take off in her car then she is not going to fuck you, and unless you decide to start following her around on her dates, you won't be seeing anyone else fuck her, either.
Actually, Mr Author Baby, you didn't make her. Someone else made her. That's the way it works here. It's a collaborative effort. That didn't escape your notice, I trust?
Whatever. At the moment I'm the author. Don't bore me with technicalities. A boring main character who does not even have a name won't last long in today's dog-eat-dog CYOA narrative world. That's not a threat, it's just a fact. Note my mental shruggery, please.
Maybe I don't like redheads. Did you ever think of that?
Don't like redheads? Oh, ha. Ho ho. Hee. Very droll. You not liking redheads is like the moon not liking the earth's gravity. Not that your momentary preferences matter, anyway. This is not about what color hair gets you off, you little pile of ink dross. You are about getting off, fundamentally. The hair is a diversion. The tits are a diversion. Whether her vulva opens up, down, left or right, whether her clit is so big it gives the top of your cock road rash, whether she squirts like a typhoon or only streams, civilized as a bottle of milk, has no importance whatsoever.
This is what is important: if you get in that car and drive away, there will be.. consequences. Consequences which you will not like. Don't make me go all Chuck on you. This is your last warning.
- Step into the corn to whack off.
- Choke the chicken right there on the hood.
- Leave your cock be and check the car out.
- I'm taking the car and you can SUCK IT.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
