Soooo my sweetie is finally here which should make it no surprise that I haven't updated my comic yet. It's half inked on my desk! Right there. I can see it.
Hey, but guess what?
I, uh, I entered a naughty story contest. And I'm one of the five finalists. The prize is this fuckin' BASKET from Babeland full of, like, $1,200 worth of toys. (Specifically, this basket. I don't even know what half that stuff actually is. But I want them. Oh yes, I do.)
God, I feel like a Hopezilla asking this, but if you have a moment would you mind reading my story and if you like it better than the other entries could you maybe possibly just a little bit vote for it using the poll that's at the top right and looks like this:
Voting is only open until Saturday, the 27th
I really want that strap-on.
Hey, but guess what?
I, uh, I entered a naughty story contest. And I'm one of the five finalists. The prize is this fuckin' BASKET from Babeland full of, like, $1,200 worth of toys. (Specifically, this basket. I don't even know what half that stuff actually is. But I want them. Oh yes, I do.)
God, I feel like a Hopezilla asking this, but if you have a moment would you mind reading my story and if you like it better than the other entries could you maybe possibly just a little bit vote for it using the poll that's at the top right and looks like this:
Voting is only open until Saturday, the 27th
I really want that strap-on.
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acet:
So by the way, is that the proper procedure when you run into someone indulging in a little afternoon delight? I was unaware you could just jump right in and help out.
mistersatan:
I'm going to hold you to that.