Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-38302814-20191101111717/@comment-45992133-20200604060559

Cynthia looked at me like I just said "so I sold our car to vampire so he could cover it in goat's blood." The mershark rubbed her temples and sighed.

"One whole month?"

"That's the timeframe."

"No intimacy?"

"No orgasm." I corrected "I can still eat you out."

"Why?"

"It's tradi-"

"TRADITION IS JUST PEER PRESSURE FROM DEAD PEOPLE!"

She sighed again. "Why would you do this?"

"Well if it's any consolation destroy dick December comes immediately after."

She paled "Why is THAT a thing?"

"It's not what you think, it's non-stop intercourse" And now I'm fucked.

Cynthia gained a predatory smile. "And all you have to do is survive November."

I gulped "Yes."

"One month, four weeks, 30 days. After that," she nipped at the skin on my neck "You're mine!"