So I was doing some cleaning and I found a notebook with writing in it and I started reading it, thinking it was mine, but then it turned into smut and I can’t write smut to save my life and then I remembered that my mum and I have the same handwriting and that’s the story of how I read my mum’s smutty story. Coincidently, our lead characters have the same names.
Do you have a death wish? Eat my food and it shall be granted! Hate that hand? touch my stuff and you’ll lose it!