Alright I'm just about done with my first story for fans of my relationship thread. For people that aren't fans this isn't for you. Justin asked for a book and he gets some short stories. I will proof read this but I wont make sure its perfect, so fuck off in advance
Now after reading what I've written for my first story, I've decided to put an excerpt up and make sure you can handle this.
synopsis: Greg is a man on a mission. He must complete the misson by the end of the evening.
"Would you like your usual Greg?" Greg looks at the bartender and shakes his head up and down. As she turns around he stares at her ass wondering how far quarters would fly if he bounced them off that perfect shape. Its the kind of ass that if you stared too long and too hard a small bit of fluid would drip out and taint your boxers with love. Greg thought to himself, 'GOD I WOULD LOVE TO TEAR THAT ASS APART. Bin Laden aint got shit on me. I've got the weapon of ass distruction.'
She turned around and it was a good thing because he didn't want to make a mess on himself before he attemted his mission. He scans the room and finds an easy target but is about 15lbs not his type. 'I could get a blow-job from her easy, but the mission would be harder to exectute.' He looks over and sees a girl that he's slept with a few times before. She drives a red Ford Mustang that they have sex in. Greg now likes Mustangs cos of her. 'No, too easy, plus I don't want to confuse her.'
As he wets his lips with this apple martini he he watches a blonde girl walk up to the mic to sing her song. "Hello, my name is Valarie and I'm in town for one more day from Ohio. I'm going to sing 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles' from Fall out Boy."
Gregs favorite band is Fall Out Boy. He knows this is going to be the one. He rubs his finger across his top lip and then across his bottem lip and says "PERFECT"