#3. I’ll reveal the prompt at the end of this one, for humor’s sake.
“You know you want to.”
“Shh.”
“Gira-aaard.”
“Shhh. M’trying t’sleep, here.”
“So? You’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Stop.”
“You know how soft I am. How giving.”
“What?”
“Touch me. “
“Gods above, stop.”
“Come on, just touch me. What, it’s not like I could even stop you! Why did you steal me if you weren’t going to take me as yours?”
“You looked expensive! I was going to sell you! Or trade you.”
“I am! Do you have any idea how much I’m worth? Come on, Girard. Don’t you want to know how good it would feel?”
“No!”
“Not even a little bit? Just touch me, Girard. That’s all I’m saying. You should at least know how valuable I am.”
“I’m not going to–“
“One touch, and I’ll shut up and let you sleep.”
“You promise?”
“On my honor.”
“Fine, then. There. You–“
“Ohhh, see? See how soft I am?”
“Ahh, that’s… fuck, that’s nice.”
“It is. The inside’s even better. See? C’mon, Girard. Take off your boots. Please. I want you inside me.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Did I just–“
“Yeah, you made it weird. M’going to bed now.”
“Fuck, fine. Goodnight.”
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Today’s Writing prompt: #3. “A pair of sentient boots.”
From the book of writing prompts
Jones… Oh Jones. Boots, eh? I should have seen that coming, but didn’t. You make me laugh.