ADirtyPerv
I/T Guy
- Joined
- Jun 4, 2025
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You light up a cigarette, feeling the deep satisfaction that only comes...after. You take a drag, hold for two, three, four glorious seconds this time, and breathe out.
"That was sooo good! But, what about...?" asks Bunny, and you rest a hand over her mouth.
"I wanted more than four seconds," you say, but you know, you know how pointless it is to argue.
"No, but hear me out!" she says, pushing your hand away, and you don't have it in you to fight. You've done this before, and she always wins.
Sometimes you imagine a time, where -- after you've hit submit, as you close the tab on that glorious, gray "Pending" -- Bunny will just let you sleep. Let you have a night to yourself.
But she's your muse, and you prefer the manic Bunny to the missing one.
"I wrote the cuck chair thing. Isn't that enough?" you ask.
"And I'm saying it was good! Buuuutttt..." Bunny grins. "What if you wrote a story about an app that measures how perverted someone is?"
You eye your favorite splotch on the ceiling, the one that looks kinda like a bunny. A plot bunny.
You stub out your cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, pop your knuckles, and pick up your laptop. "I'm listening."
"That was sooo good! But, what about...?" asks Bunny, and you rest a hand over her mouth.
"I wanted more than four seconds," you say, but you know, you know how pointless it is to argue.
"No, but hear me out!" she says, pushing your hand away, and you don't have it in you to fight. You've done this before, and she always wins.
Sometimes you imagine a time, where -- after you've hit submit, as you close the tab on that glorious, gray "Pending" -- Bunny will just let you sleep. Let you have a night to yourself.
But she's your muse, and you prefer the manic Bunny to the missing one.
"I wrote the cuck chair thing. Isn't that enough?" you ask.
"And I'm saying it was good! Buuuutttt..." Bunny grins. "What if you wrote a story about an app that measures how perverted someone is?"
You eye your favorite splotch on the ceiling, the one that looks kinda like a bunny. A plot bunny.
You stub out your cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, pop your knuckles, and pick up your laptop. "I'm listening."
