So, that’s what ends up happening, in the end. Sure, I’m a cocky fucking asshole. But I ended up getting my fucking comeuppance pretty good, don’t you think?

I have to say though, I’m a very grateful man. And I’ve changed. Destiny’s changed me. She’s so invariably cute. Like a fucking button. Then one day, something crazy happens. I see her walking around the condo in her lace white boy shorts and belly shirt and my cock grows in a second. But she ends up looking at me with those wide eyes of hers and shakes her head, “Maybe if you’re good and follow instructions,” she says, crooking her fingers. And I growl, like an animal and follow her around the apartment - being led around like a dog. She sits down on the couch and turns on a movie. I don’t like the looks of what I’m seeing - a movie called ‘Hope Floats’ has never really floated my boat, but Destiny grabs me by the cock - I swear she grabs me by the cock - and pulls me closer to her.

I end up cuddling with her the entire movie. Smelling her hair. Holding her arms. Feeling her ass wriggle and nestle itself in my crotch - enveloping me with her ass cheeks. Any other girl, this shit would not be okay. But for Destiny, I actually fucking enjoy it.

Destiny turns over to me as the movie ends and looks deep into my eyes.

“You know my friend Alexis is finishing up her novel about us, right?” Destiny asks.

I’ve met Alexis a few times. She’s a cute girl. She’s a bit quirky. I know she’s fucking crazy about being sexy in every part of her life. Whether that means being outside in beautiful weather, or sitting at home reading a fucking book, you'll never see her go more than ten minutes without smiling and saying something fucking dirty.

And let me tell you, when she dirty, she’s talking about us.

“So, Alexis writes steamy contemporary romance about bad boys for the bad girl in all of us. She is still single at 30, in case anyone is interested to know, and still very much looking for love,” Destiny tells me.

I nod to her, not sure where this is going as she continues, “Her favorite things in the world are flowers, chocolate, lingerie, high heels, lipstick, perfume, and the credit card award miles that she gets from buying all that.”

This is just fucking strange. But I watch as Destiny talks to me.

“Prior to writing, Alexis used to be a financial analyst in New York City,” Destiny tells me. “She quickly decided that working for a faceless corporation run by men was not her dream job. So she began to write. And as she began to write, she began to use those credit card award miles to travel all over the world.”

“Okay, what the fuck is the point?” I ask.

“Alexis is still single, in case you forgot from above,” Destiny says, her hands tracing lines on my chest as she props herself up on my body. God, her fucking body is keeping my cock hard as a fucking brick. If she doesn’t do something soon, I’m just going to cum right there. “She spends winters in California, fall and spring in New York City, and summers in Europe.”

“Why are you telling me all this, babe?” I ask, a bit of fucking exasperation showing up in my voice. “Do you want me to fuck her?”

Destiny scrunches her nose and gently slaps me on the side of the head.

“No,” she says, rolling her eyes for added effect. “But she’s done without all that because she’s been writing about us. And our story is going to go on sale soon.”

Fucking nice.

“Where?” I ask.

“Amazon,” Destiny says, “But you can join her list to keep up with updates or find out bonus content to read about our childhood if you sign up at or just email her at ”

I shake my head. “I don’t know if anyone wants to read any more about us.”

“Well, we’re going to be going to a few of her parties at on Facebook. People can click on the links to join or like,” Destiny replies.

“Click what links?” I ask. I’m fucking confused. “Where?”

“Don’t you want to be a Dirty Lil’ Angel, Austin?” she asks me.

That’s too much. I bring my hands around and grab her ass. She squeals. Her crotch grinds against mine and she closes her eyes.

When she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer the good girl and mother of my child. She’s a fucking porn star that I’m going to fuck like a whore.

I grin as she brings her mouth lower and we kiss.

Its time for the Python to come out and play.