so back when i was in college, someone in creative writing class with a friend of mine wrote a story. it started out as a simple story of a wedding, and the bride and groom were arguing over infidelity that may or may not have happened and then some weird dude showed up and said some cryptic shit and left.
and then the guy showed up again, much later, at the reception. naked.
and then he ran to the cake. and began fucking it.
i used to have a printout of the story and i distinctly remember the line “oh my god, he’s fucking the cake!”
the most amazing part is that was written for a grade.
someone wrote this story.
someone wrote this story, where a man puts his dick in a wedding cake and fucks it until he’s had enough, and handed it in for credit. he did not fail the class.
if cake fucker guy can write a story and have faith in it, so can you. believe in yourself.