Good Luck (Erotic Humor)

Warning: this is possibly the most depraved, fucked up story you will ever read in your entire life, featuring things you didn't previously think was ever possible (in fact, none of the things in here are possible for good reasons). If you don't have a strong stomach, can't stand the idea of body fluid going everywhere, or have seen and been disgusted by 2girls1cup, then this is not the book for you. But if you're a seasoned Internet pro, then by all means, please continue.

A few months ago, some of my friends found out that I write erotica. They decided that for their anniversary, they'd like to commission me to write something for them.

The only problem?

They get to pick what goes into the book. And when I got the prompt, well... Let's just say that I had a good chuckle at what they managed to come up with.

In Good Luck, you'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll feel downright queasy at what's been written (and find out why I picked this particular cover).

For those without a strong stomach, this is your last chance to turn away. Seriously.