Winter Prisoner- a Love that boner short story
Some people can't help but follow, Love... Or, tits... let's not lie. Men follow tits; even to their deaths. Tell'me 'bout dis here book. Will is almost dead. He's been walking through the frozen woods for days. An apparition begs him to continue to follow. A second visitor shows him a paradise of possibilities. Will has to choose and one of them is certain death. Lemme read'a touch Redemption It was cold as fuck. Like, really fuckin cold. Colder than you’ve ever been. Cold like you can’t imagine. Yeah, imagine cold; good, now go further… Will Friedle breathed out. His breath came out in a cloud. He continued to walk. Frost built on his growing beard. The layers of animal skin he wore were heavy; but so far, he was sure that nothing was frost bitten. His stomach was gaunt, and the idea of food haunted him. Speaking of haunts… “I love you. Won’t you come back to me?” he asked the apparition. Jennifer love Hewitt smiled and giggled. She r
