Post by kaminasama on Dec 15, 2021 22:36:38 GMT -6
Hey y'all, decided to try my hand out at writing (something I haven't done in a decade plus) and thought I would try to contribute to the community. Lemme know what y'all think any tips or pointers or whatever. Ill try to work on more if there is interest. No AP in my opener, but it would delve into middle age and Old AP.
There she sat, across the table from me, looking just as she did back in high school 20 years ago. “H-how is this possible” I managed to choke out in a state of disbelief. Once more I gave her the once over, her cherry red hair cascading passed her petite shoulders; Her breasts still defying gravity, soft and supple and as white as porcelain, her skirt riding high on her thighs, firm yet yielding to the cushioned seat below. Wrapped in expensive sandals, her glossy red toenails a stark contrast to the soft, pale feet. Assuming I was done drinking her in, she responded with the soft feminine voice I remembered all those years ago “Its simple really” she chuckled, “I simply have my followers all donate extra time to me, they don’t need it and honestly relish in forking over years of their lives”. I was confused, “donate time?”, she saw my eyes glaze over as I tried to figure the meaning behind her words. “Yes donate!, have you not heard of the kronos streaming app?”, I couldn’t say I had. “The app works like twitch or YouTube, you can stream on the daily doing whatever you want, but instead of donating money to you, your subscribers can donate years of their time to you”, more confusion took hold, “Once you’ve built up a good store of time, you can use the service to keep yourself young!”. I laughed, I laughed as anyone would after hearing something this absurd. “You expect me to believe people would give you YEARS of their lives for what? To watch you take your top off or play games with them or something? Yeah right” I lauded. “Is it that hard to believe? Is it any more absurd than someone giving thousands of dollars to someone for doing the same thing? Don’t they work for that money? Toil and slave all their time away to spend it on someone doing the same thing? At least this way they can give a year and not have it affect their finances, most don’t even notice” her cherry lips wrapped around her straw as she took a sip of her drink. “Well I’m glad you can still joke around after tall these years” I laughed, “your sci-fi story isn’t a great cover, just be honest about the plastic surgery next time!”. Unamused she pushed herself away form the table and stood up, her firm breasts barely jiggling as she rose. “Well if you don’t want to believe me fine, just don’t ask me again when you’re looking like whistlers mother in the next few years, I think I can already see some crows feet Natalie”, my hands shot to the sides of my face in disbelief, my fingers feeling the beginnings of slight lines around my eyes. “Cheryl wait” I said softly, a bit too late as she had already turned and started walking out of the restaurant, firm ass high in tow, only cut off by the waiter handing the check to you. “Anything else ma’am?” He asked. Ma’am, She thought, I might look into this kronos app tonight
There she sat, across the table from me, looking just as she did back in high school 20 years ago. “H-how is this possible” I managed to choke out in a state of disbelief. Once more I gave her the once over, her cherry red hair cascading passed her petite shoulders; Her breasts still defying gravity, soft and supple and as white as porcelain, her skirt riding high on her thighs, firm yet yielding to the cushioned seat below. Wrapped in expensive sandals, her glossy red toenails a stark contrast to the soft, pale feet. Assuming I was done drinking her in, she responded with the soft feminine voice I remembered all those years ago “Its simple really” she chuckled, “I simply have my followers all donate extra time to me, they don’t need it and honestly relish in forking over years of their lives”. I was confused, “donate time?”, she saw my eyes glaze over as I tried to figure the meaning behind her words. “Yes donate!, have you not heard of the kronos streaming app?”, I couldn’t say I had. “The app works like twitch or YouTube, you can stream on the daily doing whatever you want, but instead of donating money to you, your subscribers can donate years of their time to you”, more confusion took hold, “Once you’ve built up a good store of time, you can use the service to keep yourself young!”. I laughed, I laughed as anyone would after hearing something this absurd. “You expect me to believe people would give you YEARS of their lives for what? To watch you take your top off or play games with them or something? Yeah right” I lauded. “Is it that hard to believe? Is it any more absurd than someone giving thousands of dollars to someone for doing the same thing? Don’t they work for that money? Toil and slave all their time away to spend it on someone doing the same thing? At least this way they can give a year and not have it affect their finances, most don’t even notice” her cherry lips wrapped around her straw as she took a sip of her drink. “Well I’m glad you can still joke around after tall these years” I laughed, “your sci-fi story isn’t a great cover, just be honest about the plastic surgery next time!”. Unamused she pushed herself away form the table and stood up, her firm breasts barely jiggling as she rose. “Well if you don’t want to believe me fine, just don’t ask me again when you’re looking like whistlers mother in the next few years, I think I can already see some crows feet Natalie”, my hands shot to the sides of my face in disbelief, my fingers feeling the beginnings of slight lines around my eyes. “Cheryl wait” I said softly, a bit too late as she had already turned and started walking out of the restaurant, firm ass high in tow, only cut off by the waiter handing the check to you. “Anything else ma’am?” He asked. Ma’am, She thought, I might look into this kronos app tonight