You look down, and are briefly shocked to see, your cock gone. "Dammit I'm still not used to that." you mutter under your breath. Part of the reason you moved to a different town in the first place was because of this. Well not this specifically, but stuff like this. You know the saying "a magician never reveals his tricks", well you were caught trying to teach magic to a friend, and the high wizard council gave you several curses, but the most devious was the one put on you by an ex-girlfriend that happened to be one of them. She made your dick randomly teleport off your body every day, and if you cant find and reattach it before midnight it will shrivel up and die. Everyone else was nice to you, no body horror, nothing that would prevent you from continue living you life normally. Hell Penn and Teller were nice enough to only give you one curse from both of them, but leave it up to a crazy ex and its all about destroying your dick.
You finish getting dressed, your cock should be within 5 meters, and only be in a place where there was only air previously. Those are the rules, and they at least prevent your cock from being buried underground or something. Now that you are dressed, you try to feel where your cock is. It feels like its probably in something ceramic, like a vase or something, but you don't own a vase. then you realize that your room is at the connecting spot to another persons apartment. which probably means its in their house somewhere.
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