In-Box Love (MFf, Humor, Satire, Author Self-delusion)
By 606_Zip at:
/files/Authors/606_Zip/
The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.
If you are under the age of 21 go away. Delete this document and
hope that your parents never find it in their internet archive or
trash, because if they do, you are in really deep do-do.
If you don't, please understand that the activities presented
here are unsafe. I wouldn't do them and neither should you. They
make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out
fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead
or both.
So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.
To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.
I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.
Please be advised that if you are under the age of twenty-one and
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Dear unobservant parent who should know better: It appears that
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If you have any sense of decency at all you should ground them
for the rest of their lives.
They were identified via the new Parent Gram (TM) software that
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O.K. I've made it clear that it's against the law for minors to
read this story. It's also against the law for you to pass it on.
Maybe that will stop them.
Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first.
Story Comment: This is humor and satire. This could never happen.
Not to the lonely likes of me? Never. That would be stretching
the suspension of disbelief just a bit too far. But as long as
we're stretching, why not make it a good laugh.
Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com
Photos and inquiries from real women* in Chicago also welcome...
*over 25 please.
On to the story: Version 1, 07/24/08
In-Box Love (MFf, Humor, Satire, Author Self-delusion)
By 606_Zip
Peter clicked on the message in his stories comments in-box with
anticipation. He loved getting reader comments. Good or bad he
always learned something, and lately, he had been getting more
comments from women readers, a sign that maybe he was moving
beyond simple stroke stories into more complex and interesting
stories with wider appeal.
This one was from Amy. Hmmm, she sent me a feeler earlier to see
if I checked my messages. I sent one back, let's see what she
says now.
Dear Peter,
Your stories make me so hot. I just don't understand why I am
doing this but I really want to meet you. I've always had the
fantasy of fucking the shit out of an online erotic story writer,
but you're the first one whose ever given a real clue that he
lived near me (Oak Park, IL).
I know it sounds strange and perverted. I know it makes me seem
like a slut. I'm really not. I'm a nice girl. I just have this
ache to fuck a total stranger and who better than someone who has
already made me cum so many times already with his stories?
I read the first two chapter's of Roarke's Folly and you proved
that you know that a real man is not afraid to take care of a
woman's needs first or to put his mouth where her needs are. Are
you like Roarke? Are you willing to put your mouth on my hot box?
Or are you only interested in what the feeble excuse for
boyfriends I've had lately have been interested in.
I'm 29, 5'7", not spectacular looking, but I don't hurt your eyes
either. But I'm clean and I'm safe and I think you could teach me
something. And something in your writing says you are looking
right now.
If I am wrong, please forgive me. I love your work. Let me down
real nice then.
Amy
< * - * >
Whew! Amy should be writing stories herself! To his surprise,
Peter found that Amy had included a picture of herself with the
letter. Amy was severely underestimating herself. She was very,
very pretty. Peter could not understand why someone her age had
not found someone ready and able to please her. Certainly with
all the porn available online today there must be no one out
there who did not know where to begin these days?
You start by heating the woman up. She's gonna cum 5, 7, 12, 20
times in a night if you're lucky. Maybe more. That's what you
want. Then she will be so happy and satisfied that your
relationship will have lots of positive exchanges going for it. 5
good ones for every bad one: Gottman has that right. And no
easier way to rack up good exchanges in a relationship than
heart-pounding, partner screeching orgasms; besides, it was
almost as fun as having the orgasms himself.
It helped that Peter was empathic; when those waves of Orgasm
started rolling he caught the edge of the vibe himself. That
helped him nudge them along. That was a gift. Listening to where
she wants you to touch her, that can be learned, but actually
feeling what she's feeling and seeing it in her eyes, that,
that's talent.
Peter wondered if Amy really could be the one. He'd been horribly
lonely. No use even thinking about why; he'd done the noble
thing, it had backfired and now he was stuck in a situation where
he'd had blue balls for six years because of a situation that was
not his fault. She couldn't help it. He didn't want to leave her.
But the pain and isolation and humiliation had reached the point
where he was going to have to do something. He decided he'd
better be honest right from the start.
< * - * >
Dear Amy,
It makes me really hot to read about your fantasy. There's a side
of me that would like to meet you tonight in a safe place, both
of us commando style and talk and drink and see if you feel good
about things with me.
If it felt good to you, I think I might be able to fulfill your
fantasy, but I'd need to know, to be upfront with you. In the
long run, I'm looking for more than a zip-less fuck, an anonymous
exchange of secretions with a stranger whose face I never see.
What I really want to find is someone who wants a partner and a
husband some day. That does not have to be you. But I'm a
romantic and you are a lot more beautiful than you think you are.
You need to tell me up front if you are looking only for a
one-time fantasy fuck or a fantasy that could turn into reality
if all works out all right.
I'm one of those closet romantic types. I am looking for an end
to a loneliness that is the writer's lot. But I am an artist, and
being an artist's muse is not often easy.
I am also older than you, more experienced, is this kind of man
you want? It means that if things click, I'll want to start a
family poste-haste, no mucking around. If things don't click, no
harm, no foul.
I suggest we meet soon, at a little chocolate fondue place I
know. They let you do carry-out fondue and there are a few nice
hotels nearby if you approve. There is nothing more soothing to
the nipple than a little warm chocolate. The clit doesn't mind it
either. You can do my nipples to if you like.
Fondlingly,
Peter
< * - * >
Dear Peter,
You have the best ideas. The idea of your spreading warm fondue
over my cunny and licking it off, and fucking me while you chewed
my nipples was so naughty that I came three times during reading
your letter. Then I realized that you wanted me to eat your
nipples and cock before we got to the main event. You're planning
on torturing me aren't you, you naughty boy. Friday, 8 pm, you've
seen my picture, will you send me yours. I can't wait now. Send
me your picture even if you are a 3-foot by 3 foot dwarf. You
describe what I want so perfectly that I am dying to try you out.
If nothing else, we'll both eat well!
Amy
< * - * >
Dear Peter,
Your picture was nice, I like what I saw. You're furrier than I
thought but that beard, is sooo sexy. It is so in keeping with
your clever ideas. I got the hint and read zip-less. It had
nothing to do with zip-less fucks! You are a wise guy. I never
laughed so hard. My girlfriend Lori wants to come fuck you too,
but I said no, not this time. This time was my time. But if we do
become a regular thing, if I get to trust you enough, maybe,
maybe I will share you with my other girlfriends, but only if we
have a dedicated thing going, or not a dedicated thing at all.
Got me. Anyway. Get your meat in motion and meet me on Friday.
Amy
< * - * >
Dear Peter,
WOW. Thank you is not enough. Lori thought it would be funny if I
did a review of our night out like I do of your sex stories.
First of all, the introduction, where you were wearing a killer
suit was a big surprise. I felt underdressed and yet you handled
it so nicely. You had a wrap over your arm that you put around my
neck with a little gold clasp and suddenly I looked like a
million dollars! I'm sorry I ran into the powder room so fast
but you made me cry and I had to clean up the make-up. Did you
know that? Lori was in there as my back up. When I came in there
with that beautiful wrap on she was so stunned.
Who does this kind of thing? Nobody is gallant like that. So,
that's where my bra and top went. Into Lori's bag and I sent her
right home. She had a skirt that was shorter than the one I was
wearing, I put that one on too. The panties I had left at home. I
pulled some extra toys out of Lori's supplies. Then she stooped
down to give me a lick for luck! I was already wet like a river.
Did you know that, you stud author you?
Then, when I came back, you looked right into my eyes and ignored
my carefully emboldened breasts. You seemed to want only one
thing, to make sure that I was OK and would have a good time.
When you took my hand and led my to our table, I was enchanted. I
wondered what you tipped to get the table from where we could see
everyone else and no one could watch us easily. I did not even
notice the curtain tracks until later, you sneaky dog.
When they brought out the chocolate fondue, I expected,
strawberries, and cheese, and perhaps marshmallows and bread, but
where did you come up with all the little bits that were not on
the menu? They were amazing. You kept making me close my eyes.
The chocolate kiwi was exquisite and sensual the way the fur ran
against my tongue. The long strips of chocolate mango, slick and
wet, like something else I could mention. All this time you
helped me eat, your fingers were sliding inside my thigh,
spreading my lips, working your fingers in. My juices flowing.
Then I felt a soft roll between my legs. It sopped up my juices,
then you took my hand with it and dipped it in the chocolate and
brought it to your mouth, I HAD to look. Ooh, the look of
exquisite joy on your face as you nibbled on the chocolate juiced
roll, that set off my first orgasm of the night. I never would
have guessed such a sight could have done that, until you fed the
rest to me and then fit your fingers in my snatch and rotated
them! OOOH! OOOH! We were not even doing it, and you were already
working me over, your deep voice whispering sweet nothings to my
ears, melting me, melting me like the chocolate.
The champagne was somehow a chocolate champagne, I don't know how
you did it, the bubbles made me giggle, then when you took some
in your mouth and a straw and leaned over and blew them in my
pussy and held it tight, the bubbling goging on and on and on, I
just shook and shook with delight. Peter, you surely know how to
show a girl a good time!
Then, just when I thought it could not get better, I found out
why our booth was one of the most prized when the wait staff
closed curtains I had not seen and assured us that we would be
most private. First pulling out half the booth like a bed so that
we could recline, fuck, whatever, and based on what had happened
so far, you were in for it, or so I thought. And you were.
Your mistake was letting me get your clothes off before you had
all mine off and letting me find that basting brush. I had
already come three or four times and it was your turn now, but I
had a chocolate basting brush, and experienced tongue and I knew
how to use it. I got your man-tits basted with chocolate and
that got you completely hard, but I think you didn't really
expect me to grab your cock and just run it under the chocolate
fountain until it was covered did you? Yes, it was a bit warmer
than you expected, but not hot. And when you jumped, it was so
much fun to see your cock just leap into my waiting mouth.
I've never had an un-split banana quite like yours. You were a
lot straighter than most banana's and a good length too. I have
to admit, the chocolate made you look a bit, intimidating. But
licking it off was my job, and I went in with gusto.
I must say, you did your gender proud trying to hold back as long
as you did, but the old cut off the flow at the urethra trick
gets harder to do as time and visual stimulation gets more
arousing. I think when I dipped my own titties in the fountain
and put one nipple at a time in your mouth and actually expressed
milk into it, that's when you lost control. I'd given you no hint
up to then that I'd had milk. My big surprise for you went over
bigger than I thought.
I don't think you were supposed to shoot over the curtain. The
prom teen girls in the next booth certainly got a big surprise.
This was their pre-date strategy session. Don't tell me you
weren't turned on by all the talk about how they were going to
fuck their boyfriends that night and about a few cherries they
were going to take and give that night too.
No, when the ropes of cum shot over the curtain there was a
shocked silence, then - cheers! Neither of us expected all 8 of
them to pour in to see who had done the shooting and why. I
admit, I was jealous when all those prom dresses hit the floor
and they started licking your cock and tits until some of the
girls started cleaning my tits and cunny.
But just when things started to get out of control, and one of
the 16 year olds was going to thrust onto you I said "WAIT" -
they froze - this is my first date with him, I have dibs on first
fuck.
They really were nice girls. They made sure we were both wet with
their little mouths and hands and brought your cock right to me
and just pushed you right into me and they handled all the
fucking motion we needed, as they inserted tits, clits, asses,
anything they could, anywhere they could, to arouse us further.
While you were plunging into me, there were the fingers of this
little cutie with nice grapefruit breasts, rubbing my clit as if
her life depended on it, but always making sure she was wet with
my juices.
Of course, how long could we last? Again, you surprised me
though. Despite their eager attempts to finish us fast, you did
an incredible job of slowing down the pace, then bringing it up,
then slowing it down, until finally I was beside myself and
delirious. I no longer knew how many times I came or who was
responsible, just that I was shaking like my brother's 1963
Chevy.
Then you screamed.
I think a tiny little blond with evil eyes, a bare pussy and
chocolate drenched fingers had just treated your rectum to a new
experience, because suddenly, your prostate flooded me with the
hottest, slickest, thickest wad of semen I have ever felt explode
inside me. I just seemed to scream forever? What must the other
patrons think? The booth was not soundproofed. God, we could
never go there again. Much as I hated to, I rolled off you. A few
of the little vixens slid on you and tried to get some, but you
had finished. If they were trying to get knocked up by you
instead of their boyfriends they might have succeeded, but they
were too late for any action.
The girls looked at the time, kissed us all. They slipped cards
in your pocket and my purse, and left in their limo to thunderous
applause. Perhaps we would be able to leave unnoticed after all.
I hope you were not disappointed when I took you hope instead of
the hotel. You were tired and I lived only a few blocks away. It
was quieter too. I was so surprised that you somehow remembered
to bring a doggy bag with you of chocolate treats for the next
morning. What a way to wake up. A chocolate croissant sausage
roll with your own sausage as the treat!
I can't believe how many times you got me off that day. I do know
that if you want to, I would like to try some more. What about it
Peter? Oh, and now that I know what you can do, I would say that
I am open to serious discussion about a long-term relationship
that could include kids. You'd be a great dad.
Love,
Amy
< * - * >
Wow, Peter thought. What a weekend. As he finished writing it up
he decided he would go out with Amy again. She was a lot of fun
and very outgoing, and seemed to like him a lot. There was
nothing like someone who was full of positive energy. Amy was in
the top spot for his consideration for marriage. Though he was
not about to use the M word until he was sure.
Peter posted the story just to see how hot it would get Amy. Boy
did it turn her on. If he thought their first weekend was wild.
Amy's turn to plan things left him happy, drained, and unable to
move for two days. So imagine Peter's surprise when he turned to
his email and found in his in-box:
From: To: Re:
Amy Peter Let's go for a record!
Lori (606_Zip) You CUM highly Recommended
FuckMeSuzi (606_zip) Why not do it with a REAL Girl
Leanne_18 (606_zip) Great Story; Will You help me lose my Cherry?
OLDBAT73 (606_Zip) I do young studs, why not you?
PromGirl1 (606_ZIP) Did I leave my birth control pills in yr pocket?
Kitty_21 (606_zip) Hello. =] Just Dropping a Line.
OlgaNord (606_zip) I Want to visit you America? Babies Make?
Christy (606_zip) Are you eating right? Want a Carrot?
Erin@SC (606_zip) My BF left me High & Dry, Wanna Fuck?
IrishTwins (606_zip) We'll be at McCormick Place for trade show, will you? (;
Troop369 (606_zip) Don't Miss our Girl Scout Nookie Sale! (;-o
Russianx9 (606_zip) Want to buy my sister? I sell her chep. Bit titz
NickS (606_zip) LOL That Lame Premise Again. No one will bite.
Michelle25 (606_zip) Just looking for friend with benefits
KarenHZTN (606_zip) Will you date a recovering Republican?
FrankMStein(606_Zip) Brilliant. Can I use this story when U done?
Dawnie Peter Ignore other Prom Girls. I want you both!
Clitorides (606_zip) Rejection Notice: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Kendra (606_zip) Feeling Rejected by Rat Bastard; Try Me
Peter gulped. This was something he had not expected. Even
excluding the med and aging women. There were some interesting
prospects. Peter wondered how many had included photos. Peter
felt guilty for even thinking it. Peter wondered if they were all
really from Amy.
That was it. Obviously. They couldn't all be from real women.
Well the award rejection notice was expected, but this was
comedy, wasn't it.
The only thing to do he guessed would be to open the messages and
see what they had to say. Sort of like Pandora's boxes, Or
Schrödinger's Clitty's. You couldn't tell if the possibility of
the clitty was alive or dead until you opened the email, or was
it the box?
< * - * >
While this is a work of fiction, it is based in a large part on
real events. Writers of erotic fiction do get email on a regular
basis. It actually happens. Everything else is entirely made up,
what, you think this kind of stuff happens to anybody? But it
could. Pretty Please?
Apologies to anyone whose character names it appears may have
appeared here. In works of comedy and satire such as this, this
happens. In this case, Nick Scipio got tapped a couple of times
so go read his much better stuff at http://nickscipio.com
This story is now in its first draft. Nice comments are welcome,
random negative comments are most especially not. I think I have
most of the basic grammar issues fixed in this release, but if I
have not, please leave a comment and I will be happy to fix it. I
hate stupid grammar errors in reading stuff online and am ever
willing to fix it.
Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com
Be sure to say what story you are writing about. I'll just trash
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useful. I yam who I yam so it will be awhile before I know what
that really means as a writer.
Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it
to any lists. It will take me less than 5 mins to change it.
Thanks.
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Other works by 606_Zip can be found at:
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Hope you enjoy my other stories.
606_Zip (Peter)
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