Another story was first posted at Pink Chair Diaries.Again, the rule was just that I needed to feature a bright pink blow up plastic chair with a dildo fastened in the middle of the seat.
PCD is down as I write this and while I’m sure they’ll get back up and running, in the meantime, here’s Patrick and Linnie.
WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!
©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
“There you are!”
Patrick looked up from the toolbox, distracted from his search for his favorite socket wrench. There, in the open front of his workshop stood Linnie, his insane next-door neighbor. Okay, maybe she wasn’t insane, but she was one of those people who wasn’t far from it. She sure was pretty to look at, though, especially when, as currently, she was wearing tight little cut-off shorts and one of those stretchy, shiny tank tops in vivid orange. The tank hugged her gorgeous little breasts just perfectly and the cheerleader legs extending from those shorts had starred in more than one of his late night fantasies.
Tossing back her loose wealth of nearly crimson curls, she hurried toward him, her flip-flops slapping on the cement floor. Her little hands reached out to grab his arm, heedless of the sawdust that coated the hair on his arm. “I need your help.” Her big green eyes were wide with concern.
Unthinking, he grabbed her elbow. “What’s wrong?”
She tugged his arm. “Come with me.” Continue reading Favorite Chair