Author: FriendlyNiff

Ping Pong [FM][First Person]

“Did Carrie reply yet?”

“No,” I said, moping. “But John did, and he can’t hang out. He’s helping his parents move this weekend.”

“Bummer,” Adam said, flopping lazily onto his back, unlocking his phone as it buzzed. “Oh, and looks like Greg and Dan have a soccer tournament.”

“Man,” I complained, tossing my phone to the side in a huff. “How is nobody free to go out on a Saturday night?”

Adam rolled over again onto his chest, tossing an arm over me and burying his face in my curls.

“Sorry, babe,” he mumbled, giving me a sympathetic squeeze. “I know you were looking forward to going out. Maybe we could have a fun night in? Just you and me. We haven’t done that in forever.”

I turned my head to see his eyebrows raised and a goofy grin spreading across his face. I tried to hold my scowl, but cracked a smile and squirmed away when he started to tickle my sides. Read more »

[MF] My boyfriend brought his handcuffs home from work

I stretched my arms and arched my back against the couch cushions. Stretching my shoulders up over my head, I shook my hands briefly, releasing the tension from the last hour of typing. Glancing at the clock in the corner of my computer screen, I felt a smile creep to my lips. Seven-thirty. Jack would be home any minute.

Not a moment later, the knob on the front door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. My heart raced and I clapped my laptop shut. Jack’s face appeared from behind the door, a wide smile stretching on his face. He hurried to drop his keys and bag on the table and hurried over to where I was snuggled on the couch. Taking my face in both hands, Jack kissed me affectionately, lingering a few inches from my lips to look me deeply in the eyes.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a small sigh as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I smirked and soaked up Jack’s beautiful face. His handsome, strong jaw, deliciously kissable lips, and his hazel eyes, smiling but with a glimmer of mischief. Read more »

[MF] The time my boyfriend brought his handcuffs home from work

A Retelling of the Day my Boyfriend Brought a Pair of Handcuffs Home from Work

I stretched my arms and arched my back against the couch cushions. Stretching my shoulders up over my head, I shook my hands briefly, releasing the tension from the last hour of typing. Glancing at the clock in the corner of my computer screen, I felt a smile creep to my lips. Seven-thirty. Jack would be home any minute.

Not a moment later, the knob on the front door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. My heart raced and I clapped my laptop shut. Jack’s face appeared from behind the door, a wide smile stretching on his face. He hurried to drop his keys and bag on the table and hurried over to where I was snuggled on the couch. Taking my face in both hands, Jack kissed me affectionately, lingering a few inches from my lips to look me deeply in the eyes.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a small sigh as I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I smirked and soaked up Jack’s beautiful face. His handsome, strong jaw, deliciously kissable lips, and his hazel eyes, smiling but with a glimmer of mischief. Read more »