Hi all,
I've been writing stories for people on /r/dirtypenpals for some time now, and I've submitted them to some non-Reddit sites. I figure it's time to post them here, and I'll start with one of my favorites..
The afternoon began with the two of us entering my old university library. We walked hand in hand, without a word, though I distinctly remember catching your eye and smiling at you, squeezing your hand as I did so. I was dressed in dark dress shoes, black suit pants and a black collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, my tattoos contrasting with my professional demeanour. You were wearing a grey cardigan, buttoned up, over a white blouse and a red and black tartan skirt, slightly shorter than would be normally acceptable. This, alongside your long white socks and black heels attracted more than their face share of glances. You had a black backpack on your back, and I was carrying a suitcase.