Author: RichardH881

A Busted Compressor [M/F]

A writing prompt given by a friend. As always, critiques, comments, and cum testimonies welcome.

A Busted Compressor

The sudden silence was louder to Kelsey’s ears than a bomb. She picked up on it instantly, despite the noise of the crowd. Pausing mid-conversation, and leaving her patron with his words hanging in his mouth, she ducked through the door behind the bar and made her way to the keg cooler. Sure enough, the compressor had shut off, and the air in the room was, even after only a brief moment, starting to lose its chill. Kelsey fought the urge to grind her teeth as she winced. This was the last thing she needed tonight. Snatching her phone from her back pocket, she dialed her cooler service man, who barely picked up before the voicemail.

“Go.”

“Tate, it’s Kelsey over at-“

“I know, Kel. It’s after hours; what’s wrong?”

“The compressor just blew. How quick can you get here?”

“I can’t. I’m at a movie with my wife. I’ll text my guy apprentice, Ron.”

“Please do. Do SOMETHING, at least. I can’t serve warm beer. Not on a Friday night.” Read more »

The Festival [M/F] [Cheating] [Deception]

Second erotic story. Long read. Critiques and comments welcome.

With a sweaty huff, Rick zipped closed the door of the tent, leaving just enough open to allow some air to flow through, and plopped down on the ground, making sure to remove his phone from his pocket beforehand. Flicking on the screen, he saw another string of texts from Leigh and wondered whether or not they were worth reading. He opted to change clothes instead.

Even in the mountains, East Coast summers can be quite hot, and this evening was no exception. The large crowds probably weren’t helping, either. Rick mopped sweat from his brow as he stripped completely naked, stowed his clothes in his backpack, and unfolded the long yardage his traditional wool Great Kilt. He laid out his calf-high leather boots, his belt and other accoutrements, and began the arduous process of pleating the kilt. His highland shirt seemed to still wet from the hand-washing he’d given it, so he opted to go shirtless tonight. The upper portion of the kilt, which he would pin together over the shoulder like a sash, would be all the upper body cover he’d need in this heat, anyway. Read more »

Burnt Coffee [M/F]

My first ever erotic story; be kind. Or degrading. Either one, I guess.

The smell of over-cooked coffee wafted again from the drink station as the front door swung open with a shrill but melodic “ding dong” and stirred the air. Keri made yet another nagging mental note to start a fresh pot before looking up to greet the familiar customer who’d just walked in. “Hey, Gary! Welcome to Quick Stop. How are you today?” Gary, with his name patch on his oil-stained
uniform shirt and his typical white stubble transitioning into a salt-n-pepper beard, waved a dismissive greeting as he made his way to the beer cave. Mr. Wattel, emerging from the snack aisle, placed
his purchases on the counter, including his smoldering cup of coffee, the pungency of which nearly made Keri retch. “Anything else?” she asked, dutifully. “No, ma’am.” His polite reply.

“Ding Dong”, the door shrieked again. Keri glanced up. “Good morning! Welcome to Quick Stop.” She didn’t recognize the man. “Okay, it’s ready.” Mr. Wattel inserted his debit card into the point of sale system and withdrew it swiftly, only giving it time for two grunted beeps. “Thank you. Have a nice day!” Read more »