Journal of a Futaholic (working tiltle) Futa on Male

Story by Dualpicks

Hello. This is my very first post on board. (I don't remember so much as commenting or anything) This is also the first short story I have written. I hope that I can get some positive feedback and become a better writer using my interest in erotic literature. So of course, I would appreciate any feed back that would help me improve as a writer. Well, this story is about a guy who runs into a women with both parts by chance. My plan is to right these as separate journal entries from the perspective of this person. Each journal entry would consist of an instance of sexual interaction. Enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________

Journal entry for July, 21, 2010

Dear Journal,

I wonder how many would believe my day today. Miss or Mrs. Flowers, not quite sure about that part, moved in across the street today. This is the first time I have seen her. She moved some boxes out of a U-haul across the street. I noticed that she left the bigger items in the truck. Things like some kind of dresser and a bed. I had just come back from the local community college were I had been for entire morning. I must have been like, two by the point I watched her do that. Well I was bored and inundated with fucking school. This isn't something that I ever do... I expect people, especially some lone woman, to decline my help for them in this situation with as much kindness as the person can muster on the turn of a dime. Fucking people. I was already on approach, the woman trotted down the small set of stairs of her stoop. The person walking toward me was a little different than what I remembered just a minute ago across the street.

She had long dark brown hair tied up at the back of her head in a loose fitting ponytail. Locks of hair left the tie carelessly to meet her sweaty face. Her light brown eyes reflected her environment with a surprising amount of clarity. Her neck was a nice mid size, long enough and thick enough for me to not look twice at. Her freckled lower neck and chest begged more attention. Her breast seemed ample maybe a C? She had a white t-shirt she seemed to have sullied with sweat quite a bit. The Shirt seemed a size or two to big... She had these lose fitting thin sweatpants that were rolled up at the waist. Her waist wasn't to thin, she visibly had a slight gut, her hips were ample for her form. She wore black toe thong flip flops. I only had to bend my head slightly to look at her face when I spoke to her. She must have been like 5'8”. “You seem to be out here on your own. Would you like a neighborly hand?” Inside I rolled eyes at what just came out of my mouth. “Sure! You can start by helping me with the bed and dresser.” The initial pitch belied her the deeper voice, a voice she seemed to normally speak in. We climbed into the truck and we actually grabbed the bookshelves I didn't see from across the street in here, man there was a lot of stuff left here. We moved some stuff in there over the next half hour or so. I told her my name, she said hers was Cynthia. Not bad, at least I didn't hear it often. Here and there, I would steal a look at her olive skin and her freckled cheeks. There were some awkward moments between us. Some times we would have eye contact, I think I caught her staring once. I couldn't quite tell if it was simply weird or something more. Panting from getting into the master bedroom with the dresser, I regarded her body once more on the other side as she readjusted the positions of the dresser. She had a little muscle in those arms. I nodded satisfied and looked about me. She already had a bed frame up here set up. “Took me for ever to do that” she said. Seemed as much a complaint as a boast. I looked back at her. She sweated a bit more now. “well just the bed as far as I can tell” she nodded,” Yup!” we took up the bed and headed downstairs. Following her out she stopped in front of me, turning. “ So I'm very grateful you helped me out, my friends stood me up” I told her about it happening to people I knew and that I helped people move often. “well it shows.” She commented. “I hope you enjoy living here-” She cut me off. “Now, now. I'm gonna go right out and lock up the truck, you can head into the kitchen and get your self a drink, you've earned at least that.” She had a playful motherly tone of voice. I still get kinda irked when people older than me do that. I nodded and agreement and went for a drink.

As I'm chugging down the bottle of Powerade I pulled out of the fridge, I noticed her watching me drink from the archway of the kitchen. She leaned up against the border between living area and kitchen there, lounging. I damn' near gave the bottle back it's Powerade. I lowered the bottle carefully.”how long were you watching” it sounded way more pani

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