The following collection of stories are fiction.  Some contain a scenes of sex (gay and straight; adult and teen) and some spanking.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  Of course, one should practice safe sex more carefully than my fictional characters.

These stories are part of the Second Irregular Flash Stroke Festival which requires a story not to exceed 18 lines of 70 characters including the title and blank lines.  It was organized by Vinnie Tesla following the pattern started by Mat Twassel with The 2003 Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival  I have formatted each story to fit that requirement.

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The author would appreciate your comments – pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.

My BSFSF-2005 stories are on this page.

1.  The Wrong Suitcase or The Baboon Butt Effect  (M/A, spank, tawse, sex)
2.  Subway Abduction  (M/A, rom)

Please note that this page is designed to display these one-screen stories as they would have been seen on regular computer monitors before the miniature screens of smart phones and proportional fonts.  If your font size allows seventy characters monospaced lines then you will see it properly.  If your font size is too large for your screen width, the lines will be folded but the text will be there and readable.

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Second Irregular Flash Stroke Festival for 2005

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

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1:  The travelers' nightmare – one's suitcase not arriving at one's destination.  It can even be painful.

The Wrong Suitcase or The Baboon Butt Effect

  The flight was uneventful and they made the three hour drive to the
motel before they examined the luggage.  On the outside it was the
same as their own but very different on the inside.
  Rick was furious at Sam's mistake.  It would mess up the trip and
be expensive.  That there was the identifying blue ribbon tied to the
handle mattered not for it was Sam's gross carelessness, plain and
simple.  Mixed in with the stranger's clothes were adult toys.  The
function of the leather strap with a handle was obvious and Rick de-
cided to borrow it even though he had never used one before.  Sam was
fearful but obeyed the order to strip and bend over.  The tawse made a
resounding WHACK and left a red stripe with each of the six cuts ap-
plied to Sam's butt.
  Rick became extremely horny seeing Sam's bright red tail.  He rip-
ped open his pants and rammed his rock hard shaft deep into his will-
ing partner for the first time that night.  They fucked hard all
night.  By the morning Rick had forgiven Sam.
  Back home, Rick became a good customer of the adult shoppe.

© Copyright A.I.L., October 24, 2005

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2:  Sometimes good things can happen from bad events such as when the crowds grow after failed subway train are pulled from service.© YLeeCoyote

Subway Abduction

  The crowd was huge as there were delays.  I was in a corner and he
was forced up against me by the press of the crowd.  His beautiful
eyes locked mine.  He smiled; so did I.  Stopped in the tunnel; the
lights and fans went out.  His eyes glittered in the faint light.  His
crotch was pressed hard against mine but still moving.  I became aware
of his scent and pheromones; they increased my excitement.  I couldn't
flee even if I wanted to.  When we lurched forward, he slipped a hand
down my jeans onto my butt; he held one of my hands tightly.  We were
both very aroused.  He played with my ass.  Temptation won and I slip-
ped my hand between our crotches.  His smile grew as I fingered his
hard shaft betraying my interest and confessing my desire.  He was
sure to abandon me in the next station so I savored the moment with
wonderful images of him dragging me off to his den and fucking for
hours.  Such a hunk; just the right height, drop dead handsome; excit-
ing; aggressive and, obviously, virile.  Silently, ardently I prayed.
The train stopped; he stayed.  Two stops later he glided me off.
Wordlessly he lead me to his private paradise to be his angel.

© Copyright A.I.L., October 26, 2005

The End of Collection – 2005

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