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Flamingo Fun

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: The news of a flamingo tragedy inspires a sexy game. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Illustrated   .

A fox has broken into a zoo in Finland and killed an entire flock of 16 flamingos, officials at the zoo say.

The fox climbed over a fence at the Helsinki zoo to get into the flamingo pen overnight.

The zoo is on an island in the Finnish capital and the fox had apparently walked over ice to reach it.

An investigation was under way as to why the flamingos - which were normally brought inside overnight because of the cold - had been left out.

--BBC News April 9

The evening of her twenty-first birthday Ariel was sitting on the leather couch in the dimly lit living room of her nineteenth floor apartment naked except for one of the silky, flamingo-patterned knee-highs Tom given her. A minute later she was also wearing a blindfold which Tom had fashioned out of the second flamingo stocking and fastened securely about her head.

“See anything?” Tom asked.

Ariel shook her head.

“Good.”

They sat quietly for a several minutes.

Ariel let out a soft sigh. “Now what?”

“Now we wait,” Tom said.

The apartment remained quiet. Then she heard something. The click of a light switch. Was Tom turning it off or on? Then something else. The rush of drapes being drawn. Unless they were being opened. “Tom?” she said, trying to remember.

“Right here. It’s stopped raining. Can you smell the spring?” His voice was matter-of-fact. Nonchalant. Distant.

But a moment later she felt his touch. His hand took hers. He had strong hands. Not rough, not soft. He helped her to her feet. The leather of the couch squeak-whooshed when she stood. Her bottom felt a slight chill. She squeezed Tom’s hand. “Come,” he said.

“Where are we going?” She let the hand take her.

He didn’t answer. He led her a few steps from the couch. She noted the different way the floor felt to her stocking-clad foot and her bare foot. The stocking felt like firm yet slightly shifty sand. The floor was hard and cool.

Tom led her a few more steps. She was pretty sure they were close to the big window. She was pretty sure she was facing it.

“Tom?” she said.

Tom didn’t answer. She listened for his breathing. Instead she heard the distant sounds of the city—cars slipping along the wet streets. Her skin felt cool. Hot. Prickly. She knew she had goose bumps on her chest. She knew her nipples were becoming erect.

“Tom?”

“Stand on one foot,” Tom said. “Like when you were in ballet. Like a flamingo.”

“Right or left?” Ariel asked.

“You choose,” Tom said.

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Ariel drew up her right leg, the one wearing the stocking. She felt more secure with her bare foot on the wooden floor. She felt the scratchy silk of the sock against the skin of her thigh. She lifted her arms for balance. “How long?” she asked.

 
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