Your Kinky Story

Jan 27, 2026 v1.0
Jan 30, 2026 v1.2

*** Author's Note : This is my first creative writing experience. I am open to any an all suggestions on improvement. I encourage suggestions, criticisms, and improvements. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy. ***

This warm Thursday seems like a poor night to attend a 'Speed-Dating' event. The air is much too humid for comfort, and you have work the next day. You have only been at your job as a(n) Accountant for a couple weeks, since your university graduation. It would make a poor impression if you walked into the office hung over.

The air smells of car exhaust, and the rumbling of traffic fills your ears as you walk toward the bar. Your stomach feels uneasy. You can not boast about your track record with women. Someone had once told you that women could smell desperation. You bet that's what it was. You vow not be **** tonight. You promise yourself you will be courageous and give it your all.

The bright neon lights of the sign of the bar reads "Somewhere Else". You can't make up your mind whether to roll your eyes or chuckle. A few women sit at tables outside, spread out. A gorgeous red-head smokes a cigarette and eyes you as you walk by. A blonde animatedly talks with a brunette at another table.

You open the door to see a sign that said, "Speed-Dating Event - 9pm.". A diverse group of people lounge around, sitting at high tables, or side couches. You check your watch: 8:53pm. You are late by your standards. You could have been here 10 minutes ago. You walk over to the bar and order a light beer.

You sip your beer waiting looking around. You notice a sign-up table. That's why you came early. You walk over, and an older woman with dyed hair smiles at you.

"Hi! I'm Annabelle," she smiles. "Are you hear for the speed-dating event?"

"Yes," you say.

"What's your name? Occupation?"

"John Doe, uh... Accountant" She writes your name and job down on a tag and hands it to you. She checks her watch.

"It'll be about 2 minutes, then we'll get started."

You walk back toward the bar, but a tall man has taken your spot. You stop and look around for somewhere to sit and wait. A couple people sit on the couches by the wall. You'd have to sit next to someone, but there is room. You could stand between the couches, to not bother anyone on the couches.