The Letter Story
By: Jeffrey
Hey Ana, I haven’t written any stories for a while, so I thought I’d make a fist at another one. As usual, I haven’t really planned what the story’s gonna be about…well, I may as well start, and sorry, I’m not as good as Joao. :p
For Jeffrey, it was the start of just another ordinary day. After having a piss, he checked the clock and saw that it was just past 2 AM. Wondering if any of his postcards had been registered while he’d been sleeping, he strolled over to the PC and waited with anticipation as the Postcrossing main page loaded before his eyes. Jeff gave a silent whoop in the lounge room when he noticed his amount of sent cards had increased by one. Now, Jeffrey thought, time to see if my Xtratime friends are present in the Chatbox, namely Ana & Ardian, Moonshine and Sunshine, although not necessarily in that order. But, when Jeff went to access XT, something was wrong…he was greeted with a message informing him he was prohibited from accessing the rest of the community!
MEANWHILE, SOME HOURS AGO, IN LISBON, PORTUGAL…
For Ana, it was the end of just another tiring work day. She was looking forward to chatting with “the guys”, Joao, Titty, Zeek, Lobito, Mrky, of course her Sunshine (or is that Moonshine?). Before going inside, she checked the mailbox, wondering if perhaps Jeff had left another surprise for her. However, the box was empty. Strolling wearily up to the front door, Ana made a mental note that her car would need a vacuum in the near future.
Entering the house, she first noticed her father Luis. That’s probably not his real name but for the purposes of this story, he must have a name and Luis it shall be alright?
Anyway, Luis appeared to have a somewhat somber expression when greeting Ana on this day. By way of explanation, he gave her a postcard – “the mail arrived just before you came home.” With some shock, Ana stared at the card. Now, she didn’t consider herself a prude, but the imagery depicted here…the photograph was black & white. There was a man, his eyes closed tightly shut. His mouth was open. With both his hands he was grasping hold of his erect penis, and cum appeared to be dribbling form the head. Turning the card over, Ana was greeted by a simple message:
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