F is for Faithful #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge F

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the first week, my theme is kinky stories. Come back for Week 2 (Romantic), Week 3 (Anything Goes), or Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy F is for Faithful.

He had promised to be faithful.

I had believed him.

But he wasn’t faithful.

He wasn’t faithful at all.


I didn’t find out until I got an STD. Thankfully it was one that was easily curable, but it stung to know that he had been unfaithful. That had been a year ago, and maybe, just maybe, I was ready to get back into the dating scene. How much could have changed for a 29-year-old woman after a few years off the market?

A lot, apparently.

I downloaded an app, but I just couldn’t figure out the whole swipe right, swipe left phenomenon. How was I supposed to get to know people from a picture and a snippet of text? It was all so impersonal.

Saturday morning, less than 24 hours after downloading the app, I lay in bed trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. It seemed like I was getting nowhere.

I got up out of bed and put on my workout clothes. Then I deleted the app and went for a run.

I slowly jogged the quarter mile to the local park and then picked up my pace as I went around the half-mile track. I had headphones on, but as I ran, I watched the people congregating on the soccer fields in the middle of the track. One guy, in particular, caught my eye. He was shorter than the rest of them, which suited me fine since I was vertically challenged, myself. He just had this smile that I knew could light up a room. And he kept glancing in my direction.

I had planned to do a quick mile run, but after two laps, I was too into watching him to stop, and I ran a third lap. Usually, I would cool down by walking home, but I decided to walk a fourth lap as a cool down and then stretch, all the while keeping the soccer field in my view.

The group of guys had formed two teams and started playing against each other. I took my time stretching, and then I sat down on a bench. I had my phone with me, but I just turned the music off and sat watching.

Within a few minutes, an alarm went off, and the guys stopped playing. “Ten-minute break!” one of them yelled.

I was sitting back with my arms outstretched on either side of me. The guy I had been eyeing up headed in my direction. My heart pounded harder.

“Do you play soccer?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“You should try it. You’re a good runner.” Was he watching me run?

“I’m an okay runner,” I said.

He laughed. “I think you’re better than okay.”

I shrugged.

“Run with me,” he said.


“Yeah. Let’s do one lap.”

“You don’t have time for that.”

“Sure I do if I’m quick.”

I shrugged again. I didn’t want to say no, but I also wasn’t sure I could keep up with him. I wanted to try though. He was even cuter up close. I stood, and he was just a few inches taller than me, and I only stood at 5’3″. “Okay,” I said and started running.

I looked behind me as I started, and I saw the grin on his face before he took off after me.

He caught up easily, and we ran a quarter of the track without talking. Then he said, “I’m Jack, by the way.”

“I’m Krissy.”

“I’d shake your hand, but…” he let his voice trail off.

I laughed. “Maybe later.”

He laughed, too. “Definitely later.”

I looked over at him, and he was slowing down. I matched his pace. We were at the end of the park where there were a lot of trees and bushes. The soccer field wasn’t visible from the track there. In fact, no one could see them from where they were slowing down. He stopped and stood, facing me, hands on hips. I stopped and mimicked his pose.

We stood for a few moments, just looking at each other. And then all of a sudden, his face was inches from mine, and I was leaning in, and we were kissing.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his arms were around my waist. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I melted against him. His hands slid under my shirt in the back, and one moved up and unhooked my bra. I was a little surprised, but so turned on. I pulled back far enough that he could slide his hands between us and his hands found my breasts.

He pinched my nipples hard, and I moaned into his mouth. I brought one hand between us and pressed it against the front of his pants. I could feel him getting hard through his shorts, and I wanted to pull them down.

He broke our kiss, and we were both panting. He looked down at me. “Come home with me,” he said.

I looked up into his big brown eyes, felt his hard cock under my hand, and nodded.

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13 thoughts on “F is for Faithful #AtoZChallenge

  1. Wish he had the courage to come out of closet earlier. Better late than never. Thanks for visiting my blog.


  2. I’ve never intentionally read “erotica” before. Going through A to Z, I’m trying to read 3 new blogs each day, and to hit up a different genre/topic than usual, too. I like your writing style. Honestly, that’s what will keep me coming back as a reader more than subject matter. Nice work!

    (I’m on A to Z as Doesn’t Speak Klingon but WordPress doesn’t like it, so I can’t link it.)


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