For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

Z is for Zipper

I’ve definitely written about zippers for Z before, because there just aren’t that many kinky things that begin with the letter z. A zipper can be when you take a rope and attach it to your body in a line with clothespins or similar, and then pull the rope like a zipper to yank the clothespins off. It’s hot when done well. The pain is phenomenal. But there are the more mundane zippers. In this story, enjoy a mundane zipper put in a sexual light.

If you’re just joining me for A to Z, maybe even catching up late like I will be, feel free to skip around to my other A to Z posts! Most of them are standalone and can be read in any order, and check out the other things I’m writing! I have several longer-form stories, a few published novels, and even some pictures! And please, please leave me a comment so I can come visit as I’m catching up and reading others’ blogs!

“You’re supposed to be working,” he says.

“I know,” I say, looking up at him. I am supposed to be working. That is, supposedly, why I am sitting in his apartment instead of mine. I wasn’t able to concentrate in my own apartment with my annoying roommate. But in his roommate-less apartment, I would be able to get my work done.

“Why aren’t you?” he asks.

I try to shrug like it’s no big deal, but the reason is actually that I can’t stop looking at him. Zach has been my friend for over a year, and we’re both single, but there has never been anything between us. We’ve never talked about it. He’s never hinted at being interested in me, and I have never thought of him that way. But right now, I can’t help it.

While I was working, he took a shower, and when he came out of the bathroom, he was just wearing a pair of jeans that are snug around his hips. He’s not even wearing a shirt. He has a towel in his hand, and he’s drying his hair, which is just long enough for me to run my fingers through. I want to know what it feels like to touch his hair.

I try to remember ever seeing him without his shirt on before. I don’t think I have. He’s in good shape, but he doesn’t have six-pack abs or anything. But he does have a scar running down the middle of his chest. It looks too straight and even to be an accident. I want to touch it.

I realize that he asked me a question, and I’m just sitting here, staring at his chest. And he’s just standing there smirking at me. Does he realize the effect he is having on me?

I clear my throat, and try to get words to come out. “I’m, uh, distracted.”

“I thought that’s why you came over here, so you wouldn’t be distracted.”

“I-I did,” I say.

“But,” he prompts.

I clear my throat again. “I, um, I’m distracted.”

I see a droplet of water drip off of his hair, onto his shoulder, and make its way down his chest. My eyes follow it as it trails all the way down to the zipper on his jeans. His eyes follow mine, that smirk playing on his lips. “Gee, what’s distracting you?” he teases.

“That zipper,” I whisper.

“What about it?” he whispers back. He takes a few slow steps forward so he’s standing right in front of me. I have to crane my neck back to look up into his eyes.

“There was a, uh, drop of water, that went under your zipper.”

“And you’re offering to, what, dry me off?”

“Is that what you want?” I ask.

He looks down at me, and then reaches out and helps me to my feet. His lips are dangerously close to mine. “I am going to give you a choice.” I can feel his breath on my lips, and it makes me tingle. “If you want to see what’s under that zipper, you go right ahead, but if you do, I promise that you will not get any more work done tonight. Or, you can sit back down, and I’ll go get us some dinner and let you get your work done. The choice is yours.”

My heart slams in my chest as I look up at him, and then I reach for his zipper.

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That’s it for A to Z! If you had any favorite stories that you’d like to continue, let me know in the comments! I’m always looking for ideas on what to write next.

Our usual blog schedule is

• Tuesdays: backlog of TMI Tuesday posts from both myself (Jayden) and Richard
• First Wednesday of the month: Insecure Writer’s Support Group
• Fridays: A sexy story inspired by what I’m reading right now
• Sunday: A review of what I’m reading right now (mostly Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake series, though a few other books sneak in from time to time!)

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