Felt Tips

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FELT TIPS – The World’s Greatest Charity Anthology of Office-Supply-Related Erotica!

Please congratulate all our fine FELT TIPS writers when you see them on Twitter. They donated their time and talents to this charity anthology. Because of them, some kids who couldn’t afford new school supplies and some down-on-their-luck parents who can’t afford work clothes will be getting a hand from our one-handed read.


Jenny Lyn – Indelible
Karen Booth – Taking Dictation
Karen Stivali – Hard at Work
Heather Cole – The Saint of Office Hell
Blacksilk – Of Silver, Sin, and School Desks
Brittany Lawrence – Mine
Eric Andrew Satchwill – What Is It, Suzie?
Gwen Marie Porter – My New Office Chair
Amber Lin – Proof
Jason Darrick – Stapled
Kelly Jamieson – Getting Down to Business
AmyBeth Inverness – In the Closet
Rebecca Stewart – Special Delivery
Marie Wright – The Drawing
Sopphey Vance – Down to the Point
Lynne Silver – Doing it Write
Jillian Boyd – Mark Me
Shoshanna Evers – Tape
Alyssa Linn Palmer – Vee
Sandra Bunino – The Fountain Pen
Antonio Angelo – Trust Me
Lela Gwenn – Whiteboard
Xander Grimm – The Night Shift
Kiki Snow – The Benefits of Multitasking
R. Brennan – Routine Maintenance
Maxine Marsh – The Boss
Cara Ellyn – Private Message
Erin Danielle – All Marked Up
Lucy Felthouse – A Stroke of Peach
Anya Winter – The Server
Diana Cruz – A Rough Night at the Office
Emily Cale – A Planned Encounter
Patricia Correll – Theo’s Donation
Morgan Sierra – The Motion of the Ocean
Candice Bundy – Open Rack
K. Fish – The Antique
Memory Scarlett – Silky & Silvered
Michelle Ribaric – All Work & No Play
Stella Harris – Turnabout
Juliana Sliema – Caught
Jade Adkins – Embrace the Strength Inside
Amanda Fletcher – What Happens at STAPLES
Allie Sanders – Love Letters
Tiffany Reisz – Teacher’s Pet


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Eleanor had always been a sucker for stationery, since before she even knew how to spell the word. So when she got a part-time job at her local stationery store, it was a dream come true. As well as being able to stack shelves full of sticky notes and sparkly stickers, she got staff discount, too!

The discount came in very handy, as Eleanor was a mature (she was only 30, but they classed it as mature, much to her chagrin) art student and every penny was vital.

A couple of months into her employment, Eleanor was excited to finally discover what lay behind the mysterious door next to the staff room – another store room! The main one on the ground floor was where their deliveries were dropped off and stored, and for the most part it was big enough to hold everything. But as she flung open the door to the upstairs warehouse, Eleanor could understand why it was used as infrequently as possible. After all, who wants to lug boxes of stock up two flights of stairs?

The place was virtually abandoned. And yet, when Eleanor stepped inside, she felt like a child in a sweet shop. There were boxes dotted around the room, which had clearly been brought up here and forgotten about. Well, not any more.

She’d been given orders to find out what was in the upstairs warehouse, get it price stickered and put out on the shop floor. Her boss’ comment had been “Well, it’s not putting any money in the till from up there, is it?”

She rubbed her hands together and grinned. There was nothing she liked more than a project. And stationery, of course. So now she’d been presented with a task that encompassed both, she was one happy woman.

She set to work, opening boxes and discovering what goodies lay within. There were lots of odds and ends – single envelopes, lonely tubes of glitter, torn packets of crepe paper; but they could go onto the clearance shelf. Someone would buy them. In fact, if Eleanor allowed herself to admit it, she’d probably buy some of it for herself. She smiled ruefully. At least she was a sucker for collecting stuff she could actually use – imagine if she’d been a fan of porcelain dolls or garden gnomes! What would be the point?

Eleanor worked away, moving boxes closer to the door so she’d know which ones she’d already checked, and what was still to be uncovered.

As she opened yet another box, she was hit by the unmistakeable scent of strawberries. Frowning, she tugged back the flaps and quickly spotted the culprit. A scented gel pen had burst, its fragrance released for all the world to smell.


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