© 2006 sam

Fanny Wong: When “F” means Freaky (1)

All characters and events in this story — even those based on real people — are entirely fictional. All voices are impersonated… poorly in your head. The following story may contain disgusting or explicit ideas and due to its content it should not be read by anyone.

Hello, my name is Fanny. When I was four years old, my mother sent me to a special school. She always said that I am a special child. Her angel from heaven. Me being a special kid was permanently confirmed when my teacher also told me that I am a very special kid.

When I was five, my dad gave me a Walkman for Christmas. I picked up singing almost instantly when he put on the Barney sing-along tape. Since then, I’d never left my walkman alone. I have the ability to sing it all out and loud. I have talent. My teacher said so. She said I sing like an angel. When my teacher said that… I knew that I am really the angle of music. Like my mother said, I’m godsent from the heavens.

I sang in the school. I sang in the school bus. I sang in the school toilet. I sang everywhere I went. I am the angel of music. I was the most special one among the special children in the special school.

I had my first boyfriend when I was eight. His name was Ken. My dad brought him back on the night of my birthday. Ken and I blew out the candles together after my parents and I sang the Birthday song. It was such a wonderful night with Ken. He had a sweet voice and his eyes were captivating.

Mum said boys and girls should not sleep together. So I would sing and play with Ken after school and I would just send Ken home at night. I swear we never had anything special until…

Chapter 2


  1. jack separuh
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 3:21 pm | #

    until I found out Ken had a girlfriend. And Ken was having problems with her. Meanwhile I have a good friend who is my neighbour. She saw Ken and she happens to like playing with Ken too. So sometimes I will invite her to come over so we can play with Ken together.

    But unknown to me, it was the beginning of Ken’s trouble… and also mine. My neighbour was beginning to get obsessed with Ken. She insisted Ken was hers and she starting to make plans about how we should be playing with Ken. She even found a new home for Ken in her house. That way she can play with Ken as and when she likes.

    I have to make some plans to stop that. But I was also begining to have feelings for Ken. I also found out that Ken was not happy with Barbie…. Ken felt he needed to go on a holiday to clear his mind. So I suggested that we go and visit the MATTA fair for some holiday discounts. I can get a cheap ticket to a exotic location and I can pack Ken in my hand carry luggage. It would be an excellent idea….

  2. Posted September 23, 2006 at 3:27 pm | #

    The problem was, I didn’t know it’s dangerous to share toys with others.

    Even if the others are my friends. Soon, Ken was used and could not perform as well as a new toy anymore.

    So I thought being in an exotic location will make it easier for me to fix Ken’s problem. Just me and him, with loads of hand lotion.

    We have both discovered that it was indeed fun to do that, we tried out different hand motions and grips. Ken had to agree, I am the angel, and I can play with my hands well.

    However, when we had to fly back home, I realise more trouble awaits…

  3. jack separuh
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 3:35 pm | #

    but it was more or less my mistake. I was too excited about my outing with Ken. I met 2 of my friends, Cindy and Tasha in school and I shared my little adventure to them. Little did I know news of our little escapade was becoming a public affair….

  4. AlphaetOmega
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 3:59 pm | #

    So I decided to go to Phuket on my own.

    Well, not on my own but my Baxter. Bax, I call him.
    Bax and I met a few months ago in the backroom where old newspapers were kept. We kept bumping into each other.

    So one day I decided to give him the kiss of the angel of music. He didn’t complain. We progressed to the hand of the angel of music. I think he liked it.

    The trouble is, Bax has a GF. So he had to make up a story about going back to see his great-granduncle. I went ahead and waited for him. His arrival at the Phuket airport made me very happy.

    That night, we loved each other 5 times. He was a virgin. But his enthusiasm for the honey of angels made up for his lack of experience.

  5. Sam
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:03 pm | #

    OMG. You guys are so freaking imaginative as far as sex is concerned… my idea for the second chapter is not like that at all… Yikes!!! Euuuwwww….

  6. Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:04 pm | #

    One thing I didn’t tell Bax, was that I had no transport to the new Faraway airport. Since I need him to conserve energy for our Phuket trip, I have decided to make use of my best friend.

    He sent me to the airport in the wee hours of the morning.

    And I am so thankful of him, but I don’t think he will enjoy my hand of the angel of music.

  7. Sam
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:08 pm | #

    This is getting disgusting. Stop polluting my blog! Wait for the second chapter. Please keep your fantasy (or your adventure if it is real) to yourself. 🙂

  8. AlphaetOmega
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:09 pm | #

    Over the three days of sun, beach and sand, we loved each other like 20 times.

    He was very happy. But I wasn’t so happy.

    The honey of the angels was smelling a little fetid. When I went to pee-pee it burned.

    I wanted to tell my mum, but I was afraid. She could give me the tight hand of God instead.

    Ken, Ken, why have you forsaken me?

  9. Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:11 pm | #

    Thus Ends Chapter One…

  10. Sam
    Posted September 23, 2006 at 4:15 pm | #

    Good god it ended… phew.

  11. Posted September 24, 2006 at 1:02 pm | #

    Chapter Two Continues…

  12. Sam
    Posted September 24, 2006 at 1:55 pm | #

    Oh Oh…

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