Little Snippet Pt. 1 (m/f)

[ColdFire]

Before the story, a little background. In grade school (K-3) I played a game called Boys vs. Girls, which is basically Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, etc except that it involved my entire class and maybe the school (it was a small school), and the game didn’t stop once school was out for the day. Nobody actually got tied up, but a lot of perp walking happened, with the boys holding the girls’ hands behind their backs and escorting them to the designated “prison”. The game was entirely one-sided. The boys would run around trying to capture the girls, and the girls would try to evade capture. And that was the extent of my TUGs… is what I would say if I didn’t recently remember some proper TUGS. Keep in mind, these all happened when I was in single digits, no older than 10 (I’m now 23), so they won’t be in order and probably not 100% accurate, as they’re already pretty fuzzy. These also aren’t TUGs in the same sense as others. They didn’t last very long, and they never happened one-on-one, they were always in public where everyone around knew the participants (me and the girl).
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Every year, my school would hold a festival, which is basically a Halloween carnival where the students, parents, and teachers would all put on their costumes and play carnival type games. I don’t remember what I was that year, but I’m pretty sure my friend, whom I will call Nicole, was wearing blue jeans with a white tshirt and a light green hoodie. I was walking around, checking out the booths when I saw another kid walking around in a SWAT team costume with plastic flashbangs and a pair of handcuffs. Because this was a small school, everyone knew each other, so I asked him to let me borrow the handcuffs, which he did, and I disappeared into the crowd.

At this point in time, I already knew that I liked the feeling of overpowering girls and restraining them, and because of the game we played, I knew exactly who I wanted to handcuff: Nicole. Nicole was a good 3 inches taller than me (I was pretty short and still am), with fair brown skin, black hair, and perpetually sad looking eyes. I walked around looking for her and found her waiting at the back of some line. I snuck up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She turned around and I had a devilish smile on my face and gestured for her to look down. When she saw the handcuffs the look in her eyes went from surprise to confusion to worry and then acceptance. She sighed and turned back around. I took this as her giving me permission to lock her in, so I grabbed her left arm and pulled it behind her back. I slapped the first cuff on, and my heart instantly started beating fast. I reached for her other arm and at this point my heart started to beat a mile a minute and my hands started to get shaky. Before putting the other cuff on, I twisted it so that the chain was a little shorter than intended and finished up. When she felt the second cuff close, she turned back to face me.

I’m sure we had some kind of conversation, but again this happened years ago so I don’t really remember and I’m most likely reaching for the details as I’m writing this right now. Anyway, we were no where near the front of the line, and I didn’t particularly care what it was for, I just wanted to cuff her. We stood there in line for what felt like 15 minutes, which I’m pretty sure was most likely 2 minutes, and I never left her side. Partly to make sure that nothing happened to her, partly because I liked being close to her, and partly because I wanted to shield her from any on-lookers that might ask questions. So of course one of her friends (who was a younger sister of another girl I constantly preyed on) decided it was time to talk to her.

I don’t know what they were saying, but at some point I’m sure the friend noticed something was up. I was standing closer to Nicole than normal and she wasn’t gesturing or using her hands for anything. When she noticed what it was, she immediately called me out, saying something along the lines of “If you don’t let her out right now, I’m telling your mom.” Which of course is a standard threat for people our age, but regardless I let her out immediately. There was no way I was going to let my mom know what I did and that I liked doing it, so I did as I was told. (It’s also worth mentioning that all the girls in my class, and maybe the school, all knew or suspected my interests and as far as I knew never told any adult). After I released Nicole, I probably apologized and disappeared among the crowd once again.
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That’s the end of part 1! I say “part 1” but the stories are basically a series of one-shots that don’t happen in any particular order, just moments that popped up. If y’all want another one, just let me know. And yes, I know that I wrote a hecking essay for a moment that didn’t last very long, that’s just how I write. If you want me to cut down for future stories, just let me know and I’ll try to make them more concise.

[Killua]

Nice little story.
Your style of writing suits the story. If you would make it shorter it would miss something. I like stories that are well described a lot more than those rushed stories that basically only saying "well I handcuffed a girl in a crowd for 2 minutes before I had to let her go" that would be just boring. So keep going with your style of writing. And don't forget it is YOUR story, so you decide how you want to tell it, and you should do it in the way you are the most comfortable with.

[JohnnyRockets]

This is a nice story, and you definitely shouldn't change your writing style - it's the little details you relate that make it interesting!
Would love to read more of your work.

[takeru]

Gotta agree that filling in details from other related parts of life helps keep the story flowing. Definitely a cute little story!

That said, another way to write it out could be to add in fictional details to create something of your own accord, part real, part fictional, depends on how much you yourself enjoy writing