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A Gift and a Challenge

It’s Her Way of Saying “Happy New Year”

You’ve surely seen this type of bracelet (Pixabay)
Simple bracelets are always in style, aren’t they? (Unsplash)

 

Wishing a very belated Happy New Year to all of my readers! May you have a great one!
… and welcome to this new series of stories!


 

Mel’s an old friend, just a friend (especially because she only likes girls) but a dear friend, and apparently this year would begin with her also being a Lady of Mystery.

She said, “I’ve got a New Year’s gift coming your way, but you won’t get it till the end of February. It’s something I’m having made for you, but don’t worry, it’s just a tchotchke. I know we don’t do presents, but it’s nothing to worry about, just a little thing. I was going to include a note when you received it, but I’m instead emailing you soon to explain it all, because I just learned it’s behind schedule and you’ll have to plan ahead.”

 

I didn’t know it then, but reality would again rule stranger than fiction, beginning with the following image embedded at the very top of her email.

Mockup from Miss Mel, Copyright © 2026 FiftyWrites™
Curiously, I read her detailed message:

 

Happy New Year, my dear! I know you’re not receiving my gift till late February, but too bad, I’m giving you a challenge for the ten remaining months of 2026!

You will be receiving 60 custom-made silicone bracelets, individually packaged in beautiful knit bags emblazoned with images of stars and constellations.

Fifty bags will be numbered 1-50. The rest are for you, your souvenir of what will hopefully become a delightful adventure.

As you can see from the above mock-up the bracelets will be in deep violet (your favorite!) encircled with bold hot pink text.

One side of these bracelets will read, “I Made Fifty Sweat”, the other, “Fifty Made Me Sweat” (each phrase bordered by kissy lips and other emojis, exactly which ones will remain a surprise… the attached mockup is only an idea.)

You are to get yourself into high gear, and find 50 ladies throughout the year to get sweaty with… and by getting sweaty I don’t mean on a run or in the gym, unless you fuck in the gym!

My small artistic creations shall become the ultimate Numbered Limited Edition gift for each lady- although only a token, it will become a Badge of Honor of sorts, an absolute Collector’s Item.

The magic is that when you gift it, it’s not labeling a Lady as #47. It’s a collectible gift commemorating your adventure together, no matter how casual. And who knows? Maybe #23 and #24 will receive theirs at the same time (wink!), and clink them together in celebration, like making a champagne toast. But don’t forget to do the same, with the bubbly!

Maybe #14 will want you to write anonymously about your shared extreme adventure. Maybe #17 will want absolute silence but then the bracelet will serve as your silent shared memory, a secret physical wink and nod, enveloped in a shhhh.

In fact, I imagine with some word-of-mouth (us women talk, ya know), these bracelets will become a cult phenomenon, once ladies realize the panache of being one of the select few in the entire world to own one of these copulation-commemorating beauties!

I could only imagine being #1, or #50, or some other milestone number… You know my exclusive predilection for the ladies, otherwise I might have snagged #50 for myself, to celebrate your accomplishments! (But I’ll settle for a glass of wine and some storytelling.)

Can you imagine when you get to # 50, Fifty? Your special number!

These are truly something that money can’t buy. Rare. Soon to be sought after. I would go so far as to say that you should try to award one of these in each U.S. state, but I can’t imagine the cost or time required, or even the logistics, so I won’t make that a requirement, LOL.

Give it a thought, but I am serious. Get to it!

PS- Can you tell I was highly inspired? LOL

PPS- I went out on a limb and purchased the domain name “Fiftys50.com”, if you think that addition makes the gift too big, versus our no-gift policy, you can send me the ten bucks, LOLZ. As soon as you tell me how, I’ll transfer it to you and you’ll of course have to make it your own.

Love,
Mel

(Mel is not her real name.)

 


 

I sat there pondering that for a while. I’m still pondering it. Yes, I have friends and hedonistic friends and fans of my writing, and a certain network of people across these worlds, but… the real world is the real world. Even the hedonistic world has a real world.

I’ve met ladies, ummm, intrigued by my writing, and although I have a nice following across my sites, my writing does not reach untold millions.

Then again, I do know that people go to lengths for a schtick, for a tradition, for something cult, or trivial and wacky… like going to the Middle of Nowhere Nevada just to visit the Clown Motel- which lets face it, is a standard roadside motel lined with creepy clown dolls and decor… but it has panache, and it’s famous for being famous, and haunted. And yes, I want to go to there.

As far as symbolic physical objects, how many people have feverishly sought out items that are collectibles, or cult items, or you’ve-gotta-have-it-just-because items?

Like rushing to buy the Special Limited Edition of that video game because it comes with the commemorative coin, mouse pad or t-shirt that the Standard Edition does not? Or, standing in line on National Record Day, hoping to cop one of their ten promised available copies of that LP that will be stamped in red vinyl instead of black?

 

What’s the hedonistic equivalent of a gotta-have-it collector’s item?

 

What’s the hedonistic equivalent of a gotta-have-it collector’s item?

Mel seems to think her bracelets, combined with my lush, dirty mind (her words) will achieve this kind of status. Easy for her to say! Even if I were a male model, I think 50 ladies would be a pie-in-the-sky goal.

But you know what? Instead of focusing on the destination, I’ll focus on the journey. We’ll see where I get by New Year’s Eve, lol. “Body count” and age (legal, of course) are just numbers, right?

I guess time will tell. But as I ponder, Mel is waiting impatiently, and checking Fiftys50.com daily, lol. You can check it out, too.

Maybe I’ll see you on the other side? I’ll have plenty of bracelets. 🙂

 


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