Stories

Author's Note: Not recommended for the sane-minded person. Mi Lee nervously waited in the airport lounge for the international flight. She felt lucky in a number of ways, with the company sending her to a new country to work and covering main expenses. At the age of 19, it was a very rare opportunity. In her current office, her role was as a junior P.A. for one of the top managers. He seemed nice enough, but was a bit weird sometimes. Mi Lee couldn’t actually say why, but he made her feel uncomfortable. And being a petite (even for Chinese girl) and insecure young lady, she was scared to react. ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. _How can we learn to love the light if we’ve never been in the dark? The story seems pretty dark and sad in the first part, but please, be patient. The main character is deaf, so every sentence written _like this* means that someone is using sign language.* 1: “Magda, please, I need the report about the north Bolivian weather”, said the note on my desk. A message from Maria, my boss. She must had left it there while I was on the bathroom. We both worked in a company dedicated to build big infrastructures like bridges, stadiums, dams, and so on, all around the world. We both were engineers, and we did pretty much the same work, but she had a bigger salary because she arrived here early and she was the boss. That month we had to travel to Bolivia for a new mountain road, and she was affraid it would very likely rain a lot. She was right. My desk was in front of her office’s door, which had a lot of glass and the curtains used to be open, so she always knew when I was siting or not. ...

Part One It was a little after four when the door of my hotel room opened. A perfectly manicured hand lifted the blindfold from the inner doorknob and quietly closed the door. I put down the book I was reading: BILL, THE GALACTIC HERO, and waited. She opened the door and confidently walked in, wearing the padded leather over her eyes. She pulled a small wheeled suitcase behind her. After locking the door, she quickly removed her blazer, blouse and skirt: carefully pacing them on top of her suitcase. Then she stood, facing the room…. ...

Monday Brooke and Ashley were lovers. Brooke was a bit of a tomboy, but not butch. Slim in stature with pointy breasts and short blonde hair, she could catch the eye of most men, not that she wanted to anymore. Now that she found Ashley, being with her was all that mattered now. She dressed casual with low heels or cowboy boots, shirts and jeans or sometimes leather pants. She wore minimal makeup, and would wear dresses and high heels only on special occasions like a wedding. She had a take charge attitude that Ashley loved, and although they were equals in the relationship, Ashley deferred to Brooke for most of the decision-making, trusting her to make the right choice in any given situation. ...

Author's Note: Silent Street is one of the ancient thoroughfares in the town of Ipswich in Suffolk, England. No one knows for certain how the name came about, but one theory is that, during an outbreak of plague in 1665, the death toll amongst the residents of this street was particularly high, and thereafter the area fell ‘silent’. This story, however, gives a more modern twist as to why the name might be apt! ...

Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver’s parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger’s horse. (She still hasn’t forgiven them.) She’s a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that’s almost always in “schoolgirl” braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape. ...

Author's Note: Finally got to finishing this. Tried a different direction to see where it goes. Apologies for the lack of a solid conclusion. decided to leave that to your imaginations. I have tried proofing this. But prior stories show I am not too good at that. Enjoy. I finished late and it was already past 7. It was Friday night and I was planning on going to a club or two now work had finished. The office where I work is in a quiet area of the city, the clubs being down the other end. ...

Author's Note: English is not my first language.Not even my second one. So please excuse me for the grammartical mistakes. The story is about long confinement, metal bondage and kidnap.if you are looking for a sex story you can look elsewhere. To be continued …. Chapter 1 Simi woke up with a bad headache and blurred vision. Her head was heavy and the room was dark.she could not remember anything. She tried to sit up but found out she was restrained. She was horrified. Her hands were bound over her head with some kind of metal handcuffs. Her legs were spread and bound in the same way. She has no idea how she came here. ...

Author's Note: Tried to see what I could do with basically just a monologue. Feedback is appreciated. “Mmmmmmph! Nnnnh? Eeeeh?!” “Yes, yes, of course! I’ll explain everything to you. Since you asked. Just so you know, I can’t understand a thing you’re saying through that gag. It’s one of my largest, you know. Strapped in there nice and tight like that, and held in by that hood, it really muffles and garbles everything but basic vowels. By the way, that hood fits you like a glove! Do I know how to pick them or what? With the laces cinched down, it’s like a second skin! The leather is so smooth. Very sexy on you, if you don’t mind me saying. I’m quite proud of myself for sizing you up so accurately.” ...

It was a bright, clear Sunday morning as Siona arrived at her therapist’s large country house, twenty minutes after she had phoned him to make the emergency appointment. Her therapist was called Dan, a good-looking man with black hair and sympathetic brown eyes, led her through to his consulting room, at the back of the house and invited Siona to sit in on the large black leather couch. Siona was comforted by the fact that even though she had only been in therapy for three weeks, Dan didn’t seem bothered about being disturbed at home on a Sunday. ...