Stories

Author's Note: First real foray into kink writing for years. Any feedback greatly appreciated! It was late in the day by the time I had arrived at Eve’s home. Bathed in orange glow of sunset, the white walls of her term-time residence didn’t look too enticing. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I couldn’t really hear most of it in the rumble of coffee shop atmosphere, but Eve sounded breathy. “Come to my place. I’ve got a surprise for you.” ...

Author's Note: This story is for all of you that have encouraged to me to write a “short” story. I realize my other story Kari’s Journey is a long one but it is designed to be that way. This story is going to come to a conclusion much, much sooner I promise. After all the reality is this story is based on actual events that really happened. So enjoy part one and as always, comments are greatly appreciated. ...

Author's Note: The old truth applies: Be careful what you ask for… This is not (quite) a true story, but it is one that could happen and most parts of it has actually happened. It has the element of consent in it, but from the perspective that consent is given once and can’t then be withdrawn until terms have been met. Where the story references real events, names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. ...

Author's Note: This story was based on three pix from various artists at DA. Since then, I’ve recreated those images myself, using 3D art. These image can be found at Deviant Art, under the name TrystlsInk. My Trystl page has been permanently banned. The Visionsofdarkness website may also have a copy. Chapter 1 - The Perfect Boss I was a real person once, with a life that was (at least partially) my own. ...

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depicting ones of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...

First Try Where do I begin? What do you say when someone you’ve loved your entire life does something like this? It’s crazy and mean and spiteful! I can’t believe she… I’m rambling, but… have to start somewhere. I only have so much time to get this done. I wish I could erase but I can’t. I wasn’t given an eraser. She told me not to cross anything out. I guess that’s part of the plan. I don’t know why. I wasn’t given much instruction. All I know is that I have to write this story about my life… and about my sister. ...

Kara Brandt paced nervously about her apartment, pine floors creaking under the restless rata-tat-tat of her heels. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen, back to the living room. Sit down, pick up a magazine, read for ten seconds, up pacing again. She stopped herself from nibbling at her perfectly manicured nails. She almost convinced herself to run to the store for a pack of cigarettes - god she must be nervous - what was it, five years since the last time she had had a smoke? ...

Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change. ...

Day 1. “There. That’s the last bag.” She said as she put the large carry bag in the small SUV. “I just wish I would have got my new suit.” “Yeah, me too… I mean I wish you had you new suit too.” He quickly corrected following Karen’s strange look. As they were about to leave, a delivery truck stopped in front of their house. Karen became all smiles and rushed to the driver, signing the papers and taking three boxes, quickly ripping it open. Phil joined her. ...

Author's Note: First attempt at publishing one of my stories. Hope you enjoy. Karen became wet as she began walking out of the fancy building where she met with her editor. Mmm, she moaned slightly as she was walking to her car. Karen had always been into bondage since she was 12 years old. Now being 33, living on her own in a quiet farm town where everyone minded their business. She loved being out in the country, the smell of fresh air and open space, compared to working in the city. She couldn’t stand all the traffic, noise and rude people. Luckily for her she was a free lance writer and only checked in for one week every two months. Now to go home and celebrate with a few days of my devilish indulgence. No not chocolate or food related, more like steel, rope, tubes, electricity. What! You ask yourself could this beautiful single 33 year old brunette be into. Self bondage. Karen’s drive took her approximately 2 hours to get home. The road turned from city to suburbs to the open wilderness. She loved it and loved all the animals she had on her private ranch. As she pulled up to her driveway, she looked upon her huge 12 foot gates that surrounded the property. ...