Bodymod

Author's Note: Nina tries her hand at self-bondage. Naturally, things don’t go exactly as planned… Thanks to all who provided feedback and helped improving the story! It was time once again. Nina had left for the weekend two hours early because she was certain she would burst if she did not do something about the frustration that had accumulated over the working week. Especially about the sexual frustration: She’d left Robert almost four weeks ago and had not had sex since. It was not the case that no willing partner had offered himself though; on the contrary, there had been no shortage of advances since word had spread that she was ‘on the market again’. If she’d accepted all invitations for coffee, she probably would not have been able to sleep for weeks - the customary fate of an attractive woman working in a predominantly male domain. Then again, nerd biotope would probably be a more apt description; Nina could not fathom why many of her colleagues apparently tried hard to match the characters from ‘The Big Bang Theory’ in both appearance and habitus. Consequently, among her would-be consolers, there had been mostly consolation prizes, and not a single man she would have considered fit to satisfy her very special needs. Those which Robert had satisfied like none before him - and perhaps none after. ...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy the story. Emanual Caine, Magician Extraordinaire Erica and I were beating the odds in Las Vegas. We had hoped a plane Friday night after work and had been gambling 24/7 for the last four days. We had more than paid for the trip with plenty left over. Our biggest concern as always was how to hide the winnings from the IRS when we returned to the Corporate Chaos that awaited us next Monday. The casinos were comp’ing everything under the sun in an attempt to recoup their losses. But it seemed we were unstoppable as the chips rolled in hand over fist. Erica had just rolled snake eyes at the craps table to the applause and dismay of the cheering crowds. She had been on a roll literally for the last hour with so-called “beginners-luck”. High rollers were dropping thousands with each throw and the money just kept flowing. ...

Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;) The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same. ...

Part 1 Jane The ship was ancient, even by The Empire’s standards. Yet more startling than its age, was that it was still active. Its computer systems lived, its air circulated, the hull whole. After millions of years lost, adrift, even the hull should decay due to the very half life of its atoms, but no. The hull was hale and healthy, it even shined with a gleam of newness. ...

Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Chapter 1 - M Meets Z M met Z entirely by chance. Her profile seemed direct, but simple. Very little embellishment and only a single picture. M had been casually looking around the site, his intent not necessarily to find anything or anyone, but merely exploration; to set upon a path of discovery to learn more from the “horses mouth” so to speak. He couldn’t foresee how such a simple profile could lead him down a rabbit’s hole that would completely and irrevocably change his life. Yet, there was something compelling about the simple statements in the journal that nudged him to make contact. Z wanted a subject to blackmail. ...