Non-Consensual

Author's Note: This is a speculative fiction novel with some darker content set in the relatively near future. Some might call it dystopian but others might argue that the picture it paints is quite attractive to a BDSM audience. The story draws on the ideas of a number of mid to late twentieth century sci-fi authors including Philip K Dick and William Gibson. The title is a homage to Robert A Heinlein’s sexy protagonist ‘Friday’ and the story is largely told in the first person by two submissive women who inhabit different worlds, though others contribute as the plot develops. In this respect I enjoy the style of Iain M Banks, developing characters and sub-plots in isolation and then gradually allowing different stories to collide. ...

Part I Flying is just not fun. The security lines, the delays due to weather/crew/the airlines just hating you and wanting to screw up your day even more. It’s just not fun. And sadly, I do way too damned much of it. I own my own company (web-based merchant), and it seems like I’m always on the road for a meeting, to check out a new supplier, to try to find a bank that understands that I’m not going to put myself out of business meeting their credit terms. So over the past 5 years, I’ve racked up better than 100K miles in the air each and every year. ...

Author's Note: Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback. I also welcome E-mails to [email protected] and will always answer. Part 1 “The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her. “Okay, naked, completely naked.” “Is that all?” I asked. “No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “I’m not saying just now, I’ll save my other choices as a surprise,” she said. ...

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves as two white ghosts moved slowly along the dark road. A pirate, a skeleton and a witch approached from the other direction on the opposite side of the road walking at a brisker pace. All except the tall ghost were carrying plastic containers. That carried by the short ghost was in the shape and color of a ripe pumpkin. It was Halloween and they were all out trick-or-treating, going door-to-door demanding candy. The two ghosts were a man and a girl, but not father and daughter as one might suppose, rather they were master and slave. ...

Author's Note: A short pony play story. I like writing ‘human animal’ stories but my Pony Reality story has come in for some criticism mainly because of the slow way I write. I thus set my self the challenge of writing a quick tale in only about six pages. Did it on my iPad over two evenings while away for a couple of days. I’m happy with it hope others are. ...

Author’s note: Well, what is it that they say? “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade”? I don’t know about that, but here’s what’s up. Those of you reading “A Long Weekend” know that my pc crashed, losing the next 5 chapters. I thought I’d burned a cd for “1st and Goal”, but can’t find it. Rather than moping around or trying to re-construct 1st & G, I’m pressing forward. Here’s something new. The first 8 of probably 14 chapters are complete. If you like, feel free to post a comment or contact me at [email protected] Thanks and Good Health, Ty. ...

Author's Note: She made the mistake of trusting someone. Now it’s too late to change her mind. She is has become dominated and dependent on a person who takes over her life and liberty. I keep saying to myself that all I need to do is to stay calm and I’ll be all right. Someone will come to get me soon. Can you believe this? I’m a prisoner in my own house, caught in a trap of her making and my complicity. A game I was drawn into that has gone seriously wrong. I feel that I can’t trust anyone again. I shift on the bed to get comfortable. It’s another vain hope; she has used specialist equipment to restrain me. ...

Part I Georgia had been more than happy to accept when Vincent, a wealthy young surgeon, invited her on a sailing and diving vacation on his boat. Today, he had gone ashore to visit a doctor friend at a hospital near where they were anchored. The brown-haired young nurse had the sailboat, out on the sunlit bay, to herself. Wearing only sunglasses and a pale blue bikini bottom, she had dozed off while working on her tan. ...

Author’s Note: This story is best read in the dark. October 18th Well Journal, I think I just may have had my final, real lucky break today. What’s that you ask? I’ve won something!? Yes, strange but true. The event? I’m part of a group that’s getting one week free at what is apparently the world’s best resort for kinksters the world over. That’s right, Underview resort! I know, interesting name. What’s really interesting though is that I’ve never heard of this place before. Neither has anyone else who have won the contest with me. Better list them out: Rhys, TJ, Steve, Reinette, Tiedash, Janey, and Slesia. I’m going to be staying with some of my friends from an online form at a resort where we can all indulge in our little fantasies and be free from prying eyes! This is all so cool! I think I’d better get some sleep. More to come. ...

Chapter 1 Tammy, a very educated 24 year old lawyer (soon to be married) had an awful verbal fight with her handsome young 23 year old boyfriend. She decided to get in her car and go for a ride to clear her mind. While driving for nearly 15 minutes, the rain became a monsoon and caused her to veer from the road and end up in a ditch. She began walking in the torrential downpour when she noticed an upscale community with multi-million dollar homes. As Tammy came up on the neighborhood she noticed one home that was still lit up it was already 1:00 AM and she saw the mailbox with the name of Mrs Joan Caldwell. Nervous and wet , Tammy figured she might as well knock on the door and get help and also get out of the rain. Her cell phone she forgot back at home and what good was that doing her now. Tammy softly knocked on the door when a woman in her mid 60’s came to the door in a robe and asked how she could help. Tammy explained her predicament and asked if she could contact her boyfriend by using a phone to call him. ...