Venis Nytes Writes

 

  THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY MENDING FENCES At the time I wrote mending fences, I had been reading a lot of steamy stories.  A. LOT. After doing some housework, when my mind always wanders, I asked my husband to give me names for 3 characters, two males and 1 female. I know. You are probably looking at the way I inconsistently wrote the numbers. I will do that from time to time. Sorry, not sorry. Grammarly will fix it later. Anyways, the idea was this. I had three names. I wanted something with a double meaning, and I wanted to try my hand at writing 2 distinct male voices. For a first effort, I think I did ok. the story as it appears here is the original rough AF first draft. A slightly better version was put on Literotica, and omg, I got 29k views and over 4 stars rating. I was happy with that. I mean, wow, it was my first completed short story tested on an actual site. I was a little bit proud. I am not gonna lie. I put it on NSFWstories.com, and it was well-received too. I...

  MENDING FENCES a MMF short story (first draft) Note: after a pretty successful run on Literotica, it has now been expanded, edited and included in my erotic short story collection Kissing in the Rain  Here is a small sample of the story: Lysa sighed and walked out to sit on the back patio. The night air was crisp, and the leaves were just starting to turn colorful shades of orange and red. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the broken slat in the fence. It wasn't broken when she bought the house 3 weeks ago. The longer it sat like that, the more annoying it became. Lysa had attempted to contact the neighbors on the other side of the fence, but they were either avoiding her, or they were on totally different schedules. Stretching out on the rattan sofa, she put her feet up and wiggled her toes. The air felt so good on her feet after a long day in pumps and stockings. Again the missing slats in the fence beckoned, and she decided she would go over in the morning before she...

    VENIS NYTES WRITES  The Ties that Bind...Part 3  (first draft) (A visual inspired story in honor of #NationalBowTieDay) The cab dropped me off in front of a swanky high rise owned by some deep-pocket company with their name emblazoned on the heavily ornate metal doors manned by 2 beefy doormen. The earlier rain had subsided, but there was still the occasional flickering of lightning competing to be seen amidst the thousands of lights of  Metropolis Prime. Shelly immediately intercepted me, like she had been waiting right next to the door. She handed me a glass of champagne and proceeded to encourage me to do a twirl so she could see all 360 degrees of my fabulous self.  She smiled approvingly, bobbing her head up and down. "You look stunning!" She said and grabbed my hand to lead me to the company table. "You look ravishing yourself, " I complimented back as we made our way through the crowd of expensive suits and dresses.   What?... this old thing...

    VENIS NYTES WRITES  The Ties that Bind ...   part 2 (first draft) (A visual inspired short story in honor of #NationalBowTie Day) The sound of sirens, horns blaring, and animated chatter float into my ears and attempt to tease me awake. The usual Saturday morning sounds of the metropolis I am now calling home. Lower Metropolis, to be exact. I resist the notion of waking up and protest by squeezing my eyes shut tighter. The window . I mumble to myself. I must have left the window open to the balcony.  Crap, I don't want to get up yet. I whine to myself.    Why can't I just think it shut or wave my hand.  I am not tired really, I am sated. I am off from work, and  I just don't have any pressing issues right now. The bed is so comfy. Besides, I am still feeling the lingering effects of last night. With a smirk and my eyes still closed, I halfheartedly flick my wrist outward. Nothing. Yeah, like that shit's gonna work.  I think to myself...

    VENIS NYTES WRITES  The Ties that Bind ...  part 1 (first draft) (A visual inspired short story in honor of #NationalBowTie Day) I made eye contact with  him 3 evenings ago as we passed on the street. The smell of his cologne wafted through the damp air and clung inside my nostrils like invisible tentacles reaching between us. His heart sped up just slightly in that brief encounter, and I knew he was hooked. I kept walking, slightly faster, taking the decision away from him to pursue me into the rush of the after-work crowd coming out of the epicenter of glass and steel in downtown Metropolis Prime. 2 days ago, I found myself in the same coffee spot as him and flashed him a smile that was intriguing and shy.  Okay, who am I kidding? I placed myself at the same coffee house he frequented regularly. He was standing by the creamer bar. What a coincidence?  he thought as he looked up and spotted me. Simultaneously lifting the liquid to his mouth. The w...