Venis Nytes Writes

  Oil and Roses  (first draft sample) Why was she here? Sienna wondered silently for the fiftieth time this evening. Because the sex that would surely happen was great. It was better than great. It was fucking amazing. But the dude at the end of that amazing piece of flesh...not so much. Oh, don't get me wrong,  he is something sexy to look at and even drool over. So why was she here? In this shifty neighborhood in the middle of the night dressed in a seemingly simple dress and his favorite bra and panties? Because no one else knew her flesh, like him. Most guys damn neared nutted just being close to me. She pretty hot truth be told. Together, they make a stunning couple. But beyond that...nothing. After a very short time, however, that new relationship smell and the veil of giddiness lifted and they saw each other for who they were. Not compatible in the daylight hours. They tried to fight the inevitable, make it work. But they are not a couple. They are high octane sex....

  THE STORY BEHIND THE STORY What happened to Ginnie... After I wrote part three, intending it to be a short story for the Kissing in the Rain Collection, I got stuck. Like bogged down, I had no idea which way I was going with the story. I did not have a plan; I am a pantser. Yeah, I know you pro writers are laughing, but this is what happened to Ginnie. I couldn't make my initial thought come together. Then I read something online about things authors hate to read. High and several times on the list was about cheating husbands and initially, I was considering that. Even though I honestly don't like that either. I have trouble watching movies and series about it. I struggled through season 1 of Dr. Foster on Netflix and still haven't brought myself to finish season 2. The writing is great, it is just one of those things. So like I was saying I was stuck. Like tires in the mud. The story came to a screeching halt. I was so stuck I had run out of ideas of how to move the stor...

  Gwendolyn  Part 3 2 weeks later... Dr. Phan stood at her large picturesque window as Ginnie sat taking notes. Moments later Dr Phan went to sit behind her desk. She picked up the phone and called the receptionist's desk. "Please have Jonathan come to my office. " She said before hanging up. A soft knock came a few moments later as Ginnie gathered her purse and briefcase.  She was just standing as he entered the office. "Come on in Jonathan.  This is Gwendolyn Parkes, she will be joining our team. She will be working with your team as a liason for us non tech people while her primary function  will be working with our patients as they come into the facility as an intake specialist.  Can you please show her around the facility?" "Sure boss! Anything to get out of real work!" He said jokingly "Right this way Miss ..." "Parkes" Ginnie answered "Gwendolyn Parkes" she extended her hand. He shook her hand firmly. " Jonatha...

  Ginnie  Part 2 "Miss Parkes, you can go in now!" The receptionist's megawatt smile greeted Gwendolyn as she passed the high marble desk. " Dr. Phan will be right in to see you. Please make yourself comfortable." Ginnie could tell by the receptionist's demeanor that she actually liked her job. Ginnie just hoped that she was making the right decision as the receptionist stepped out of the room pulling the door closed behind her. Smoothing her pencil skirt for the 50th time,  she looked down at the brochure that was now crumpled from her nervousness.  The door opened moments later and a smartly dressed women bustled into the room hanging her lab coat on a hook and positioning herself behind the beautiful oak and glass desk. Pressing a button on her desk the blinds opened behind her exposing a floor to ceiling window. Through the window Ginnie could see the beautifully manicured lawn. A gorgeous expanse of grass led down to a crystal blue lake. If she had a be...

  This story was originally going to be part of the Kissing in the Rain short story collection but ended up being removed and is its own novel under a different name. Since you have stuck with me this long, you can read the first chapter in its entirety on my website venisnytes.com! Ginger (Snap) Part 1 (first draft) ************** After finishing her set, Velvet Kitty left the stage, glistening with sweat and glitter. She entered the shared dressing room area and walked up behind GingerSnap in her dressing cubicle. For no reason at all, except to amuse herself, she decided to yank GingerSnap's ponytail and laugh. "Stop pulling my hair, you bitch!" Ginger screamed as she tried to push Velvet off of her. Ginger was so sick of these triflin' hoes. Someone was always up on her, trying to fight her or steal her stuff. Why was she still going through this? She had enough money to relocate, to bounce from this fray of sex and sin. No matter how nice and upscale it was. At t...

  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...