Fantasy Ink Novels & Stories

When I unfold the letter, I wish it were a check. Instead, I see the handwriting I have come to dread. [You are quite good at hiding, Printsessa.]

Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog, ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

OK time to meet Jenny. I walked out of the dinning room. PS: I don't need to tell you everything. I knocked on Jenny's door, if you are wondering how I reached there, well, that was when you were reading the PS stuff. I'm I funny or what?, I have a lot of humor. They call me 'The Funny King' 👑 "Arrh"she screamed and I held my ears Do you know how I reached there?, well, you were busy reading my thoughts while i was talking. You are doing the same now and I am talking

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

************************THE END************************************* Don't go away already. I have a lot of things to say. First, I will be updating character asthetics on I-G (the-fem-ink). Next, I would be releasing an author note in this book, announcing when the second part of the series will be live on the app. So don't remove it from your library and keep checking once in a while for any update. I will try to do it within this week.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent. Halfway through copying the spell she stopped and stared, checking her writing several times to see if she got everything down right. It was strangely beautiful handwriting, not as ancient as hierography but strange and delicate and fluid, reminding her of the Voynich's manuscript. Now she understood why this grimoire was among Vasilisa's great treasures. "I'm done." Cassandra held up the sheet of paper covered with her own imitation of the sorceress's handwriting. Vasilisa floated quickly to her side and took the paper then read it:

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

I bucked against her hand, moaning soft, my hand sliding down to her pussy again, rubbing her clit in return. She groaned, pushing her hips toward me, and we started moving together, our fingers working each other with our breaths mingling.. Fuck, I could get addicted to this, her body, her touch, the way she makes me feel so alive and wanted. She rolled on top of me fully now, her weight pinning me down, fingers pumping faster, her mouth latching onto my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Gonna make you cum one more time before we finish that ink," she muttered against my skin, her free hand pinching my nipple, twisting it just right.