The Wrong Pitch
I signed up for the retreat on a Tuesday night in March, half a bottle of wine in, and I remember thinking it would either fix my life or…
Birch Tale
Writing from London, usually late at night with strong coffee while writing. I mostly write in Toys & Masturbation, Anal, and Fetish, especially stories built around the slow seduction told over several separate evenings and people who work as architects or similar real-world trades. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Birch Tale
The Merging Room
The merger party was killing me.
Empty Seat
My son Lou had been gone to college for six weeks when I finally did something for myself, and I mean really for myself.
The Last Layover
I sat there in Terminal 1 with my laptop bag and my little roller case and listened to the fluorescent lights hum, and I thought, well…