The Yoke and the Horn
Janis was the last one through the door of the silo, and she knew it before anyone said a word.
Cinder Coda
Writing from CT, usually late at night with iced americano year-round. Expect Anal and BDSM with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and the morning after. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. 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 Cinder Coda
Equinox Morning
Ben woke up with a crick in his neck and a stone floor printing its pattern into his hip.
After the Marathon
"You snore a little."
The Longest Almost
Ada moved into the apartment above the workshop in September, twenty-eight years old and tired of cities.