The Cold Swim
The train from Visp climbs into the mountains like it can't decide whether it wants to make it, and I spend the whole ride refreshing the…
Heather Phrase
Writing from Australia, usually late at night with negronis and cold brew. Most of my posts live in Erotic Couplings, Romance, and First Time. I have a soft spot for one night only, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Heather Phrase
The Missing Bishop
So there I am, five forty in the morning, standing in a field of lavender in a two-thousand-pound suit, and I want to tell you I felt…
When Love Creeps In
I wake up slow, the way you only do when you slept really well, and for a second I don't know where I am.
The Conference Bottle
The Olympus Hotel smells like carpet cleaner and ambition, and I drag my suitcase across the lobby at seven on a Sunday night, already…
dust and desire
I've always been a watcher.
Rear Fence Lessons
My name is Lance Oakley, I've been a runner most of my life, and I have spent most of my adult life being the sensible one.
Reckoning at Sunrise
*This one came from wanting a slow-burn goodbye that aches more than any fight.