The Teahouse Wheel
Briana was thirty-four years old and she felt like furniture.
Highway of Cinder
Writing from Pulau Sinyinyi, Indonesia, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Fetish and Toys & Masturbation. I have a soft spot for the revenge plan that turns into something else, 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 Highway of Cinder
Junkyard Lightbox Salvation
Sue was twenty-four the week the fog shut down the airport in the north of England, and she had been divorced for a little over a year by…
The Botany of Blame
Galen had been twenty-eight for exactly two weeks when the tie happened, and he would think about that for the rest of the night.
The Harbor Master's Uniform
Kevin came to Saltmere two years ago.