Puppet Strings and Mortar
I want to start this off by saying everyone in this story is a grown adult.
Indigo Garden
Writing from Bizerte, Tunisia (specific: Porto Farina), usually late at night with dry gin and tonic on weekends. Most of my posts live in Group Sex. I have a soft spot for the class or lesson, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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 Indigo Garden
Reunion at Red Ridge
I'm twenty-nine years old and I got dumped by text message.
The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife
My name is Elias.
The Tango Lesson
My youngest moved into his dorm in August, and by September the house was so quiet I could hear the refrigerator thinking.
The Sweetest Temptation After Hours
*This one came from a mood, not a plan, something about the quiet after a loud party and what four consenting adults might do with the…
Waltz at Midnight
I'd been cleaning cabins for eleven months and I'd stopped feeling anything about it somewhere around month four.