The Timer Arrives
Bo had the timer's chair by the back wall, same as every year.
Lodge of Winter
30s longtime reader who finally started posting drafts based in Tulum, Quintana Roo, Mexico. Most of my posts live in Fetish and BDSM. I have a soft spot for rivals, 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 Lodge of Winter
Claim Jumper
The rain had followed Hugh Oakley the whole way up the mountain road.
Unpacking Victoria
Dalton Reyes was thirty-two years old, and he had moved into the Cedar Court garden apartments for one reason, and the reason was petty.
A Cork-Breaking Surrender
Cate stood in the middle of the rented apartment in Alfama, barefoot on the cool tile, watching her best friend hold up a length of red…
Sweater Weather
Lizzy was thirty-two and she'd been in town exactly eleven days.