The Sugar House Confession
The piano almost didn't fit in the truck, and by the time I got the last strap cinched down in my church parking lot on Friday morning, I…
Writing from USA, usually late at night with a cold IPA after work. I mostly write in Crossdressing, especially stories built around reunion and people who work as paramedics or similar real-world trades. 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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The piano almost didn't fit in the truck, and by the time I got the last strap cinched down in my church parking lot on Friday morning, I…
My mom would cry if she saw me right now, and I mean that in the nicest possible way, because she's a sweet woman who raised me to hold…
I was twenty-one the first time I took a skirt that wasn't mine.