Chili and Chances
The badge came in the mail on a Tuesday, and Franklin held it out to me like it was a medal.
Longtime reader from United States, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. I mostly write in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Loving Wives, and Group Sex, especially stories built around teacher and student of desire and people who work as baristas 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 badge came in the mail on a Tuesday, and Franklin held it out to me like it was a medal.
I was thirty-four that summer and working the espresso machine five days a week, and by Saturday afternoon at the Air & Auto Expo I was…