Exposed in the Factory
You ever walk into a big empty building and think, huh, this place is a stage?
Amateur fiction writer in London, UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Exhibitionist & Voyeur. I have a soft spot for the fake relationship that becomes real, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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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You ever walk into a big empty building and think, huh, this place is a stage?
Okay, so let me tell you about the spider.
It's for the dogs.
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