Waiting On You
The train from London took forever, or it felt like it did.
Oak Ticket
Amateur fiction writer in Sarakhs, Iran, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and dry gin and tonic on weekends. Most of my posts live in Group Sex, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, and Loving Wives. I have a soft spot for the long-distance pair finally in the same room, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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