The Pie Auction
The pie auction wrapped up at ten forty and by eleven Bev and I had the last of the money counted, boxed, and signed off on, three hundred…
Ochre Ledger
Late 20s solo amateur writer posting after work based in Florida. Most of my posts live in Toys & Masturbation and BDSM. I have a soft spot for the morning after, 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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Stories by Ochre Ledger
The Pawnshop Line Switch
The rain was the kind that doesn't fall so much as hang there, and I'd been standing under the awning next to the diner for ten minutes.
After-Hours Appraisal
The clock on the wall above the front desk said 9:04 when I turned the deadbolt on the front door of Laurent & Sons.
After the Con
I woke up with my face half in the pillow and one leg hooked over Dylan's, and for a second I didn't know what hotel this was or why my…