The Fake Date That Got Real
The whole thing was ridiculous and I knew it before we crossed the Manitoba line.
Odyssey of Pine
Longtime reader from New England, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. My wheelhouse is Gay Male, Crossdressing, and Transgender, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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 Odyssey of Pine
Thermos of Soup
Gabe here, twenty-eight, landscaper, married two years to a customs officer who lives three hundred miles away from me.
A house of secrets
I was sitting on the porch rail of my mother's old house when my phone buzzed.