Cork and Crepeline
The potluck had been going for about two hours when Callie hit her stride.
Onyx Crossing
Writing from Portumna, Ireland, usually late at night with rye whiskey or strong espresso. Most of my posts live in Gay Male and Crossdressing. 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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Stories by Onyx Crossing
A Double Booking to Remember
Nick had spent the whole week counting paper clips, more or less.
The Foreman's Son
The bus let Monty off at the end of a gravel drive that ran so far into the trees he couldn't see the house from the road.