Latex and Lost Things
Bea was sixty-three years old, and she had driven forty minutes out of her way on a Tuesday evening because a scruffy brown dog had…
Pearl Gallery
Writing from Chicago, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Fetish and BDSM. I have a soft spot for already together, 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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Stories by Pearl Gallery
The Tasting Room Reunion
Bo saw her before she saw him, which was a small miracle, because Tegan had always been easy to spot in any room.
The Bookbinder's Taste
Robyn was twenty-eight, though she'd been telling people she was thirty just to see if it landed differently.
Secondhand Scent
Georgia was thirty-four and one week single, which she figured was about two weeks before anyone was allowed to make jokes about it.
The Scent of a Stranger
Simpson was thirty-four years old, and he had spent the better part of six years swiping through dating apps the way a man swipes through…