Cracked Ink and Hoar Frost
Henrietta here, twenty-three, and I should say up front that this whole thing started because of a rock.
Ridge Lantern
Longtime reader from USA, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is casual and chatty. I mostly write in Fetish, especially stories built around the role-play night and people who work as professors or similar real-world trades. 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 Ridge Lantern
The Pickle Works Uniform
My name is Kerri Malone, I am sixty-two years old, and I have worked at the Brine Hollow pickle processing plant for thirty-six years.
The Lighthouse Kink
My name is Francine, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married to Simon for twelve years.
Hair as the Only Tether
The grant rejection came on a Tuesday, and by Thursday night I was watching Veronica slap her palm flat on the sticky bar top of The Pit…
She Came Home Ready for More
Four months is a long time.
Grease and Cream
I woke up naked in a bed that wasn't mine, with an arm across my middle that definitely belonged to somebody else.