The Morning After the Fair
I woke up face down in a pillow that didn't smell like mine, under a quilt I didn't own, with one leg hanging off the mattress like I'd…
Room of Timber
40s woman writing wlw romance and erotica based in New England. My wheelhouse is Lesbian Sex, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is literate with dry humor. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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 Room of Timber
The Partner Clause
I sat in my car three blocks from the hotel and argued with my reflection in the visor mirror.
The Tilt of Her Smile
Four years ago I walked into my own thirtieth birthday party early and caught my girlfriend with her hand down a man's shirt.
Backyard Score
*This one's for the slow burns that start with an argument and end with a grin.
The Last Night Before Dawn
*I wanted to write something for women in their sixties, because desire doesn't retire.