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Rosaline got there twenty minutes early, which was stupid, because now she had to stand around looking like she wasn't standing around…
Early 20s trans writer focused on character-driven erotica based in Texas. I mostly write in Transgender and Lesbian Sex, especially stories built around the arrangement and people who work as datas or similar real-world trades. 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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Rosaline got there twenty minutes early, which was stupid, because now she had to stand around looking like she wasn't standing around…
Carmen's car nearly didn't make the last stretch of gravel road.
Akari Ortega was thirty-four years old and she was sulking about a granola bar she hadn't lost yet.
Rachael pushed through the door of The Rusty Gun at nine forty on a Friday night, already twenty minutes late and blaming the parking lot…