The Moving Day Umbrella
I was fifty-two years old and I was packing boxes full of glass eyes on a Saturday afternoon.
Stage of Ridge
Based in UK. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Loving Wives, and Group Sex. I have a soft spot for the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other, 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 Stage of Ridge
Open Fields
I'd been driving since noon and the SUV was wearing a coat of dust you could write your name in, so by the time the ranch gate came up out…
Dawn Watch
I got fired on a Friday afternoon, which is a terrible day to get fired because you have all weekend to sit with it.
Pit Stop Confessions
I turned forty-four in March and nobody remembered except Cassy and the dental office, which sent me a card with a cartoon molar on it.