The Quiet Game of Truth
I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine and no good reason for drinking it.
Storm Story
Based in California. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. I mostly write in Group Sex, especially stories built around the dare escalates and people who work as dispatchers 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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Stories by Storm Story
The Archive Invitation
It had been two years, give or take a month, since I'd last stood in front of Terry Walsh, and the whole drive over I kept rehearsing what…
The Auction Lot
I'm Maya, thirty-one, and I've spent most of my adult life being the kind of person who plans things.
The HOA Resolution
The invitation said seven o'clock, and I got there at 7:12 because I drove past the house twice.
The Overtime Clause
I was twenty-three years old, married two years, and pushing a commercial vacuum across the fifty-third floor of a law firm at eleven at…
The Dare Board
So there I was, another Tuesday night in the dispatch office, watching the clock like it owed me money.