The Mast Step Collar Auction
Petra came up the metal stairs with a six-pack swinging in one hand and her jacket collar up around her ears, because of course the fog…
Tawny Grammar
Longtime reader from USA, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. Most of my posts live in Erotic Horror and NonHuman. I have a soft spot for the anniversary surprise that goes sideways, 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 Tawny Grammar
Postcards from the Missing Groom
Mel and Camila had been dating for three years now, ever since they met in a community college night class when Mel was fifty-nine and…
Her Ladle Weaves
Camila Costa was forty-six years old, and she had spent most of those years being sensible.
The After-Hours Wager
Cheryl Delgado was forty-seven years old and she had poured drinks in Quartz Creek long enough to know every kind of quiet man there was.
The After-Hours Tour
Georgina typed the last line of the sales summary, read it back, and deleted it.