Snow Depot Strangers
I want to tell you about the night I stopped being careful at fifty-five years old, and it starts with snow, because of course it does.
30s night-owl hobbyist who writes for fun based in Mirleft, Morocco. I mostly write in Exhibitionist & Voyeur and Group Sex, especially stories built around the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other and people who work as receptionists or similar real-world trades. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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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I want to tell you about the night I stopped being careful at fifty-five years old, and it starts with snow, because of course it does.
I have been planning weddings for thirty-one years, and I can tell you the exact moment I stopped being nervous in a room full of hotel…
Okay so, the story starts with me being pathetic on Alba's porch, but give me a minute, it gets better.
The suit was Dottie's husband's.