The Last Wave
The last guest left around eleven.
Based in Ohio. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. I mostly write in Mature, Erotic Couplings, and Romance, especially stories built around the vacation fling with a twist at the end and people who work as lawyers 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.
Get a note when The Breeze Draft publishes something new.
The last guest left around eleven.
I am forty-six years old and I had somehow reached the middle of a writing retreat in the Swiss Alps without anyone learning my name.
The band was playing something slow and the fairy lights were doing their thing over the fountain, and I stood there with a glass of…
The job came to me through a guy at church named Dale, who said the community college out past the highway was desperate for a night…
The call came on a Tuesday in March, right when I was scraping old varnish off a church mural in Bywater and thinking hard about quitting…
Sienna called me at seven in the morning, after we'd both been up all night on a shift.
My name is Muriel Strand, I'm twenty-nine years old, and I have never once said no to Bill Voss.