The Rusted Frame Rail
I got to the gillnet rack at ten in the morning, a cardboard box balanced on one hip and the wind coming off the mountains hard enough to…
The Copper Chronicle
Longtime reader from United Kingdom, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. I mostly write in Anal, Fetish, and BDSM, especially stories built around the long-distance pair finally in the same room and people who work as lifeguards 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 The Copper Chronicle
Sanding the Edges
The box sat on my porch for two days before I opened it, because it had my address on it and I wasn't sure whose it was.
The Cold Storage Clause
My name is Oscar, I'm thirty-four years old, and I have been bound to a drawer full of stockings for the past three years, by a piece of…
Latex Reunion
I'd been on that fetish forum for five years.
Reboot Required
I was elbow-deep in a hotel pan of julienned carrots when the swinging door bumped open and the noise of the line went thin, like somebody…
Late Bloom
I got there forty minutes early, which was dumb, but I'd rather sit in a parking lot than be late.
The Empty Hallway Confession
My name is Dave Acosta, I'm sixty-two years old, and I was standing at the ballroom exit watching my cousin's wedding die a slow…