The Sixth Toe
The banquet hall was already loud when Bernice got there, thirty members of the Antique Clock Club all shouting over each other about…
Amateur fiction writer in UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Erotic Horror. I have a soft spot for the class or lesson, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. 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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The banquet hall was already loud when Bernice got there, thirty members of the Antique Clock Club all shouting over each other about…
Rebecca Fitzgerald was forty-five years old, and on a Thursday night in October she was standing in the middle of her own living room…