Mudjack and Lemon Lime
The fluorescent strip over the filing cabinets had a bad ballast, so it buzzed and flickered every few seconds, and Mallory Moreau had…
The Cypress Witness
Based in Colorado. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. My wheelhouse is Gay Male and Crossdressing, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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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Stories by The Cypress Witness
The Wrong Trail
Nelson Duncan was sixty-four years old and his knee had strong opinions about the Swiss Alps before he even got out of the rental car.
The Mr. Rosewood Contest
The parking lot of the Marrow's Bend VFW hall was already half full at five forty on Saturday, and Drake was still fussing with the…
The Interview Drive
Zac had always been good at showing off.
The Final Pose
Fenton came home from the gallery with his tie already stuffed in his pocket and his jaw set so tight that Hank knew, before a single word…