One Last Night
My name is Nana, I'm forty-two years old, and until last night the most reckless thing I'd done in nineteen years of marriage was switch…
Based in Canada. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Expect Group Sex, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, and Loving Wives with grown-up characters (40s), specific places, and fast and filthy. 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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My name is Nana, I'm forty-two years old, and until last night the most reckless thing I'd done in nineteen years of marriage was switch…
I pulled into the cul-de-sac at six fifteen, right when the light goes gold and everything looks better than it is.
I'm forty-two years old, divorced two years now, and I drive a box truck for a medical supply company, which means most of my nights look…
I can't believe we're still scrubbing mulch off our boots at this hour!
I woke up with Helene's arm across my chest and no pants on.
I'm Nora, I'm thirty-four, which I consider old enough to know better, so let me tell you how a panel on metadata tagging nearly killed me.
*This one came from thinking about how even good marriages can get quiet, and what happens when you let a stranger's hands remind you what…
I don't remember the drive to Fort Knox Storage, not really.