Lighthouse After Hours
I landed in Keflavik on a Tuesday in November, fifty-five years old and wearing the same insulated jacket I wear for feeding cattle back…
Early 20s longtime reader who finally started posting drafts based in Virginia. Most of my posts live in Erotic Couplings, First Time, and Mature. I have a soft spot for the experiment, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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I landed in Keflavik on a Tuesday in November, fifty-five years old and wearing the same insulated jacket I wear for feeding cattle back…
So here's how I started my new job: arguing with a man I hadn't seen in twenty years, over a door.
The dinner had been a disaster, if you can call two people not talking a disaster.
It was my twenty-ninth birthday, and I woke up in a tent at a campground three hours from home, which was exactly where I wanted to be.