Last Call on Set
The warehouse was quiet when I started my last walk-through at eleven.
Longtime reader from India, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. Expect Group Sex and Exhibitionist & Voyeur with grown-up characters (late 20s), specific places, and comedy of errors. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. 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 warehouse was quiet when I started my last walk-through at eleven.
*This one came from thinking about how even people who love each other can get lonely in the same bed.
I'm not the kind of woman who ends up hiding behind hotel curtains, and I'll tell you that straightaway.