Paddle Shift
Bethany found the basement door on the third try, because the second one she pushed turned out to open onto a mop sink and a smell of…
Longtime reader from UK, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. Most of my posts live in NonHuman. I have a soft spot for the slow seduction told over several separate evenings, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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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Bethany found the basement door on the third try, because the second one she pushed turned out to open onto a mop sink and a smell of…
Monica Samuels, forty-four years old and twenty-two years on the job, pulled her rented Corolla into the gravel drive of the lakeside…