What You Never Said
The Bent Spine closes at nine on Tuesdays, and I got there at six because Christa wanted to leave early for a thing her wife had going.
The Quiet Phantom
Writing from Arizona, usually late at night with a single malt scotch on rainy evenings. Most of my posts live in Lesbian Sex, Crossdressing, and Gay Male. I have a soft spot for the class or lesson, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Quiet Phantom
Hush of the Sea
I've been a librarian for eleven years, and I've never once done anything reckless.
The Pink Scrub
The phone buzzing on the nightstand woke me out of a dream I was already losing.
The Clay and the Catch
The trouble with selling blood pressure pills to tired people is that after a while you start to feel like one of them, and by the middle…
Brushwork
I was fifty-four years old and I had hired a woman off the internet to teach me how to hold a paintbrush, which is the kind of thing you…