The Apron Dare
Shelley had been standing on the refueling apron at Abarkuh for three hours and the fuel truck still hadn't come.
The Rain Detour
Longtime reader from USA, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. Most of my posts live in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Loving Wives, and Group Sex. I have a soft spot for the rules list, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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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Stories by The Rain Detour
The Pressure Cooker
The letter had been sitting in Lillian's sewing basket for who knows how long, buried under a mess of bias tape and spare buttons like it…
The Service Window
Lynn Simms had been head of security at Pease's for nine years, and in that time she had learned that most of the job was waiting.
Two-Timing the Turntable
Clarence Greene was twenty-three years old and he figured that gave him about six more months of being allowed to make dumb decisions…