Night Tide
The town of Dune Haven goes quiet in late November, and I do mean quiet, the kind of quiet where you can stand at the front desk of the…
The Ridge Echo
40s gay man writing m/m fiction based in Scotland. My wheelhouse is Gay Male, Transgender, and Lesbian Sex, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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 Ridge Echo
The Weight of Her Ink
There's something strange about how intimacy starts.
Tuesday at Four
*I wanted to write a story where the sex was honest but not urgent, and the jealousy was quiet but real.
The Spotter
So here's how I ended up forty-two years old, wearing a harness that rode up in places a harness has no business riding, staring up at a…