Mulberry and Midnight
I wiped the dust off the champagne tap with my sleeve.
The Ridge Note
Writing from Ontario, Canada, usually late at night with mezcal mule when out with friends. My wheelhouse is Gay Male, Crossdressing, and Lesbian Sex, told in first-person past tense in a voice that is warm and a little breathless. 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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Stories by The Ridge Note
Road Spite
My name is Rachel Wright, I'm twenty-three, and I have been in a U-Haul for twelve hours.
The Lighthouse Keeper's Summer
I was twenty-four years old the summer I ran away to Maine, and let me state right off that I didn't think of it as running away at the…
Boots and a Dress
The gravel road to the Double Arrow Ranch hadn't gotten any shorter in twenty years.
The Bavarian Brew
The beer hall hit me like a wall of noise and I loved it.