Locker Room Warm-Up
Karin had been a security guard for nineteen years, which meant she noticed everything.
Amateur fiction writer in London, UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and herbal tea at midnight. Most of my posts live in NonHuman and Erotic Horror. I have a soft spot for one night only, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. 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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Karin had been a security guard for nineteen years, which meant she noticed everything.
*This story came from wanting to write something quiet and coastal, where the danger was cold instead of loud, and where tenderness didn't…