Salt and Lace
The ship lurches onto the salt at nine in the morning and nobody tells you how loud it is.
The Tide Passage
Writing from England, usually late at night with pinot noir or dark roast coffee. My wheelhouse is BDSM, Anal, and Toys & Masturbation, told in first-person present tense in a voice that is matter-of-fact. 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 Tide Passage
The Glycerol Ratio
I am on my back on the cold stone floor of the archive kitchen with my arm up to the elbow in the sink drain when I hear boots in the…
Reclaimed in Room 214
The thing nobody tells you about dental conferences is how much time you spend standing around a coffee urn pretending to care about…