The Resonator
The barn smelled like machine oil and old beans on Tuesday.
Twilight Wave
Based in US. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in BDSM and Fetish. I have a soft spot for the older-younger pairing (all adults, at least 21), each surprising the other, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. 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 Twilight Wave
Harvest Spin
The last light of September goes orange over the fairgrounds around six, and that's when I like the wheel best.
The Birthday Camper
I turned twenty-nine on a Tuesday, which is the worst day to have a birthday at a campground café.
Oil and Grip
Okay so here's how my Monday went.
Drawn to Surrender
The whole thing started on a Tuesday, and I want that Tuesday burned into my memory forever, because it was the night I thought I was…