Taste of the Bitter Herb
"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
Late 20s longtime reader who finally started posting drafts based in New England. Most of my posts live in Erotic Couplings. I have a soft spot for the slow seduction told over several separate evenings, 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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"You want me to hold your life in my hands?"
I came home early on a Thursday.
I closed the shop at six like I always did, which meant I swept the stems off the floor, flipped the sign, and stood in the doorway for a…
Charles didn't hear me come into the kitchen, because Charles never heard anything anymore when he was out there sanding at midnight, and…