The View-Master Wager
The storm had been going since midnight, and by seven Carol Mendez was soaked just walking the last block.
Winter Thread
Writing from London, UK, usually late at night with strong coffee while writing. My wheelhouse is Fetish, Anal, and BDSM, told in third-person past tense in a voice that is plain and direct. 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 Winter Thread
The Casting Catalog
Chelsea climbed the stairs to the loft with a paperback catalog tucked under her arm.