The Dare Exchange
The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
Longtime reader from Australia, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is plain and direct. Expect BDSM with grown-up characters (late 20s), specific places, and the stranger on the road. 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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The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
I turned forty-three in March and I didn't do anything about it.
The shop smelled like grease and rubber, and the fluorescents buzzed over the polished concrete like the place was nervous too.
I was twenty eight years old and standing at the Great Lakes Brew Fest with a plastic cup of something hoppy that I didn't really want…