The Dare Exchange
The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
Stories in BDSM tagged dark and intense, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 15 to 19 minutes. Writers to know: Refrain of Topaz, Footnote of Topaz and Tangent of Lark. Readers usually start with “The Dare Exchange” and “The Salt Blessing”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The reunion was held in a barn outside the village, a big stone thing the hosts had rented for the weekend.
Tom Newsome was twenty-eight and he'd been hauling pallets up to the pulping station long enough to know the drill.
The shop smelled like grease and rubber, and the fluorescents buzzed over the polished concrete like the place was nervous too.
The lift stopped hard.
Alissa was forty-two years old and she had never once gotten lost in her own marriage until they moved to the village.
Kristin saw him before she was ready to.
*This one came from wanting a dark, slow-burn revenge story that cracks open into something softer.
Dottie took the turn off the coast road at nine in the morning and saw the house rise up out of the fog like it had been waiting for her.
The duffel was heavier than it needed to be, and that was my own fault.
The soda hit the scoreboard at 8:47 on a Friday night.
Karyn Wyatt was forty-two years old and she found out about Brent on a Tuesday.
Janis was the last one through the door of the silo, and she knew it before anyone said a word.
The lemonade was bad.
Francine had been telling herself all week that she would skip the thing, and then of course she went anyway.
Minnie Larson had spent thirty-five years signing other people's careers into the ground, and she figured she had maybe three hours left…
Margie Delgado was forty-two years old and bored out of her skull.
Abigail started the dares a month ago, and I still don't fully know what set her off.