The Wrong Roadie
I'm Riley, I'm thirty-four, and I've been thinking about this for longer than I want to admit out loud.
Stories in BDSM tagged online match meeting in person, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 14 to 20 minutes. Writers to know: Meridian Contour, Solstice Story and The Copper Chronicle. Readers usually start with “The Wrong Roadie” and “The Glycerol Ratio”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I'm Riley, I'm thirty-four, and I've been thinking about this for longer than I want to admit out loud.
I am on my back on the cold stone floor of the archive kitchen with my arm up to the elbow in the sink drain when I hear boots in the…
Kimmy, twenty-eight, dispatcher for a construction materials supplier, sat in her car outside the trailhead and thought about cargo.
I moved to the island in October for a film shoot, which sounds more glamorous than it is.
For the record, I did not plan any of this.
Milo Kerr had lasted exactly forty minutes into the reception before the small talk got to him.
Karyn Wyatt was forty-two years old and she found out about Brent on a Tuesday.
The litter index mapping walk had been my neighbor Kourtney's idea, and I still don't fully understand how I let her talk me into it.
The package sat on my passenger seat for the whole drive downtown, and I kept glancing at it like it might open itself.
Bo saw her before she saw him, which was a small miracle, because Tegan had always been easy to spot in any room.
Kyla lay in the hammock and listened to the street.
Dottie wiped her hands on a rag that had given up being a rag years ago and looked at the transmission in pieces on the garage floor.
*I wanted to write something that felt like the nervous thrill of a first real meeting when you've already seen each other naked on screen.
I'm fifty-four years old and I've been nervous about this Tuesday night for two weeks.
I got there forty minutes early, which was dumb, but I'd rather sit in a parking lot than be late.