The Micrometer Adjustment
Leigh had been a brewer for eleven years, and in that time he had learned that reliability was a compliment people gave you before they…
Tender and slow bdsm stories
Stories in BDSM tagged tender and slow, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 13 to 16 minutes. Writers to know: Stage of Pearl, Ginger Voyage and Rain Vignette. Readers usually start with “The Micrometer Adjustment” and “The Module in the Field”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Tender and slow bdsm stories, ranked by readers
01 02 The Module in the Field
I got to the field a little after four, which was late by Nathalie's standards.
03 Control in C Minor
Raquel is forty-two years old and she has learned that loneliness does not go away when you move in with someone.
04 Final Service
The carry-on weighed maybe eleven pounds, but Deb stood there in the middle of the international terminal feeling like she was hauling a…
05 Morning After Orders
Freya was thirty-eight years old, and she had not slept in a narrow bed since she was twenty-two and newly married.
06 Her Last Case
The elevator opened on fourteen and the hall smelled like old carpet and floor wax.
07 The Resonator
The barn smelled like machine oil and old beans on Tuesday.
08 Ice Break
Everyone treats therapists like we're made of glass.
09 Silent Count
The Summit stayed open all night but nobody used it after midnight.
10 The Rodeo Judge
The favor he did me had sat between us for ten years, patient as a stone, and he had never once asked for anything back.
11 When He Finally Took Control
*I wanted to explore the quiet morning after, when the intensity of a scene settles into something tender.
12 The Maceration Bet
The vault door is oak and older than my dad.
13 Iron and Ink
I'm Shae Jorgenson, forty-two, and I still call myself a sculptor even in years when the bronze doesn't sell.
14 The Good Girl's Secret
I've been a paralegal for eighteen years.
15 Late Call
I give people lifts they don't ask for.
16 Poolside Lease
The gate rattled and I came through it at a dead run, which I know sounds dramatic, but I'd been sitting in my car in the pool parking lot…
17 The Last Night Alone
I was flat on my back at six in the evening, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks.
18 Breaking the Rule Together
I'm twenty-nine now, and I still have the list.