Pinfall Séance
The soda hit the scoreboard at 8:47 on a Friday night.
BDSM stories. BDSM stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 14 to 19 minutes. Writers to know: Meridian Contour, Garnet Wanderer and Refrain of Topaz. Readers usually start with “The Micrometer Adjustment” and “Float and Yield”. 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 soda hit the scoreboard at 8:47 on a Friday night.
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 squall catches the skywalk the moment Sylvie Hobart steps onto it, and the whole glass bridge hums with a single clear note that…
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.
My name is Pamela Creighton, I am forty-three years old, and I have planned four hundred and eleven weddings without once losing my…
The carry-on weighed maybe eleven pounds, but Deb stood there in the middle of the international terminal feeling like she was hauling a…
The bell jar thing sounds fancy but it isn't.
Janis was the last one through the door of the silo, and she knew it before anyone said a word.
I'd been flying with Lucinda for two years, and in that time I don't think we'd agreed on a single thing.
The dipstick handle had been snapped clean off at the thread, and I found it lying in the filter room like a little white bone.
Maureen Skinner came over the rise at dusk with her rucksack on one shoulder and her pruning shears poking out of the top pocket.
Freya was thirty-eight years old, and she had not slept in a narrow bed since she was twenty-two and newly married.
The last track was fading out and Burton let it go, letting the synth trail off into nothing rather than cutting it clean, because there…
The warehouse smelled like nutmeg and something darker, maybe cardamom, maybe the dust of a thousand sealed drums that had been sitting on…
Marcia had been crouched behind the row of filing cabinets for eleven minutes when her left leg started to cramp.
Magnus locked the door behind them and stood there a second with his hand still on the bolt.
Erin was down to her bra and a pair of old khaki shorts, sweating through the August humidity, shoving golf shirts into a box that was…
The elevator opened on fourteen and the hall smelled like old carpet and floor wax.
*This one's for anyone who's ever felt like desire got lost in the laundry.
Meridian Contour, Garnet Wanderer, Refrain of Topaz, Lunar Reader