Bellows and Leather
The forge in Easky is dim when I pull up.
Tender and slow erotic couplings stories
Stories in Erotic Couplings tagged tender and slow, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 14 to 20 minutes. Writers to know: Vermilion Crossing, Oak Threshold and Narrative of River. Readers usually start with “Bellows and Leather” and “The Wrong Table”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Tender and slow erotic couplings stories, ranked by readers
01 02 The Wrong Table
Tanya Pratt was thirty-two years old and had been fixing pools for eleven years, and in all that time she had never once crashed a wedding…
03 Brass Pin Evening
The office closed at five, and by six I was sitting at the bar of The Peat & Fossil with a brass pin in my jacket pocket and news I…
04 The Evening Trainer
So here's how I started my new job: arguing with a man I hadn't seen in twenty years, over a door.
05 The Backyard Promise
I came home early on a Thursday.
06 The Quiet Touch
The pool after hours is a strange kind of quiet.
07 The Sound of Pages Falling Open
The voice comes through the wall every Tuesday night.
08 Off-Season Dare
Cara rolled the rig into the Pelican Beach depot at half past six on a Friday night in July, and she knew before she even killed the…
09 Stranded on the Houseboat
I was forty-four years old and wiping down pool filters on a Friday night.
10 The Tamale Dare
Okay so here's how my Saturday night started, standing in a tamale kitchen in a rented tuxedo, sweating through a starched collar like an…
11 Museum of Second Chances
I had exactly one glass of wine before I drove over, which I counted as a triumph of restraint.
12 Coaching the Weekend
Grady stands at the edge of the practice field and watches a battered old robot spin in circles, dragging its claw behind it like a broken…
13 Final Boarding
I was twenty-eight years old and I'd been training for a half marathon for four months, so when the gate agent said the word "cancelled" I…
14 The Birthday Bet
Marian put the baby monitor on the table by her bunk and listened for a full minute.
15 Stranded with the Storm
I was thirty-four years old the winter I finally stopped pretending my life was a waiting room.