The Weight of Everything
Moe here.
Matter-of-fact fetish stories
Stories in Fetish tagged matter-of-fact, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 13 to 21 minutes. Writers to know: Lodge of Winter, Frost Rhythm and The Fern Porch. Readers usually start with “The Weight of Everything” and “Latex and Low Tide”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Matter-of-fact fetish stories, ranked by readers
01 02 Latex and Low Tide
The griddle at The Locker never really cools down in November, it just gets less use.
03 The Layover Agreement
The thing you have to understand about me is that I plan things.
04 The HOA Bylaws Exception
My name is Pat, I'm 33, and at 2:13 AM on a Thursday I was crouched under my desk in my garage tracing a Cat6 cable that had stopped…
05 The Leather in the Boxes
I'm Amy, sixty-two years old, and I've been an electrician for thirty-eight years.
06 The Juror's Challenge
Lloyd Peck was fifty-two years old and he had never served on a jury in his life.
07 On the Shelves
My name is Roberto.
08 The Leipzig Suit
I turned thirty-three on a Tuesday, and I spent the afternoon of my birthday lost in Leipzig on purpose.
09 Tangles and Tension
I got to the house at nine on a Tuesday, and the driveway was already half full of trucks.
10 The Navigator's Hands
I had been in Victorville about three hours when my phone buzzed in my motel room.
11 The Operator's Last Night
Kimmy was forty-two years old and she had spent most of those years talking to machines.
12 The Drum Tech's Prize
I'm Agatha, I'm fifty-five, and I've been playing guitar longer than most of the bartenders in this town have been alive.
13 The Latex Professor
I got to the Duncan estate a little after two on Friday, and the GPS had tried to kill me twice on the gravel road before I finally saw…
14 Worship at the Fair
I didn't sleep well Friday night, and I'll tell you why.
15 Oil Slick
"You brought massage oil on a ferry?"
16 Claim Jumper
The rain had followed Hugh Oakley the whole way up the mountain road.
17 Leather and Glass
Aiden drags the hose across the bay floor one more time, boots squeaking on the wet polished concrete.
18 Unpacking Victoria
Dalton Reyes was thirty-two years old, and he had moved into the Cedar Court garden apartments for one reason, and the reason was petty.
19 Under the Tent
The tent did almost nothing against the afternoon heat, and by two o'clock I could feel the sun coming straight through the canvas and…
20 The Empty Hallway Confession
My name is Dave Acosta, I'm sixty-two years old, and I was standing at the ballroom exit watching my cousin's wedding die a slow…