The Frost Boil Sessions
I got to the frost boil station at Dreischor on a Tuesday in late January, after two transfers and a shuttle ride where the driver said…
Tender and slow fetish stories
Stories in Fetish tagged tender and slow, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 15 to 20 minutes. Writers to know: Summit Compass, The Reed Tide and Raven Draft. Readers usually start with “The Frost Boil Sessions” and “The Harbor Master's Uniform”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
Tender and slow fetish stories, ranked by readers
01 02 The Harbor Master's Uniform
Kevin came to Saltmere two years ago.
03 Last Day at the Farmers Market
Five in the morning and the farmers market was already packed.
04 The Oil Keeper
I locked the storage unit door and leaned on it for a second, because my arms had stopped being reliable.
05 Leather Rules
Finn was forty-two years old, an architect, and he had spent the better part of three decades being the reasonable one in every room he…
06 The Chastity String
Gideon here.
07 Featherweight
I turned fifty-one on a Tuesday.
08 The Lighthouse Kink
My name is Francine, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married to Simon for twelve years.
09 The Sole of the Matter
My name is Martha Ibarra, I'm twenty-eight, and I have a secret I've kept for most of my adult life.
10 The Casting Catalog
Chelsea climbed the stairs to the loft with a paperback catalog tucked under her arm.
11 The Last Sweat
You'd think running your own dungeon studio would be the dream, right?
12 The Lockbox Trail
*This one came from wanting to write something patient and quiet, where the fetish isn't a fast track to release but a slow-burning…
13 The Scent of a Stranger
Simpson was thirty-four years old, and he had spent the better part of six years swiping through dating apps the way a man swipes through…
14 The Wrong Floor
Brady Danner stood in the hallway of a walk-up on Smyth Avenue and stared at the label on the box like it might change if he blinked enough.
15 A Different Kind of Fitting
Joan was fifty-two years old, and six weeks ago she had thrown a coffee mug at a wall.