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…
Fetish stories
Fetish stories. Fetish stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 14 to 19 minutes. Writers to know: Rain Vignette, Winter Cipher and Ridge Lantern. Readers usually start with “Peony Season” and “The Glove and the Gavel”. 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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41 42 The Anvil and the Antler
The fair in Vrbanja runs all week.
43 The Chastity String
Gideon here.
44 The Cold Storage Clause
My name is Oscar, I'm thirty-four years old, and I have been bound to a drawer full of stockings for the past three years, by a piece of…
45 Featherweight
I turned fifty-one on a Tuesday.
46 Suds and Snow Globes
I missed the train by four minutes.
47 Curb Service
The heat was stupid that afternoon.
48 The Tide and the Key
The cottage sat at the end of a road that wasn't much of a road, more like the highway gave up and let gravel finish the job.
49 His Scent on My Skin
The defense went fine.
50 The Lighthouse Kink
My name is Francine, I'm thirty-six years old, and I've been married to Simon for twelve years.
51 The Card Catalog Job
Laura Holcomb was twenty-four and she worked nights.
52 The Scent of Her Sweater
I told myself I was going for the art.
53 Sole Devotion
The dirt road up to the lodge ate my Corolla's suspension the whole way.
54 Honey and Cider
The tasting tent at the Millhouse Inn was packed by eleven.
55 The Juror's Challenge
Lloyd Peck was fifty-two years old and he had never served on a jury in his life.
56 Hair as the Only Tether
The grant rejection came on a Tuesday, and by Thursday night I was watching Veronica slap her palm flat on the sticky bar top of The Pit…
57 The Mooring Mast
The paint chip found me on a Thursday afternoon, if you can believe that kind of luck.
58 Latex Under the Flood
I'm twenty-eight years old and I've been waiting tables at the Copper Kettle for four years.
59 Maple Drip
Claire had been a flight attendant for twenty-two years, and in all that time she had never once gotten on the wrong shuttle, until the…
60 Latex and Lost Things
Bea was sixty-three years old, and she had driven forty minutes out of her way on a Tuesday evening because a scruffy brown dog had…