The Embalmer's Watch
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Lesbian Sex stories. Lesbian Sex stories, from quick reads to long series. Reads run 22 to 25 minutes. Writers to know: Ledger of Brass, The Quiet Lantern and Indigo Highway. Readers usually start with “The Embalmer's Watch” and “Barn Dance Slow”. 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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Evelyn Mackey clocked out of the feed store at six fifteen on a Tuesday, and her whole body felt like a sack of chicken feed by the time…
The trouble started with a locked door and a dead phone.
The storm hit around three in the afternoon.
My Saturday had been going exactly the way my Saturdays usually went, I had coffee on the back porch at eight, read half a journal article…
My name is Nikki Sutherland and I turned thirty-four this spring, which means I have now been a widow for three years, which is longer…
The storm came in faster than the forecast said it would.
I signed up to volunteer at the conference for a dumb reason, which is that my Thursday nights had turned into laundry and a baking show.
Bailey dragged the last barn door shut on the evening wind and stood there a minute with her palm flat on the wood.
The generator had quit again around nine, which meant I was grading forestry exams by propane light, which meant my eyes were bleeding…
Saturday mornings at the Oakridge farmers market always start the same way for me.
I'm Maria Barnett, forty-four years old, and I run a canoe livery on the Biesbosch with my dad.
The letter had taken me four days to write and three envelopes to get right, which was ridiculous considering I had spent forty years…
The rain had been coming down since Dayton, and by the time the van rolled into Lark County the fair's lights had gone soft and smeared…
My cousin Debbie got married on a Saturday in June, at a restored farmhouse out past the county line.
I woke up face down in a pillow that didn't smell like mine, under a quilt I didn't own, with one leg hanging off the mattress like I'd…
Keira pulled the truck onto the gravel track slow, careful, the way she always did when the plan mattered.
The thing about Towner during leave season is that it empties out in a way that feels personal.
I have been a flight attendant for eleven years, and in all that time I have never once missed a flight, called in sick, or traded a shift…
Evangeline Oakley was forty-two years old and she had been fuming at her neighbor for six solid months.
Ledger of Brass, The Quiet Lantern, Indigo Highway, The Rust Table