Tent Mix-Up Romance
The view-master is sitting in the passenger seat of my Corolla and I'm staring at it, trying to decide if this is funny or if I'm just…
Stories in Lesbian Sex tagged tender and slow, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 22 to 25 minutes. Writers to know: Timber Route, The Rust Table and Switch of Juniper. Readers usually start with “Tent Mix-Up Romance” and “Last Lap”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The view-master is sitting in the passenger seat of my Corolla and I'm staring at it, trying to decide if this is funny or if I'm just…
I was thirty-four years old and it had been five years since anyone had stayed for breakfast.
I turned fifty-two in March and I celebrated by buying myself a new coffee maker and sleeping in.
My name is Karla Hammond, I am forty-four years old, and for the first time in eighteen years I have nobody to answer to on a Saturday…
I wiped down the same four feet of bar for the fifth time that night.
Jodie watched the truck pull out of the lot at half past six on a Tuesday evening.
I woke up alone in my own bed, which was exactly how I'd planned it, thank you very much.
The keys were in an envelope under the ficus on the top floor landing, which was exactly the kind of thing Chantal would do, because…
The clubhouse gets loud in a way I never noticed before this year.
My name is Gladys, I'm twenty-four, and I do taxidermy in my spare time.
Akari Ortega was thirty-four years old and she was sulking about a granola bar she hadn't lost yet.
The brass key was warm in my pocket by the time I got out of the car.
The wind off the water had turned cold enough that I regretted stuffing the good scarf, the wool one my sister sent from up north two…
The gravel road hadn't changed.