The Dare Jar
I found the jar on a Tuesday in October, which figures, because Tuesdays were always the day my life decided to fall apart.
Domestic routine stories, from quick reads to long series. Most domestic routine stories here sit in erotic couplings and bdsm. Reads run 15 to 23 minutes. Writers to know: Starling Word, Amber Garden and Salt Night. Readers usually start with “Linen Closet Tryst” and “The Midnight Pharmacy Run”. 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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I found the jar on a Tuesday in October, which figures, because Tuesdays were always the day my life decided to fall apart.
The spider plant was dead.
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Margie Delgado was forty-two years old and bored out of her skull.
Bradly Horton was, by his own admission, the most sensible man in the whole state of Oregon.
George had rehearsed the whole thing twice in the shower and once more in the hallway mirror, and he still felt like a man about to give a…
The suitcase showed up before she did.
I was on my couch on a Tuesday night, staring at my phone like it owed me money, when somebody knocked on my door.
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Domestic routine stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most domestic routine stories take 15 to 23 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.