Tight Lines
I've been cleaning trains for three years now, and I still can't fully explain to people at parties why I like it.
Food play stories, from quick reads to long series. Most food play stories here sit in erotic couplings and fetish. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Echo Ink, Delta Corner and Juniper Room. Readers usually start with “Peony Season” and “Comet Light Over Us”. 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've been cleaning trains for three years now, and I still can't fully explain to people at parties why I like it.
Karin was twenty-eight years old and she had spent the better part of four months wondering when she and Floyd had turned into two people…
Meredith Gilbert is thirty-four years old, a quarter troll on her mother's side, and she has been on her feet for nine hours.
The gym smelled like rubber and chalk and somebody's leftover protein bar.
The gallery thing had seemed sound when Andy mentioned it that morning, mostly because it got me out of hauling irrigation hose around in…
Max was fifty-four years old and he gave massages for a living.
The chime went off again.
The suitcase wheel caught on the cobblestone for the tenth time and I nearly cried.
The clock above the register said 2:04 when Nicky heard the engine coming up US-6, that ragged cough-and-sputter sound of a car that had…
I was still at my desk at 8:47 on a Tuesday night, which by itself was not strange.
Tilly stayed late at the warehouse three nights in a row that week, and by Thursday she was alone with sixty chafing dishes and a batch of…
I hadn't been back to Garza in eleven years.
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've been married two years now, and in that time I've learned one thing about myself that I keep learning over and over: I like to have a…
The tasting tent at the Millhouse Inn was packed by eleven.
I sat through forty minutes of a panel on sustainable event design before I started checking my phone under the table.
*This one's for anyone who's ever felt like desire got lost in the laundry.
Rhonda Brownlow was forty-three years old and she was gripping the seat of a rattly little charter plane like it had personally insulted…
My name is Sergio Dunbar, I'm 24, and I've been a plumber for six years.
Carmen's car nearly didn't make the last stretch of gravel road.
Food play stories, from quick reads to long series.
Some stories are free to read in full, with no account. The rest open with a free preview; members read everything.
Most food play stories take 14 to 24 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.