Letters from the Front Row
I am fifty-two years old and I let a forty-five year old woman talk me into emailing a total stranger.
Friend of a friend stories, from quick reads to long series. Most friend of a friend stories here sit in erotic couplings and bdsm. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Vermilion Fiction, Brass Ghost and Linen Quota. Readers usually start with “The Rivet and the Rivet” and “Latex and Low Tide”. 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 am fifty-two years old and I let a forty-five year old woman talk me into emailing a total stranger.
It was two in the morning and I was thirty-eight hundred lines into Rudy's garbage code.
I'd been smiling for nine hours straight and my face felt like it was gonna crack.
We boarded the Sunrise Voyager at four in the afternoon, both of us sunburned already from the taxi line, and I want to note up front that…
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.
So here's how my Tuesday went.
My name is Lorelei Butterworth, I'm 52 years old, and I've been a mail clerk at the central post office for nineteen years.
I turned twenty-nine in March, which meant I was old enough to know better than to agree to fake-date someone I barely knew, and young…
I got the spare key in the mail a week before Wally left.
I've been a bartender at the Rusty Tap for eleven years.
The sign on the building said MIDNIGHT DISPATCH in letters that used to glow blue but now just glowed half blue.
The rental car rattled up the gravel drive and Olivia Watkins leaned toward the windshield to read the hand-painted sign.
The last pod slid out of Güzelyurt at 11:40, and I stood there watching it go like it was a boat leaving without me.
The wall between Mollie's kitchen and Collette's kitchen was about as thick as a phone book, and on Tuesday nights it carried every word…
The brake pedal went soft about two miles out from the landfill, which is how I learned that a brake booster hose can rupture without…
I've been carrying mail in Wexley for nine years now.
The flight out of the river strip near Livingstone had been cancelled at four in the afternoon, which was the kind of thing that happened…
I'm Nolan, thirty-four, and I sing tenor at St.
*This one came from the idea of discovering desire in a place you never expected to feel it.
Ren pulled up outside the old house on Marine Row at half past nine, exactly when Lars had told him to be there on Tuesday.
Vermilion Fiction, Brass Ghost, Linen Quota, The Honey Ghost
Friend of a friend 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 friend of a friend 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.