Time Enough for Us
Three years ago I met a man at a coffee conference.
Leather stories, from quick reads to long series. Most leather stories here sit in romance and fetish. Reads run 15 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Heather Phrase, The Timber Spiral and Topaz Type. Readers usually start with “Horsehair and Mustard” and “The Cold Swim”. 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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Three years ago I met a man at a coffee conference.
So there I was, another Tuesday night in the dispatch office, watching the clock like it owed me money.
The keycard Cherise lent me feels warm in my hand, like it knows it shouldn't be here either.
I'm Denise Cameron, I'm forty-three years old, and that Saturday I was parked outside Storage King with a trunk full of my ex-husband's…
The dinner had been a disaster, if you can call two people not talking a disaster.
The litter index mapping walk had been my neighbor Kourtney's idea, and I still don't fully understand how I let her talk me into it.
Let me explain what a customs broker does, because when I tell people at parties they nod and then their eyes slide off to the snack table.
Roxie Ward was forty-three years old and had spent most of that year cutting confetti for other people's celebrations, which felt like a…
I woke up on the leather couch in the living room of the location house with a quilt tucked under my chin and no memory of how I got there.
I was thirty-four years old and standing in the basement of a church in Yburg, holding a paper cup of bad coffee, wondering how I had let…
Drew again.
Trev Price was twenty-four years old, and he had built things with his hands since he was old enough to hold a hammer without dropping it…
Laura Holcomb was twenty-four and she worked nights.
"You're really going to race that heap of scrap?"
My birthday was coming up, or rather Caren's was, and I was sitting in the back of the ambulance doing nothing for once.
Babs Cartwright had been planning this weekend for eleven months.
I used to plan everything.
Olwen woke with the sun striping the bed in yellow bars and no spell left in her skin.
There are four years of casseroles behind this story, so I suppose I ought to start there.
My life, at twenty-three, was a machine I'd built myself, and every gear in it turned exactly the way I wanted.
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