The Honey Pot at Dawn
I want to tell you about the honey pot, but first you need to know about the seaweed.
Tender and slow stories, from quick reads to long series. Most tender and slow stories here sit in bdsm and romance. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: The Steel Highway, Groove of Twilight and Indigo Spiral. Readers usually start with “The Honey Pot at Dawn” and “The Cork Market Letters”. 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 want to tell you about the honey pot, but first you need to know about the seaweed.
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Tender and slow 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 tender and slow 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.