Mulberry and Midnight
I wiped the dust off the champagne tap with my sleeve.
Worn clothing and scent stories, from quick reads to long series. Most worn clothing and scent stories here sit in erotic couplings and group sex. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: The Ridge Note, Vermilion Works and The Raven Lodge. Readers usually start with “Mulberry and Midnight” and “The Hop Ties”. 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 wiped the dust off the champagne tap with my sleeve.
The fairgrounds came into view right around the bend where Highway 12 dips past the water tower, and I felt my shoulders drop about two…
My name is Sally Farrell, I'm forty-four years old, and I have been dating Ken Carlisle for six years now.
Meg came into the pallet drop yard a few minutes after midnight, and the door rattled shut behind her and the sound rolled off the…
The forge in Easky is dim when I pull up.
My mother's family came over from Jamaica in nineteen fifty-something, and I've told that story so many times I could do it in my sleep.
Glenna Swenson had better things to do with a day off than fight strangers over furniture.
Sue here, forty-two, landscaper, hands like sandpaper no matter how much lotion I buy.
Three days on the road and I had her mouth on my mind the whole way, which is a dangerous thing when you're running a forty-foot trailer…
I got to the ropeway waiting hall a little before five, carrying a timber receipt in one pocket and a memo pad in the other.
Kimberly got the call at four in the afternoon on a Tuesday, standing in the back of the bar she worked at with a crate of limes on the…
I was breaking down a case of beets when my date from Tuesday texted me again.
The bookstore was closing for good that Friday, and I had talked myself into stopping by mostly because I didn't know what else to do with…
The storm hit around three in the afternoon.
I reminded myself that thirty-three wasn't old, even though my reflection in the dark lodge window said otherwise.
The absurd part wasn't that I was trapped overnight in a disused oil palm press at the edge of Kanas Lake.
Kathy was twenty-three, and she was learning that freedom mostly felt like a headache.
The generator was already humming when I pushed through the back door of the clinic at eleven, my flashlight in one hand and my keys in my…
Lea walks to the barn from her cabin at half past five, before the sun has done anything worth bragging about, and the high desert air has…
Serena Cannon was forty-one years old, she sold medical devices for a living, and she had promised herself she would get through this…
The Ridge Note, Vermilion Works, The Raven Lodge, Prelude of Flint
Worn clothing and scent stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most worn clothing and scent 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.