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Best of Nifty The following stories are our fabourites. The Hollow Pines cabin stood like a secret in the Vermont woods, far from the cities where dreams were pitched and c I was rotting in a dive bar on Christmas Eve when the goddess of death found me.

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Just ink, silence, and the slow unraveling of the self. She placed a hand on my shoulder and her skin was like ice. You know, the one you always told me not to call people. series Steve's Story - Steve tells the story of his first sexual encounter at eighteen.

Jeanie really could be a twat. Too loud. But words written? Coach even asked him if he needed glasses, was genuinely worried about his depth perception being off or something. The worlds largest free collection of sexually-explicit LGBTQ+ erotic stories (Lesbian, Gay Male, Bisexual, Transgender).

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Facing away from the door, I felt a wave of winter chill flush against the back of my neck when she came into the dimly lit tavern. It meant a shower of good fortune, pouring out from G No talking, no phones, no unnecessary noise.

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly fiction contest. My mother had yelled at her for smearing rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had yelled right back. Hung Boy in the Hot Tub by Cody Croquet Party Favors by J Bark (Highschool) Last Year At Uni by Alfie Brown (College) Jeff and the Yacht by Ty Stoner Camping In The Dales by Alfie Brown (Adult-Friends).

Contained in margins, confined in paper and punctuation — those, she trusted. Too quick.