by Etienne Telling There’s a bit of a line getting into Voxis’ gated district, but since it’s a major festival day, that’s not unexpected. Melody bounces on her toes and twists idly side to side as they wait. The dress Eirian got her swishes around her legs, flaring out, and she’s trying very hard not […]
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Afterimage
by Etienne Telling Jonah isn’t sure what he hates more: driving home when his twenty-four hour shift ends at night, or driving home when his twenty-four ends in the morning. Morning has too much traffic, but tonight isn’t great. It’s raining; he’s tired. He’d had a long call in the middle of the night and […]
Move As the Body Moves in You
by Etienne Telling Fiore feels a tug in the back of his mind as he’s transplanting pepper seedlings into the ground at the Lemon House. I’m working, he tells Maj, but he smiles to himself as he carefully pats the soil down around the little plant. Of course Maj would come for him while his […]
The Lemon House
by Etienne Telling The sun is still sunk low on the horizon, not quite starting to rise when Wren wakes up, but it doesn’t mind the early mornings. There is a certain kind of peace with the house still sleeping; the anticipation and the potential of the day are some of its favorite things about […]
thank you ma’am
by Etienne Telling The small wireless bullet vibe between Linnet’s legs buzzes loud enough for her to hear it over the van’s A/C. It had rested over her clit, but she’s so wet that it slipped and is now a low tease somewhere just below. A combination of thick thighs and the rope harness woven […]
Delineation
by Etienne Telling illustrated by The Winter Cynic “It feels like another world up here,” Geoff says as he looks out the window and the trees blurring past as they drive: twisted spindly pines, old oaks, and white flashes of birch. Even the soil changes; the grass on the side of the road gives way […]
Mane Attraction
by Etienne Telling For the first time in six months, Fenglin and Haoyun are in the same place for more than twenty-four hours. More than just being in the same fucking place, they have no professional obligations. Their phones are off, tucked away in Fenglin’s living room, out of sight and out of mind. No […]


