Read “Part I: An Incoming Tide” here. Tuesday, August 14, 1883, Evening Bewildered as I was by Roe’s presence, I saddled my horse, Staffa. We’d been together a long while, Staffa and I, since he was a three-year-old colt. Twelve years. A red chestnut, he’s a knowing, brave creature who’s sweet for peppermint and clover….Continue Reading “The Circus Came to Corwen, Part II: Wading into the Current”
Sunday, August 19th, 1883 The circus arrived in town on Tuesday. A caravan rolled past Merchant Row kicking up dust. It’d been a dry summer, and the dirt of the main thoroughfare puffed up around the wheels like low-hanging clouds. Garish canvases lashed to the side of each wagon proclaimed: Coming Shortly Professor Grell’s…Continue Reading “The Circus Came to Corwen, Part I: An Incoming Tide”
This is a guest post from Bumbling Dad, intertwining his (italics) and her (standard) stories… I have a vision of drinks being finished, a general air of needing to get out of public gaze. You take my hand and we leave. We walk a short way, there’s a pretty alley on your left but it’s…Continue Reading “If we were to kiss”
The day had wound down and come to an end. For Bree, the day had been filled with serving customers, listening to complaints from people far more angry about the quality of the food they received than they probably should have been, and busy alleys at the grocery store. Being able to come home and…Continue Reading “Danny”
We’re on Hinge, directing men to the SMUTATHON site.
“It’s a hoot!”
“Interesting”
“Sounds lit”
Poetry, but not metered. Here, Haikus from AURORE writers. Ranging from the real to romantic.
Continue Reading "SEXKU: Erotic Haiku for the Internet Dating Nation"
‘She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there’ – Julia Gregson, East of the Sun‘ Written while my baby napped for 38 minutes and inspired by…Continue Reading “Lido…”
Twitter followers come and go, at least the vast majority that you either don’t know in real life or interact with to any great extent online. I long ago stopped keeping track of who had followed me or unfollowed me, but it was nonetheless a very pleasant surprise, a few years ago, to see that…Continue Reading “When Bedford Went to Ottawa”
“You have thrown it all away, Stand back, watch it burn – Just watch it all burn.” (“First Burn” – Lin Manuel Miranda) Close to a decade ago, two people I trusted hurt me very badly. The finer points of the story are unimportant; the Spark Notes version is that my partner and metamour (who…Continue Reading “Letting Go Is Not Forgiveness by Coffee & Kink”
The thrum of the crowd outside augmented the roar of voices from the television. Liam looked out the large hotel window at the massive gathering out on the streets, part of him wishing he was down there with the rest of them, awaiting the countdown until the new year. Every year, this was the biggest…Continue Reading “New Year’s Party”
Freedom turns me on. Evenings in the House of Stagg begin with a post-work snuggle. If you’re not familiar, my honey, Mr. Crispy, is a bear of a man. His arms fit perfectly around me, and no matter how I’m feeling, in those moments when we’re cuddling, I know I’m beautiful. He makes sure I…Continue Reading “My Kink is Safe Abortion”