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The Campfire [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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When I was a little girl, my favorite art of the year was when the circus came to town. It was always in the same place–the county fairgrounds. All summer, I’d kept an eye on the empty vacant lot as we drove past it. Every time I saw it–nothing. And then one day, in late August, the grounds would become a metropolis of ...

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Bottoms Up, Part 3

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Three: Baby-Man

On any other day, he would’ve seen Harper’s SUV in the driveway and have automatically begun computing all the routes in the house that would minimize his chances of running into her. Today, he was happy to see her car. He would seek her out.

He didn’t have to look too hard, ...

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You Can Always Go Home Again, Part 1 of 2 [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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Monday

The taxi’s door closed, and before I could say “thanks,” it was back on the road again.

Sometimes the last few years felt like just a single minute. Sometimes it felt like an eternity. Looking at my childhood home now, it was all the familiar things that felt the most foreign. There w...

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Bottoms Up, Part 2

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Two: Hammy

Harper had an on-again, off-again relationship with smoking. It looked cool, she assumed, when she was a teenager. It kept her sane through college. She ditched it when she met Layne. She picked it back up again when they separated. She was vaping now. Not one of those enormous ‘rigs’ tha...

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Date Night [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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Throughout the meal, and in between conversations about the weather and our jobs, we shared knowing glances with each other.  When the waitress would approach our table, asking if we wanted more water, my wife would smirk at me and it’d be my cue to politely nod and ask for more.

“How are you doing over there?...

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Bottoms Up, Part 1

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Welcome to the next weekly serialized story: Bottom’s Up! I’m trying a few new things in this story, including perspectives from multiple characters. As always, your feedback (good or bad) is greatly appreciated and welcome.

Enjoy!


One: Donuts

Bleary-eyed, ha...

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Little Ms. Bishop (The Complete Story)

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One of the first longform stories I wrote e

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The Dazzling Farce of Ruby Dreams [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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3 Months Ago

At about the halfway point in her latte, she looked up from her phone to see a young man staring at her from across the cafe. He was trying his damndest to not look conspicuous. She appreciated his attempt at subtlety, though it wasn’t working.

She had two options: she could either ...

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Adopting [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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Lunch

I have a reputation for being standoffish. Or, on occasion, antisocial. Personally, I don’t believe this to be true, but I also don’t mind that being how others see me. I find that it buys me a lot of social leeway. Get a text? There’s no expectation that I’ll be answering promptly. Double...

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Neighbors, Part 22 + Epilogues [CONCLUSION!]

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Twenty-Two.

Neither Ashley nor I knew what our world would look like in the morning - but almost immediately after waking up we knew that everything had changed.

“What time did we leave the party?” she asked me, still cuddled against me on the bed.

“I have no idea.”

“That’s...

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Lil Blog: The End of Neighbors is Nigh

Hey!

So, tomorrow, the final chapter of Neighbors will be posted. Even though this story was fully written since last summer, publishing it every week and reading comments and responses to it has made this story a near-constant part of my life for the last 8 or so months. Seeing it wrap up is kind of bittersweet.

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Dumb [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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“You completed your doctorate this year, yes? You are now a PhD?”

She nodded silently.

“That’s very impressive. And you had gotten your master’s before this? Graduated top of your class?”

Another nod.

“Tell me more. What else have you accomplished?”

She opened her mouth slowly &nb...

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Neighbors, Part 21

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Twenty-One.

“Can I be honest with you? I feel a little silly right now.”

You’re the one who feels silly? I was the one lying on my back on the bed I shared with my wife - pants removed, diaper opened and damp baby wipes lapping at my tender skin.

I didn’t say anything.

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Blog - New Year, Fresh Diaper

Happy New Year!

Did Mommy or Daddy let you stay up to watch the ball drop? Or, did you just watch your diaper drop into the trash can? Regardless, I’m happy to start a new year with you all.

First and foremost, let’s talk about some of the stories that you’ll be reading here on QH this month:

T...

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His Second Infancy [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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“If you’ve ever wanted an example of ‘fragile masculinity,’ consider this: I offered my husband a pink bib yesterday. And do you know what he did? He actually turned his nose up at it and scoffed. As if, somehow, a pink bib was beneath him.”

The other women in the room giggled and laughed. Some glance...

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Neighbors, Part 20

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Twenty.

Somewhere between our twenties and thirties, party culture changes. The music gets lower. The beer gets a little more expensive. There’s more trash in the trash cans than there is on the ground. The food is better. More people show up earlier than later. It was a good thing, and I was happy to...

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What Ever Happened to Miss StephyLoo? [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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[Note from QH: There’s a word or two that I had to sensor in the story to ensure Patreon stayed off my back. Hopefully in both cases, it’s clear what the word was intended to be.]

People come and go. I guess that’s pretty obvious, but it still manages to be a life lesson that hits me pretty hard when I re...

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Neighbors, Part 19

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Nineteen.

“You look like you need your diaper changed,” Veronica said with a smirk.

“Huh?”

“You’ve got this pout on your face,” she said. “I don’t know what your problem is. I have to assume you’ve got something in your diaper.”

“Oh...uh...I’m not wearing a di...

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One Afternoon in Bell Hall [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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Logically, I know that Bell Hall is no different from any other dormitory on campus. 40 year old architecture, painted-over block walls, cold and white fluorescent lighting, aged tile floors with generations worth of stains. But the closer I get to the entrance of these all-female dorms, the faster my heart beats. Despite my ...

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Neighbors, Part 18

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Eighteen.

Ashley, perhaps knowing that I would be coming over to her place that night before I even did, had texted me to let me know that I could just let myself in whenever I got there.

While at work, in my most fantastical daydreams, I’d open the door and find herself in just a diaper, bent o...

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Powertrip (A Continuation of 'Power Lunch') [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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An earlier version posted had some erroneously repeated sections. This version should fix it, but please let me know if you catch anything that looks off.


Across the sea of cubicles, he could see her office door was open and waiting.

For all the times he had made this trip before, it had never ...

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Neighbors, Part 17

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Seventeen.

What is that smell?

It was me. I wasn’t sure if the smell of my diaper was what woke me up or not, but it certainly helped me snap out of any lingering drowsiness.

Lucy and I were spooning on her bed. She was, obviously, the big spoon. The lights were still on, but I co...

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Blog: December Stories!

Hey hey, babies! I hope you’re doing well!

I thought I’d do something new this month. I have all of December’s stories scheduled and ready to go, and I thought I’d give everyone a sense of what’s coming over the next few weeks:

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The Big Rest [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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I once read a book about a man convicted of murder. Some of the details have slipped my memory by now - the irrelevant ones. But he was seen as a person of interest almost immediately, though he denied having any involvement in the incident. Over the next few weeks, as investigators found more clues, they’d bring him in for...

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Neighbors, Part 16

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Sixteen.

It was starting to feel like a trend, where I’d wake up every morning wondering if the night before really happened or if it was a dream.

Ashley and Veronica making out in the kitchen. Ashley and I running into each other at the bar. My nights out with Lucy. That late night in bed with ...

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Desperation, Part 3 of 3 [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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Three

My mother had been a clean freak. At the risk of sounding dismissive, I think it was a different time. She never worked once she had kids, and so all she had was cleaning. She had a schedule. She vacuumed three times a week: Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Mondays were for laundry. Wednesday w...

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Neighbors, Chapter 15

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Fifteen.

In the evening following Veronica and I’s breakfast, the two of us sat side-by-side on the couch while Ashley stood before us. She had dropped by saying that she had good news that she wanted to share. I couldn’t speak for Veronica, but I had this strange feeling like we were Ashley’s par...

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Prescribed Advice [Tier 2 and 3 Exclusive]

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She’s got a cup of coffee in her hands, but she’s not drinking it. She hasn’t taken a single sip out of it yet. I’m tempted to be frustrated about it. It’s hot coffee. I paid for it. And now it’s just sitting in her hands, slowly losing heat.

She’s doing this on purpose, I think. Or, maybe, I should’ve l...

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Neighbors, Part 14

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Fourteen.

By the time that Lucy sent me home in a clean diaper, it was close to 2 AM. I had one single regret for the entire evening, and that was that I didn’t think to take the next day off. The workday was going to be brutal - though it would be worth it.

She had asked me to stay over for the...

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Desperation, Part 2 of 3 [Tier 3 Exclusive]

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I had never been ravaged before. That sort of thing only happened in the novels I read. The ones with painted covers and titles in script on the cover; the ones I kept in a drawer in my bedside table so that it wasn’t just sitting out in the event that someone else was in my room. Even a burglar. Especially a burgl...

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