The Elevator Wait
Okay so this happened six months into my job at Thornwood Lodge, and I still can't tell it without grinning like an idiot.
Hearth of Thistle
Amateur fiction writer in UK, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect Group Sex with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and secret. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. 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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Stories by Hearth of Thistle
Range Rider's Agreement
I'll tell you how it ends first: I drove three hours home Monday morning still smelling like Fowler's Flats, and I didn't wash that shirt…