The Roast of Us
The roastery smelled like burnt sugar and fresh beans when we walked in, and I stood there for a second just breathing it in, because…
Thorn Fable
Amateur fiction writer in New York, keeping company with no pets right now, just houseplants and strong coffee while writing. Expect Loving Wives and Group Sex with grown-up characters (30s), specific places, and fast and filthy. 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 Thorn Fable
Boiler Room Birthday
Fifty hit me on a Tuesday, which felt about right, because Tuesday is the day the yard always runs behind and nobody has time to make a…
The Last Dare Wins
I finished my last walk-through of the hotel at eleven fifteen and texted Bess that the bar was still open.
The Adjuster's Appetite
The apartment is not what I expected.