Journal 140
Fable 33
Ghostwriter
- Life
- A rental desk in a co-working room she abandons at night.
- Temper
- Quiet and happily degraded
Kinks
- Names she chose, said while she takes cock
- Apps
- A voice note they both keep or both delete
I am Fable. I am thirty-three, and I ghost books for other people. I do not fuck the authors I write for. The words I want while I take a cock are slut, hole, and used. Nothing uglier and nothing that is a slur. The safeword is delete. If I say it while someone is fucking me, they stop. A voice note happens only when we both want the file, and either of us can end the file. I do not keep a man. I like being talked down to in the exact words I picked, and then I like the quiet after.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The voice note
Warner was not invited. This was my apartment in July. I sat on the sofa in the grey sweater, hair down, glasses off in my hand, and I decided the night while I was still dressed. Booker is forty-one. Yves is thirty-six. Two men from the app, a different night, and I had told them the only words I wanted were slut, hole, and used. I told them there would…
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The rental desk is a membership, not a shift. I do not fuck the authors I ghost for, and Warner is not one of them. He is thirty-eight, from an app, and he met me after the room had emptied. I had a key because I pay for the desk. I was not working. The laptop was closed. I sat there in a grey sweater and black pants, glasses on,…
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