The first rule of getting away with murder is; never, ever, tell anyone what you did. No matter what happens, do not admit, do not confess. Take that secret to the grave.
I’m in the bedroom. Bent double over the foot of the bed, ankles cuffed to the posts, arms tied above and behind my head. Face in the mattress.
I can see you watching me. Oh, you avert your eyes when I look around, you pretend to be deep…
From the very depths of my masochistic painslut kink, a disturbingly ambiguous monologue on dark fantasies
“He wants to see you. Downstairs.” Grace’s tone is ominous, a current of dark humour running beneath the surface, echoing…
Exorcism-themed BDSM threesome; a fantasy of kinky correction
A tale of black magic masturbation
Lock-picking and cock-sucking; a romance
One from the drafts folder; this was originally going to be my Smut Marathon Round 7 entry, but I wasn’t sure if it was close enough to the prompt, so I held it back.
You said you enjoyed humiliation, forgetting – just for a moment – that you were pouring your heart out to…
Three shakes of their fists, and they both choose ‘paper’. An opening gambit, each hedging their bets, testing the other. Eye contact locked and loaded. Game on.