Sucking the squirt from Strife’s thighs Barely holding in my own horny sighs Void-eyes dilating as I look out And wonder -- What were we fighting about? ….oh, right... I Spite-fucked A demon His name was Pain (Sadomasochism, his favorite game) And… while I reached for the knife and slid its kiss between my thighs ...Mmm, I got so wet, that I stained the whole bed Pain leaned in close, offering me a collar of scars Meeting...

Sins by Ayesha The monsoon air hung thick and sweet over the narrow lane, clinging to Aman’s skin as he watched the moving truck disgorge its contents. He was nineteen, adrift in the liminal space between boyhood and manhood, his college admission letter still crisp on his desk. Then, she emerged. Ayesha Khatun was a vision sculpted from temptation itself, wrapped in the black burkha that was both shield and accentuator....

The Saturday morning sun filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting golden stripes across the granite countertop where Jenn had arranged a breakfast spread worthy of a five-star hotel. Eggs Benedict with perfectly poached yolks, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee filled the air with an aroma that made her hubby's stomach growl in anticipation. "Morning, honey," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Jenn's wa...

On the train, heading home, I close my eyes and drift. You are opposite me when I wake up. I wonder if you’re wearing pantyhose or stockings and focus on the hem of your short skirt. Uncrossing your legs and parting your thighs, you stand up. I see stocking tops, and then a glimpse of white lace panties with a dark bush shining through. The stranger beside me stifles a gasp. I follow you onto the platform and we kiss deep...

Tess, feeling bold and confident in her red minidress, stiletto heels, and hidden cock, struts into the truckstop with a swaying walk, drawing whistles and catcalls from the drivers. She loves the attention, the way their eyes linger on her curves, especially the way Bryan, a towering, muscular man, watches her with an intense gaze. As she passes his rig, he steps out, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, and with a d...

They lay on the bed together in each other's arms, touching noses. As he ran his fingers through her thick auburn hair, Stephen whispered, "It's been arranged. Next weekend." Rebecca's heart immediately began to beat faster; her mind raced as she imagined what he might mean. Maybe it was something innocent, like the dinner party they had planned, or something a little more naughty, like an encounter with Max. Deep down, a...

​In a grand estate far from the soot-stained air of the capital, there stood a manor of ancient stone—the ancestral seat of a Great Duke, passed down through many generations. Beyond its wrought-iron gates, the hallways were lined with dark mahogany and gold leaf, the air smelling of beeswax and heavy drapes. But beneath this veneer of aristocratic splendor, a cold secret was woven into the very fabric of the house. ​In a...

They lay on the bed together in each other's arms, touching noses. As he ran his fingers through her thick auburn hair, Stephen whispered, "It's been arranged. Next weekend." Rebecca's heart immediately began to beat faster; her mind raced as she imagined what he might mean. Maybe it was something innocent, like the dinner party they had planned, or something a little more naughty, like an encounter with Max. Deep down, a...