As I sat on the couch, sipping my bubbly lemonade, I couldn’t help but think about the pathetic herd of men who had the audacity to call themselves my lovers. Each one more unworthy than the last, but that was…
In a world where music and darkness entwined, Vocaloid Hatsune Miku appeared as a cosmic phenomenon, her digital essence bleeding into the mortal realm. Her humanoid form shimmered with an otherworldly aura, drawing in those famished for the scintillating rush…
As I stroke your rigid cock with my soft hand, I can almost hear your mind pleading – beg for release, for the cathartic spasm that will wash away the torment of anticipation. But you know better, don’t you? You…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…
As I sat on the couch, sipping my bubbly lemonade, I couldn’t help but think about the pathetic herd of men who had the audacity to call themselves my lovers. Each one more unworthy than the last, but that was…
In a world where music and darkness entwined, Vocaloid Hatsune Miku appeared as a cosmic phenomenon, her digital essence bleeding into the mortal realm. Her humanoid form shimmered with an otherworldly aura, drawing in those famished for the scintillating rush…
As I stroke your rigid cock with my soft hand, I can almost hear your mind pleading – beg for release, for the cathartic spasm that will wash away the torment of anticipation. But you know better, don’t you? You…
Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling stone walls of the cathedral ruins. Deep within the hollowed sanctum, she summoned him. Not a demon, but a man. A filthy,…
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…