As I stroke your rigid cock with my soft hand, I can almost hear your mind pleading –…

Cyn lit the final black candle with her tongue. The wick flared, casting eerie shadows on the crumbling…

Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants….

Deep within the bowels of a seedy nightclub, hidden from prying eyes, there exists a world of erotic…

Deep, measured breaths fled my lips as I settled into my plush chair, the click of my headset…