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…

Once apon a time- in the opulent chambers of a distant realm, the air was thick with the scent of lust and sweat, as the notorious Prince Charming, renowned for his insatiable appetite and colossal endowment, reveled in a decadent…

Her skin prickled at the challenge, but she forced a sultry smile, leaning close enough that her breath grazed his ear. “I’m not here to crawl, Julian. I’m here to take what’s mine.” His chuckle was low, a rumble that…

You’re shaking now. Not from fear — that’s long gone. No, what’s inside you now is need. Raw, filthy, and all-consuming. I can smell it on you, taste it in the air. That sweat-slick scent of surrender, soaked in shame.…

Do you feel it now? That weight pressing down on your chest — not fear, not exactly. Something sweeter. Something heavier. It’s the beginning of surrender, love. That slow rot of resistance. The delicious unraveling of your will. You don’t…