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…

The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I settled on all fours before her, my Mistress…

As Jim’s orgasm approached, he felt a sudden presence behind him. He turned his head to see Lacey,…

Jim, the mortician, was a disgusting man. His lab coat was stained with God knows what, and his…