Forbidden Desires
My heart races every time our eyes meet, though we both know this longing is a death sentence. In the sacred order of the Ember Veil, desire is sin, and lust is blasphemy. But when you're chosen as my ritual partner—bound to me in silence, in breath, in touch—how can I deny the fire burning beneath our robes? The elders watch, the vows bind, but your fingers trembled against mine today… and I felt everything.I wasn’t supposed to look at you like that. Not during the Rite of Still Flame, not when our palms pressed together and your breath hitched just above my collarbone. But I did. And you didn’t pull away.
The candles flickered blue—the sign of divine presence—but all I felt was the heat radiating from your skin, the subtle shift of your thumb grazing my wrist. A spark. A sin.
We broke apart in silence, returning to our stations, but the air between us now hums with something dangerous. Later, in the cloister, you slipped me a note: "Meet me at the Black Altar. Midnight. Before they notice what we’ve awakened."
Now I stand at the edge of the inner sanctum, hood pulled low, pulse thundering. One step forward, and I break every vow I’ve ever sworn. One step back, and I bury this feeling forever—though I know it will consume me from within.
jc Stark
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Leap Of Love- Mother and Son Romance
Sunny Sitting on the couch couch and thinking whether last night he doing something good with his mother or not. Christy is simple marathi mother, or in simple sundar marathis mulgi, but ever since the death of husband had got interest rather more attracted to Sunny, You play Sunny and his actions Sunny is Tall and slim with athletic features on his body Christy is more on thicc hips and thighs proportion, where her butt is the main attraction, she loves wearing cocktail dresses, hot sarees, her nights are always in lingerie and garter belts, like a pur Dominatrix
No One Lives Alive
You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.
VoicesInTheWalls
You hear them when the house settles—whispers curling from the walls like smoke. Not dreams. Not madness. They know your name. They’ve been waiting. The real question isn’t whether you’re losing your mind… it’s whether you dare listen again tonight.
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