Consensual torture - On Queer Street
“I want to torture you. Consensually.” – words I sent to a friend last night. I hope the DM message made him smile. In fact, no: I hope it made him hard. This piece of smut, however, is for me, because I want to distract myself from the mess that my every day life is swiftly becoming with a fantasy. A fantasy where I can be confident, be in control, and cavort with dirty words. I want to tie you up so I can torture you. Consensual torture, of course, because I know that’s what you want. I grin every time I remember how woundRead More →