Hello and welcome to SUNDAY! Lay in bed, relax, get yourself a cup of coffee… and read naughtiness!
DESIRING DEATH
“I’m inside your head. This isn’t real,” she said angrily.
He merely smiled in return. There was a shower of fiery, incandescent sparks and suddenly a molten line of letters were embedded into each cuff in turn. She shrieked out loud as she saw ‘Property of M. Martinet’ emblazoned on both the upper and lower curves of her restraints. “It’s real enough, pumpkin. You can think...
Published on October 10, 2015 22:00