A bit twisted...even by my standards enjoy

A friend of mine suggested these titles to me and I felt the need to share. I love decent smutt...Freaky Tales By Nailah Setepenre

The clever mind behind Beauty is back, crafting a more fiercely erotic and darkly sensual collection of stories that have become synonymous with her name.

In this most recent collection, up and coming author Nailah Setepenre offers up the peculiar and fantastic world of the BDSM, where erotic fantasies know no bounds.

Within these six arousing stories you'll discover how wildly promiscuous imaginations react when an overly submissive woman stumbles into their path, a family with a sadistic streak finally succumbs to unexpectedly dangerous desires, a mass hunt that turns into a darkened night of terror and delight and how a couple manipulates the innocent to dominate and stimulate.

Don't close your eyes, you won't want to miss a single moment!

Beauty By Nailah Setepenre

Amani seemed to be ignoring Vince's struggles as she licked a trail from Vince's ear to his collarbone, half-distracting Vince from worrying why he was bound.

Why couldn't she believe Vince's excuses about where the bruises had come from? Why did the mark on Vince's right arm give her the impression of a large hand? Vince had said he was clumsy, but never once had he tripped or accidentally bumped into anything while in Amani's presence.

"You'll find out tomorrow." Before Vince could protest, Amani captured Vince's mouth with her own and started moving her hips in a way that instantly distracted Vince from other thoughts.

"Vince. I'm sorry." Vince's throat was too raw for him to speak, but Amani continued despite his silence, staring into Vince's eyes as she did so.

Vince loved her, Vince was devoted to her, and Vince wasn't going to leave her like her last love had. With a faint sigh, Amani rolled over so that she was face-to-face with Vince, pressed tightly against Vince's side.

"I want you to paint me." Vince's shirt was removed as Amani spoke, the painter's mouth moving down the planes of Vince's chest, making Vince shiver.

Amani teased Vince, circling around the sides of Vince's chest but ignoring the points Vince really wanted her to touch.

Bon Appetit!

Ah, a toilet. A pretty, human toilet. The title is no mere figure of speech, I'm afraid. It means exactly what it sounds like. you’ll be a human toilet, doing what all toilets do: consuming the waste of those who use you.

It’s probably the most unwanted duty, but somebody has to do it. That somebody is going to be you.

 Nobody really wants to be a toilet, but I want you to strive to be the best little toilet you can be. So, as a toilet, you’ll be trained to drink and eat what is given to you. It will be difficult, but I know you can get used to it.

Don’t worry about getting sick, you’ll get plenty of shots. Oh, your training period will certainly be difficult – there’s usually plenty of vomiting at the start. you won’t be able to escape your new role in life during your education: you’ll sleep while breathing from a mask attached to a waste-filled aroma casket, and even your real food and drinks will be mixed with waste and urine.

Eventually, you’ll have no choice but to adapt. you’ll learn to perform gracefully, willingly, and not spill so much as a drop. Also during your training, you’ll be getting your lips plumped full of collagen until they reach ridiculous proportions. That will make them nice, soft, and cushy, which will make them inviting to have pressed to one’s nether regions.

Once you’re ready, you’ll be stationed in a stall in a public restroom, or in the private chambers of a Lady who wants you. you’ll have to be chained there by the waist, naturally. Now, if you’re a poor toilet, you’ll be punished – nobody wants to have their mouth scrubbed with a toilet brush. If you’re a very bad toilet, I’ll just lock you in a little cupboard beneath an actual toilet with the drain funneled into your mouth. But if you’re a very good toilet, you may get rewarded. If you apply yourself, I’ll just mess around with your perceptions until pee and feces taste like the most delicious of desserts, and you won’t ever be able to get enough. And if someone is pleased with your service, they can push a handle that will trigger your indwelling vibrator.

See how nice we can be? Being a toilet, you’ll start out wearing a catsuit, an open face hood, all in slick, white vinyl with brown trim. you won’t have to worry about stains. you’ll sponge right off. But please try not to be a messy eater, honestly. you may get fancier outfits in time, once you’ve earned them. So, bon appetit!