Sexy Smut Sunday: Handcuffed

The perfect love story. In the shadows of the basement she tested him.

“Promise to love me forever?”

“I promise.” he said.

“To never leave me?”

“Never.”

She fed him his meal and massaged the oil into his handcuff sores.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

His eyes pleaded but he know better than to ask.

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Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.