Bdsm

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct smear of…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the convent, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of incense, stale and clinging, mingled…