WARNING: Do not proceed if you want a Cinderella tale with a beautiful prince charming. My tale is nothing of the sort. It’s downright despicable and dirty to many. Continue if you think that is your cup of tea. Everyone else? Go find a jewelry store and pearls to clutch.
Picture this: It’s Christmas Eve. There you are, drinking eggnog, minding your own business in your cozy apartment. The fireplace is lit and crackling, and the pine from your new Christmas tree is wafting through the air. Everything is perfect. Until your craft project turns horribly wrong, somehow creating a portal...
WARNING: Do not proceed if you want a Cinderella tale with a beautiful prince charming. My tale is nothing of the sort. It’s downright despicable and dirty to many. Continue if you think that is your cup of tea. Everyone else? Go find a jewelry store and pearls to clutch.
Picture this: It’s Christmas Eve. There you are, drinking eggnog, minding your own business in your cozy apartment. The fireplace is lit and crackling, and the pine from your new Christmas tree is wafting through the air. Everything is perfect. Until your craft project turns horribly wrong, somehow creating a portal from the underworld into your apartment. Monsters that you would have feared lurking in the dark corners of your rooms at night come crawling out from the pits of Hell. Well, that’s exactly what happened to me. I’d say that it was a nightmare, but really it was the day my life changed for the better. I learned about my deepest desires, finding out I had kinks that I’d never even dared to dream about, leaving my innocence behind. Refined and shy kindergarten teacher no longer. They brought my needs to the surface with their dirty words and touches, and now I’d never want to be on the nice list again. Not when being naughty felt so good. I’ll tell you what they did to me, but only if you think you can handle it.
