There, I said it.
Like most cheaters, I had my reasons. My ex was emotionally manipulative, verbally abusive, great at undermining my self-esteem, and inevitably became jealous of anyone who expressed friendship. I didn't realize it at the time, of course... I just sort of assumed that me feeling worthless reflected the way others saw me too.
I have a few suggestions for the next “spicy story” and a few ideas of my own but tonight is not the night for those suggestions or those ideas. But I don’t really like leaving things idle, so… let’s do some more spicy questions and answers to pass the time! I don’t mind answering when I’ve got complete control of what gets shared, after all!
Let's take a break from the spicy for a minute to talk about consent.
Previous Chapter: Interlude in the Lower City Pt. 1
This didn’t go quite as I expected, but I think it ended up better for it. Look, I’m an awkward person and I would 100% miss those social queues. I’m just uhm. You know. Glad things ended up working out for the best. Now, where is that salve…
Content Warning: Contains sex, consensual tief on tief violence, potentially traumatized bakers, and broken dishes.
You know what? I have a rather active imagination sometimes, and my girlfriend Vul is such an enabler, you know? After she sort of… opened the door to a bit of humiliation and restraint, my imagination went ‘whee’ and started taking me in directions I didn’t know I wanted to go.
This is another in what may or may not become a series of stories about my inevitable, delightful descent into depravity.
Content warning: This story is NSFW. It contains angsty tieflings, consensual violence, restraints, and a few naughty things.