Secret Desires

Landon found the blog by accident. Or maybe it found *him*.

One late-night scroll through Reddit, one lingering click on a link he swore he’d exit immediately… and suddenly he’s here—knees pressed into the bathroom floor at 2 AM while his girlfriend sleeps down the hall, her lace panties stretched tight around his thickening cock. The mirror doesn’t lie.

It shows the way his breath catches when I order him to *spread*, her delicate fabric straining against his hips. Shows the flush creeping down his chest when I mock how much better he looks in her clothes than she ever could. Shows the exact moment he realizes he’s not just *looking* at filth anymore, he’s *becoming* it.

“They’re softer than yours,” I tell him, watching his fingers tremble as they trace the soaked-through lace. “But we’ll fix that. Won’t we, Landon?”

His nod is frantic.

Because humiliation isn’t just a fantasy now.

It’s a promise.

And I always keep those.