I've been too coy with you, lads and dads. You've seen the content warnings, but until now, you've only felt the suggestion of the heat.
Let me remedy that so we understand each other. 🧵👇
Confounded, disgusted, thrilled in the grossest way imaginable, I scuttle back to my room--hallway air festooned with that cloying candy aroma, as if she'd marked territory I wasn't allowed to enter.
~Inner Sanctums Book I Paradise Found | By J.C. Smithfield
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"You nestle your face into my chest. Like there’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here--draped over me like the finest glittering raiment of any king.
Have I turned you to gold? I think I might have. But my God, I couldn’t help it. You just shine so fucking bright."
"...it always felt like, in that deep, singular holy place, not even God could distinguish me from my hunger and thirst. And so He must, then, countenance His mercy upon me."
Inner Sanctums: Book I - Paradise Found
Reviews are in:
"Slightly disturbing, highly arousing, and strangely beautiful."
"Head and shoulders above most erotica I've read in craft, depth and impact."
"You said you write smut. What I just read was also, like, literary and shit."
"You got me off but now I'm all confused"
"You’re just a hole to me now. Each thrust makes an oily, popping noise. They march in a percussive formation as boots through mud. Absolutely railing you inside out becomes my reason for being. I become the fuck."
Inner Sanctums: Epilogue | JC Smithfield
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Bro I feel like I manifested this video. Seriously, I've been so curious about, like, you. I think this is good, Bate Bro. I'm so glad someone spoke on this. I'm so glad it was you.
Also, I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to just hold you and make you feel small and let you put your hands and lips anywhere you want. Because you deserve that.
I hope you find the intimacy you're looking for. Physical, social, sexual, intellectual intimacy. I can't offer it myself. But I offer solidarity and connection. Reach out bro.
You like what you've read & you want something a teentz more—you. Something altogether quite singular? Commissioned stories are single-scene vignettes. Or we can string them together like pearls. You just tell daddy how many wanna clutch, and how hard.
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You've always needed someone to name the demon.
To pull it out of the shadows so it can finally breathe--and ruin you with it a little, before calling you a good boy and pulling you out. Dusting you off and sending you home.
Thrilled. Satisfied.
"'You're mine now, son. Mine,' I tell you. Your breath rushes out in one beautifully resigned sigh--the kind a man makes after swimming from a shipwreck, lurching onto his back in the sandy surf."
JC Smithfield | Inner Sanctuns: Monkey's Paw | Out now
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"You yawn your safety out in a big stretch, and nestle your face into my chest. Peaceful. Like there’s nowhere in the universe you’d rather be than right here—draped over me like the finest glittering raiment of any king."
Inner Sanctums: Monkey's Paw | JC Smithfield | Out now | https://t.co/N2ZMJ92roe