u/DALozer42

We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that *normal* couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we *truly* loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our *pure* love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the *civilized* world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A year passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same *love* I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.

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Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

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We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that *normal* couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we *truly* loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our *pure* love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the *civilized* world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A year passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same *love* I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.

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Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that normal couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we truly loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our pure love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the civilized world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A few years passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same love I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.
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Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that normal couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we truly loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our pure love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the civilized world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A year passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same love I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that normal couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we truly loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our pure love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the civilized world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A year passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same love I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

We thought we were normal when we first started dating. Dinners, love, kisses, and passionate sex. All the things that normal couples do to express their love and devotion to each other, and we truly loved each other more than anything else in the world. We were perfect for each other, for a while anyway.

It started with rough play; you wanted me to spank you. A simple ask, something normal that a couple might want to try. However, it woke something dark within us—suppressed desires, darkness that everyone around us would view as depraved.

Soon, our friends and family were concerned for us, always showing bruises that might indicate abuse—bloodied noses, maybe even a broken bone or two. However, to us, it was just our way to show our pure love for each other. How devoted we were to try out these things most would call abuse.

Then, a few months later, someone intervened, and we were forced apart. I was placed in a mental institution, deemed to be too depraved to be left to wander with the civilized world. I wasn't Crazy, I just knew how to express my love for you. For months, I was locked away, and in that time, we didn't see each other. I never knew what they did with you. I just knew you weren't with me anymore.

When I was finally deemed 'safe' for society, I didn't search for you. I just assumed you moved on. You never came to see me, and I didn't want to reopen old wounds if you didn't want anything to do with me.

A year passed, and I tried to move on, show my love to other women, but none were anything like you. None wanted to share the same love I once shared with you.

I was miserable. I missed you.

Then one day, we had a chance encounter, and the flame that was suppressed for so long was reignited. Our love was set to flourish once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey there! This is a bit darker today. I wanted to do a story following a couple who had explored some of the darker sides of their love. True devotion, in both body and soul. I figured it would be a toxic relationship, but not truly abusive. Though I'm willing to discuss just about whatever with you!

I left it open for you to develop your character. Maybe when you message me, you can tell me what happened to you during the year we were apart. Did you forget our 'brief' fling? Maybe even explain who got me thrown into a mental institution?

Thank you for taking the time to read! I hope you have a good day.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+