PrimeHorizon

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Bound by Desire
In the quiet aftermath of battle, when the dust settles and the scars still ache beneath the skin, there lies a story not everyone dares to tell—a story of passion birthed from pain, of two souls forged in fire, destined to clash and maybe...just maybe, destined to save each other.
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in BookClub
What Your Porn Search History Says About Your Brain. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Let’s Be Real: You’ve Searched Some Weird Stuff We all have. Whether it’s step-sibling storylines, latex-clad dominatrixes, or oddly specific categories like “clown feet on glass table”—your porn search history is a digital roadmap of your curiosity.
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Filthy
Why Edging Feels Better Than Finishing (Sometimes). AI-Generated.
Let’s Be Honest—You’ve Done It Maybe you didn’t even know it had a name. You’re mid-solo session or caught up in a partner’s rhythm, teetering right on the edge of orgasm…
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Filthy
The Seamstress Who Mends Time. AI-Generated.
Her needles click like second hands, stitching midnights into hemlines— each dress a living almanac of seasons worn and weathered.
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Taxi Driver Who Navigates Dreams. AI-Generated.
His cab’s meter runs on moonbeams, fueled by the sighs of sleepers tossing under thin sheets. You hail him without meaning to—
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Bartender Who Pours Liquid Memories. AI-Generated.
The regulars don’t come for the booze— they come for the way he slides a glass across the polished oak and says,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Graffiti Prophet. AI-Generated.
He paints in the dead of night, spray-can sermons on brick skin— a woman with galaxies in her braids, a train that bleeds wildflowers,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Witch of the 24-Hour Diner. AI-Generated.
Her spatula traces runes in the griddle’s grease, each pancake flipped with a whispered *please*— *"Maple syrup like liquid gold,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Astronaut's Wife Waits for the Storm. AI-Generated.
The radio crackles with static— his voice breaking through like a ship through atmosphere. *"Another week,"* he says,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Symphony of Us. AI-Generated.
You learn her in movements— *First movement: Allegro.* The year of tangled limbs and too-late nights, of burned dinners and takeout boxes,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
Love at the Laundromat. AI-Generated.
You were sorting socks, she was fighting a vending machine— somehow spilling a tide of quarters across the linoleum.
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets
The Love Letter You Find While Packing for the Move. AI-Generated.
You weren’t looking for it— just clearing out the junk drawer full of dead batteries and orphaned keys when the envelope slipped loose,
By PrimeHorizon9 months ago in Poets