Earlier this evening, I finished the latest erotic horror novel written by my favorite author. Itís a terrifying tale of a monstrous creature, a ruthlessly brutal
serial killer whose victims, beautiful women, disappear without a trace. Nicknamed the ĎLingerie Killerí by the detectives trying to catch him, his victimís only
connection is a shared interest in kinky lingerie and bondage. One might say their obsession with leather and lace, latex and steel, drew his fatal attention.
This novel, itís a work of fiction, or is it? Perhaps my favorite author had access to insider information about an actual serial killer. Standing here by the fireplace on this dark and stormy night, Iím starting to imagine that my secret obsession with kinky lingerie and bondage, like the revealing latex bodysuit Iím wearing tonight, might make me the Lingerie Killerís next victim.
Of course, even if the novelís story isnít true, it still makes for several deliciously disturbing latex nightmares...