Earlier this evening, I finished the latest erotic horror novel written by my favorite author. It’s a terrifying tale of a monstrous creature, a ruthlessly brutal
serial killer whose victims, beautiful women, disappear without a trace. Nicknamed the ‘Lingerie Killer’ by the detectives trying to catch him, his victim’s 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, it’s 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, I’m starting to imagine that my secret obsession with kinky lingerie and bondage, like the revealing latex bodysuit I’m
wearing tonight, might make me the Lingerie Killer’s next victim.
Of course, even if the novel’s story isn’t true, it still makes for several deliciously disturbing latex nightmares...