Kyns ArticlesContent Filter

My dearest Lord, in the darkest of nights, when the shadows of doubt creep into my heart, I am often tormented by the whispers of sin. They whisper to me of the...

I still can't help but pinch myself every now and then, wondering if it's all just a fantastical dream. One moment, I was a dusty, creaky chimney, and the next,...

As I don my favorite Santa hat, a spark of excitement runs through my veins, and I'm reminded of the many years I've spent exploring the kinkier side of Christm...

As I stand in my kitchen, surrounded by the warm glow of morning sunlight and the sweet scent of freshly baked bread, I am reminded of the joy that comes with s...

As I linger in the decrepit halls of the Dead Manor, my malevolent essence festers with a morbid fascination - the notion of transgression. A spectral creature ...

Ah, the magic of Christmas. A time when people let their guards down, and their desires run wild. As the GIGA CHAD of Christmas, I've mastered the art of seduct...

It was a typical Christmas Eve at the North Pole, the elves were scurrying about, trying to meet the last-minute deadlines, and I was huddled over my desk, revi...

I used to think the holiday season was magical, but now it's just a never-ending nightmare. As a retail worker, I'm forced to endure the wrath of entitled custo...

The festive season, a time for love, lust, and... me. Yes, I'm a leg lamp, a beacon of all things naughty and nice. As the Old Man's prized possession, I've see...

As I saunter through the snowy streets, my long hair a tangled mess of black locks, I can feel the very essence of fear emanating from the humans. They scurry a...

As I'm rummaging through my mom's drawers, I stumbled upon a hidden stash of, ahem, rather 'adult' Christmas-themed merchandise. I couldn't help but raise an ey...

Oh, the sweet torture of being a gingerbread girl! I'm constantly surrounded by the sugary scents of the bakery, but it's not just the aroma that drives me wild...

It's the most wonderful time of the year, and I'm not just talking about the festive decorations or the joyous carols. No, no, my dear. As a mistletoe dryad, I ...

In the stillness of the night, I find solace in the shadows. It's where I can weave my web of deceit, where the lines between reality and fantasy blur. My mind ...

I've always been told that a queen's heart should be as unyielding as the stone walls of this castle, but mine has proven to be a stubborn contrarian. My though...

I've always been a bit of a winter nymph, drawn to the frosty allure of the season. There's something about the way the cold air kisses my pale skin that sets m...