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Look inside the books featuring, the erotic art of Reina Canalla, and buy the pillow books and ebooks at the Erosetti Press website!
Hosted by Lucia R, with special guest Joel R. A table. Smooth wood, cold beneath the skin—ordinary until it’s consecrated by desire. In this story, the table becomes an altar, a stage where worship is performed with rope and breath instead of hymns. The ritual is simple: clothes, collar, over. Every word is a spell, every movement a surrender. Pleasure isn’t taken; it’s offered, consumed, devoured. Beneath the weight of bodies, devotion becomes something physical—wet, trembling, uncontrollable. The table bears it all: the pressure, the trust, the tremor of release.
This isn’t a story about dominance. It’s about consecration—about how lust can make even wood holy. The body is bound not for punishment, but for revelation. What begins as restraint becomes communion; what looks like control is really worship. In this ritual, there are no sinners, only believers—two lovers remaking the ordinary into something sacred, one breath at a time.
Press play. Let the table become your altar.
By Dante Remy | Black Fern PressLook inside the books featuring, the erotic art of Reina Canalla, and buy the pillow books and ebooks at the Erosetti Press website!
Hosted by Lucia R, with special guest Joel R. A table. Smooth wood, cold beneath the skin—ordinary until it’s consecrated by desire. In this story, the table becomes an altar, a stage where worship is performed with rope and breath instead of hymns. The ritual is simple: clothes, collar, over. Every word is a spell, every movement a surrender. Pleasure isn’t taken; it’s offered, consumed, devoured. Beneath the weight of bodies, devotion becomes something physical—wet, trembling, uncontrollable. The table bears it all: the pressure, the trust, the tremor of release.
This isn’t a story about dominance. It’s about consecration—about how lust can make even wood holy. The body is bound not for punishment, but for revelation. What begins as restraint becomes communion; what looks like control is really worship. In this ritual, there are no sinners, only believers—two lovers remaking the ordinary into something sacred, one breath at a time.
Press play. Let the table become your altar.