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Tethered Desires is a provocative work of dark & depraved fiction centered around married denial. Written by Vera Ashvale, this title immerses readers in taboo desires through vivid detail, emotional dominance, and deep psychological exploration.

Tethered Desires

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  • Synopsis

    Tethered Desires by Vera Ashvale

    What happens when a wife discovers her true power—not through her husband, but through the cocks of other men?

    Tethered Desires by Vera Ashvale is a bold and unapologetically carnal novel of ritual cuckoldry, orgasmic dominance, and submissive devotion. Rachel and Ethan have been married for five years. Their sex life is quiet. Polite. Empty.

    Until Ethan finally confesses the truth:
    He wants to see her used.

    What begins as fantasy becomes a sacred routine. Bulls stretch her. Fill her. Leave her pussy, ass, and throat wide and dripping. She doesn’t apologize. She blooms. And Ethan? He learns to kneel. To clean. To archive every pair of ruined panties and taste what others leave behind.

    As Rachel’s body becomes a throne for male pleasure, Ethan finds himself reborn—not as her lover, but as her witness.

    She is not his to keep.
    She is his to serve.

    Written in Vera Ashvale’s signature tone—elegant, dominant, emotionally explicit—Tethered Desires is an erotic descent into submissive masculinity and sovereign womanhood. For readers who crave power exchange, wet worship, and the sacred ache of being forgotten during sex…

    This is the book that leaves a mark.

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The Chamber's Veil

You shouldn’t be here.
Not yet. Not before it’s ready.
But that’s what makes you want it more, isn’t it?
The way the cover didn’t tell you everything. The way the last sentence paused before it pushed deeper. The way your own body tensed — not because you finished, but because you didn’t.

 

This isn’t where the stories are.
This is where they’re still forming. Wet. Private. Not spoken aloud.

 

Some of them are still being written.
Some of them were never supposed to be read.

 

But she’s opening.
Slowly. Unwillingly.
And if you want to feel it when it happens — if you want to be the first to know what slips out before the final edit — then you’ll have to give something.

 

Not everything.
Just your email.
That’s enough to say yes.

 

She’ll do the rest.

Whispers You Missed

 

The stories aren't over.

They're just waiting for you to look down.

If you've scrolled this far, maybe it's because your fingers are searching for something your mind won't admit. Below are the entries they don't want you to read - the ones that know what you've done, what you've craved, and what your body has already confessed without permission.

these aren't just blog posts. They're confessions in disguise. And one of them is yours.

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Go ahead. Click the one that watches you back.

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