Fifteen Dirty Promises.
Immerse yourself in high-heat psychological erotica where consent fuels every risk
A provocative adult series exploring the true price of desire — 18+ only
"Fifteen Dirty Promises"
15 weeks. 15 promises. One woman learning what freedom really costs.
She’s smart, successful, in control—until an anonymous platform dares her to prove it.
Each Monday, a new “promise” lands in her inbox: complete it and continue, refuse and it’s over. What begins as curiosity soon tests her limits, her secrets, and the blurry line between fantasy and reality.
Who’s behind the game? Why her? And how far will she go to claim the life she never allowed herself to want?
A sensual psychological drama for adults 18+. No non-consent, no violence—just the thrill of desire pushing every boundary.
15 weeks. 15 promises. One woman learning what freedom really costs.
She’s smart, successful, in control—until an anonymous platform dares her to prove it.
Each Monday, a new “promise” lands in her inbox: complete it and continue, refuse and it’s over. What begins as curiosity soon tests her limits, her secrets, and the blurry line between fantasy and reality.
Who’s behind the game? Why her? And how far will she go to claim the life she never allowed herself to want?
A sensual psychological drama for adults 18+. No non-consent, no violence—just the thrill of desire pushing every boundary.
What You’ll Discover Inside
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Fifteen escalating challengesFrom a daring public touch to obedience that rewrites her limits - Pleasure measured in millionsEvery week has a price tag, proving desire can be bought—and spent
- A curator who never shows his faceHe commands by text, yet owns her body, schedule, and fear
- Consent turned into a contractNo forced scenes, only voluntary surrender—signed in digital ink
- Voyeurism that tastes like freedomBeing watched becomes the key that unlocks her real self
- High-heat moments in every chapterConsensual, adult encounters told with style—not shock
Chapter 1 — Entry
She moved through the hallway like a slowed-down reel.
Sat on the edge of her bed, phone glowing in the dark.
Privatim.
A black screen. Two words in white: “Apply now.”
She stared at them like they were a dare, as if the site itself was waiting to see who blinked first.
Her mouth went dry. She clicked.
Data entry. ID-scan. A single field for the amount: 60 000$.
She entered the code; the money vanished in a blink.
It felt like selling her soul — only without the tears.
The screen flashed:
“Welcome to 15 Weeks.
You’re no longer in control.
You only obey.”
She leaned back. Something inside her smiled — slowly, deeply.
For the first time in forever… she was truly afraid.
Sat on the edge of her bed, phone glowing in the dark.
Privatim.
A black screen. Two words in white: “Apply now.”
She stared at them like they were a dare, as if the site itself was waiting to see who blinked first.
Her mouth went dry. She clicked.
Data entry. ID-scan. A single field for the amount: 60 000$.
She entered the code; the money vanished in a blink.
It felt like selling her soul — only without the tears.
The screen flashed:
“Welcome to 15 Weeks.
You’re no longer in control.
You only obey.”
She leaned back. Something inside her smiled — slowly, deeply.
For the first time in forever… she was truly afraid.
The interface faded to pure white, calm as a private clinic.
15 weeks. 15 tasks. Personal curator.
“You’ve been granted access to an experimental platform based on full consent, strict anonymity, and confidentiality. All actions are mediated by your curator.”
Then a single button: “Sign the contract.”
She dragged her finger across the glass. Her name appeared, time-stamped, immutable.
The session activated.
Silence settled, but it wasn’t empty; it was a countdown.
15 weeks. 15 tasks. Personal curator.
“You’ve been granted access to an experimental platform based on full consent, strict anonymity, and confidentiality. All actions are mediated by your curator.”
Then a single button: “Sign the contract.”
She dragged her finger across the glass. Her name appeared, time-stamped, immutable.
The session activated.
Silence settled, but it wasn’t empty; it was a countdown.
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