🔞 Motel Case File #1 🔞Obscene. Untouched. Archived.
By Anonymous (Plain Smut)
“The cameras were always on.”
Welcome to the Bleached Palms Motel. Rooms rented by the hour. Guests don't sign names. They sign over control.
What was found beneath this rotting roadside motel, beneath the mildew-streaked walls and piss-yellow curtains, wasn’t just surveillance. It was ritual. Organized, labeled, timestamped, and annotated.
Nine rooms. One manager. Hundreds of degradations.
Compiled under court order, Motel Drips is the unsealed log of erotic collapse. A voyeur’s archive of meat, submission, humiliation, and the destruction of identity, captured in precise, ruthless detail.
Cuckold ruin. Spit-slick gangbangs. Used holes. Fistings. Breedings. Watersports. No fluff. No filter. Just the raw footage, written down.
Gunther Polk didn’t touch. He recorded. And what he caught? You won’t forget.
🛑 Reader Discretion is Mandatory
Extreme Kinks: Degradation, noncon play, watersports, public use
No Aftercare. No Names. Just Entry and Exit
This is Exhibit 31-A. Not a love story. Not even porn. It's evidence.
“You won’t understand the stains if you only scrub them.”
💬 What Readers Are
🩸 “It’s like someone printed shame and made me swallow it.” 🩸 “So filthy it looped back to transcendent.” 🩸 “Every chapter made me feel like I shouldn’t be reading it, and I couldn’t stop.”
📸 Look Inside the Archive
✅ Full penetration logs ✅ Annotated degradation rituals ✅ Timestamped collapses ✅ No fluff. No names. Just meat.
I don't even smoke and I want a cigarette 🥵🥵🥵 The cover really tells it all, plain smut and it's just that. It leaves you wanting to know more of these volunteers backstory, but you never get it. It's pure unadulterated erotica done well.
This was literally pure unadulterated filth and I loved every second of it. There’s no storyline per se, just a catalog of experiences and holy sht…it’s raw, dirty…it’s Plain Smut! On to book 2! 🏃🏾♀️➡️