The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Helen. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor she was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further on down. Her pulse quickened. Her body became abuzz from the rich, illicit sounds; reacting and responding to them all. Part of her wanted nothing more than to listen to those erotic sounds for a while, to let her fingers wander herself and wonder what was beyond the sweet and sinful sounds. But that was not possible, not here in this secret, seductive place. Time was a premium here.
The corridor was a flood of sterile, eerie light, halogen white that cast no shadows. It started as an incline with bare smooth walls on both sides, the slope of the incline made it impossible to see what laid ahead, without climbing it first. So Helen began to quickly traverse up the initial incline, while hearing the first rule of the corridor reciting in her head:
*Move quickly, choose quicker, for if another enters the corridor before you find a room, forever will you be banished, your sponsor too.*
This was Helen’s third visit to the corridor. She was already slightly addicted to what it had to offer, but not quite so where banishment would have felt like the end of the world. Her best friend and sponsor on the other hand, would never forgive Helen though if Helen ended up getting both of them exiled. Helen’s sponsor was fully addicted to this place now. She practically lived here, coming to the corridor at each and every opportunity she had to come back. She had become a different person because of the corridor. Conquering lovers in the real world in a way she never did previously. Helen was slowly developing an understanding of how that could be. It was slowly happening to Helen as well.
One of the reasons that Helen HAD started to become addicted to this place though, was that Helen felt unremarkably average, in virtually every way. Average face, average body. Average legs, boobs and ass. Perhaps the only way Helen felt she was remarkable, is that she was remarkably shy. However, in this place neither average-ness or shyness mattered. The corridor had a strangely erotic way, to even things out and to let everyone get a little of something they secretly crave. Sometimes more than just a little. The corridor also had a way to give a person a lot of what they did not realize they needed. Perhaps, that is what Helen enjoyed most from here.
Helen quickened her pace. When she got to the top of the incline, she was smashed by the noises of sex and desire now amplified. Part of her just wanted to sit down, listen, and touch herself until the lust and ecstasy pouring through the corridor fucked her up in the most delirious of ways…
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
The corridor dipped back downward, and after it leveled out, the slow reveal of doors staggered on either side began. The number of doors seemed to go on forever along the corridor.
The first door she came to was closed. Another rule whispered in her head:
*A door shut, is for listening only. A tease to your ears and nothing more, for engagement is already occurring inside.*
As she put her ear to it, the strange acoustics of this place made the cacophony of sexual sounds that flooded the corridor muted while amplifying the sound from inside the room, amplifying it in such a way that she could have been standing in the middle of it.
“Please, again! I need you to do it again…Please…YES! argh…Please…More…don’t stop, never stop…”
Helen’s warm pussy now burned. The sound of that voice triggering that cascading arousal within her. She only heard the one voice, she couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman’s, for it had an androgynous timbre to it, but it dripped with such rapture that made Helen envious to hear it. No sex sounds, just the sweet, desperateness in the voice.
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
Helen moved back into the corridor, again to be washed in white noise of forbidden sounds that made her desire quicken more, her need to find a room quickly so she could be set free from her average-ness and shyness again. To let herself drown in whatever desires there were to be had.
The next door was fully open, when she peeked into it she almost felt like some phantom force touched her firmly between the legs, feeling her lips part and her wetness begin to really saturate the black, lace panties she was wearing. A whisper in her head:
*A door completely open, is for watching only. A feast for your eyes and ears, for engagement is already occurring inside.*
Within the room, sat an attractive redheaded woman atop a workbench, the cups of her corset peeled down, leaving her large breasts open and exposed, the nipples glittered in the light, each decorated in a ring of jewels. When the woman saw Helen watching, she gave Helen a most wicked smile that dripped of a deep lust being exposed. That smile caressed the deep lust Helen still had tucked and hidden away but wanting to be let out to play, caressed her in a way that made her swoon and envy.
A plainly dressed man was kneeling in front of the woman. He was not just going down on her, she was holding his head in place, while he was doing it. Occasionally smashing his face into her cunt when it seemed to please her to do so, which seemed to be half of the time. Her legs draped over his shoulders, the heels of her sexy boots digging into his back, his shirt being the only protection from the stilettos.
The woman was telling the man, in darkly erotic detail, just what he needed to do to her in order to have the pleasure of her cumming into his mouth. Helen’s cunt became a sopping mess of a thing. She wanted to watch forever. She yearned to have a man eat her out completely like that, instead of the obligatory licks she got, when a lover bother to go down on her at all. The scene of the woman compelling the man to do it, took that deep desire to another level entirely. Helen secretly wished she could be so bold, shy as she was. She wanted to watch the woman finally cum all over his face. She wanted to be her…
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
She didn’t want to move. Banishment and a friendship lost might almost be worth it to watch this scene come to its conclusion. But she moved on, and with the lost of the vision, the slurping of the man’s lips and tongue on the beautiful woman’s cunt, and the woman’s seductively commanding voice, an ache was added to the desire stirring within Helen’s form. An anxious buzz of an ache.
She passed a few more closed doors she dare not listen against, she felt she spent too much time at the last open door. Helen had no idea how much time would be left before the gong rang, that slight warning that someone else was about to be let into the corridor.
She finally came to a door that was open by the span of a hand:
*A door a span ajar, is a door you can peek into and if you so desire, enter. You only get to peek into three rooms this way. If you pass the first two, you must enter the third. Regardless of the room you choose, if you decide not to play, you can leave freely, but you will never be able to return to the corridor again if you do…*
She was about to peek inside, when she heard the voice within, “Please. Come and play with me, I know you are standing there. I can *feel* you. Come play. You want to play. I can *feel* that you do.”
Helen backed away from the door. The voice chilled her, disturbed her. It was too hungry, too dangerous. She continued on.
“*Come back. Please! I have been here too long. I don’t want to leave yet, if I do, I’ll never come back! Please! I’ll do anything…*”
The stress on ‘anything’ made Helen pause. She thought of the redhead being feasted on. Yet, the timbre of the voice within made her skin crawl, and not in a good way. It didn’t sound natural. It barely sounded human. She moved on, from the sound of the voice whimpering.
The next handspan opened door held silence. So Helen pushed it open. There was a short little man holding a rose in one hand and a vibrator in the other. The rose fumbled what the ‘game’ of the room might be and as horny as Helen was, she had no attraction to the man. She moved on, the door closing back to a span on its own. One peek.
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
Helen was almost hoping for a door that was only slightly ajar:
*A door barely ajar, is a door to a room you can choose the direction of. You will get three choices of theme. If you don’t play in any, you can leave freely, but you will never come back…*
But, there were none in sight.
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
A flood of anxiousness mixed with her deep arousal. Sending her high and pulling her down. The next door was open two hand spans:
*A door two span ajar, is a door you can also peek into and if you so desire, enter. There will be two or more people waiting to play however, not just one…*
She pushed the door open frantically, feeling like she would hear the warning gong any moment. Two women waited inside, latex or vinyl painted on each like a second skin. Between the legs of each dangled a wicked dildo. On each of their lips, a more wicked smile. If the gong went off at that moment, she would have jumped inside, horny enough not to risk losing the corridor forever for her and her friend, but quite unsure what waited inside would have sated her need. Helen never had been with a woman before, much less two that were armed for fucking. She moved forward.
Another door opened one span, silence behind it. Did she push it open or did she try to find a room unoccupied. Time was not on her side, she knew. So she pushed it open and braced herself. Beyond sat a man in an immaculate power suit, his head slightly downcast, upon his lap a collar. He radiated dominance. Peek Three.
“*No!*” Helen thought bitterly. “*This is not what I wanted, especially not today.*”
The gong sounded. 60 seconds left. She could see the man smile lecherously. He had no idea Helen was on her third peek, but he was aware she had very little time left to make a decision based on the look upon her face.
*Move quickly, choose quicker…I have no options left. This or banishment…for me and…she would never forgive me…Fuck! This is not what I want.*
Helen stepped in, feeling her lust melt away, being replaced with an anxious despair. The man said, with a hint of danger, “Close the door please, my pet…”
*The first member of the room decides if the door stays open or not…*
As she stepped forward another door appeared, the door to exit if she choose to, with the ‘rules’ of the room lit upon it in a faint neon glow.
*The wearer of the collar, has little control. Play or leave forevermore.*
Helen swallowed, took another step toward the man. He looked up at her with a face almost beautiful, if his stare wasn’t cruelly hungry in a way that made her skin goosepimple, and not in the good way. He handed her the collar. “Put this on, my pet. Or leave.” He commands. Helen walls up behind her shyness. Helen then thinks of the woman, getting eaten out, getting everything she sexually wanted. She wanted to weep, this was not what she came here for. Helen wanted an erotic journey, and after seeing the woman, desperately wanted to be feasted on like that! It angered Helen, an emotion she rarely felt. To play as this guy’s…pet… for this round of playing in the ‘corridor’ or to never be able to return left a bitter taste in her mouth. That was the risk and the thrill of the corridor. You always sacrificed some control.
“There are always risks,” she could hear her best friend explaining the corridor to her for the first time, “and an occasion where you do not fully enjoy the game of the room you end up picking. But, then are the times where it is beyond anything you can imagine…”
She unclasped the collar, stared at it heavily, and then quickly snapped it around the man’s neck. He looked at her in sudden surprise. His cruel smile vanished just as he watched an impish smile curl up on Helen’s lips. Helen gave the exit door a look, so did the man, like it was the first time he read the rules:
*The wearer of the collar, has little control. Play or leave forevermore.*
They both stared at the door, she thought for sure he would go through it. This was a man that existed to be in control of things, in control of everything. This was a man that would always pick an empty room, so he could control the game versus taking a chance on an occupied room. She could watch his face torment through the decision. To pay a role that when against every fiber of his being or never to be able to play in the corridor again.
That is, until too much time went by and the door finally recessed back, letting a wall drop down, locking them into the room and thus, marking the beginning to whatever game was to be played out. The corridor had a way of knowing when a rooms rules were being followed. Thinking back on her last two trips through the corridor, it excited Helen to think that someone was probably watching. At this particular moment though, she hoped to God someone was. Her thoughts went back to the gorgeous woman with the glittering nipples getting everything she wanted and more, and being watched while she was getting it.
Helen snapped out of her memory and scanned the room until she saw the counter. She jumped up onto it, hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs for him to see her soaked lace-clad pussy.
“Come here…my pet,” with as much authority as shy little Helen could muster, “and…suck my panties dry. If you do it well, I may even let you take them off…”
Shy, but clever little Helen, watching this mogul kneel and place his mouth against her practically made her cum right then. She felt like a goddess. She didn’t think he would be able to keep up with how wet she was making her panties. She laughed as he started to try. Laughed, smashed his face into her pantie-clad cunt and got lost in her sweet victory…in her sweet lust…
~~~
The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind James. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor he was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further down. James didn’t wait to move forward, he moved in a brisk, but fluid walk, knowing just how precious time was in the corridor. He didn’t listen in on any of the closed door rooms, they were just traps. Time sinks to force people to make rash decisions because they wasted so much time listening. James quickly figured out the secret rules hidden among the open rules of the corridor. A lot of the rules could be bent, if not broken. Especially the rules to the rooms. There were always ways to twist them more to your advantage, if that was your mood.
James normally didn’t spend time looking into the rooms with open doors either. Those are traps as well, and perhaps more dangerous ones than the closed door rooms. However, the first open door entrapped him anyway with the scene beyond, caught out of the corner of his eye.
There was a beautiful woman, completely naked save for her ‘fuck me now’ high-heel boots, the jewelry decorating her nipples, the red mane of hair that graced her head and the lust-filled smile decorating her gorgeous face. On the floor, was a discarded corset that looked like had seen better days and a naked man that seemed to make the torn corset look new in comparison. A naked man that currently had the lovely woman straddling his face, well, more like fucking his face, while she roughly jerked off his cock. The cock belonged to her, the pleasure it felt was based solely on what pleasure she wanted to take from it.
When the woman looked up to see James standing there, her smile changed to be something more enticing, for James’ benefit and the the detriment of the man under her. It became a soft and seductive thing. It made the arousal in James’ pants stir and twitch and almost wish his timing to the corridor was a bit earlier. She slowed her stroking, making it almost a gentle and loving caress now. The body under her spasmed. The man’s tongue went into a new frenzy. A signal that he liked this much better.
“Do you like it when I touch like this instead?”, murmured the woman, liquid sex dripping off each word. The man muffled a reply into her cunt, but James was pretty sure she was directing the question to him instead, the man on the floor just didn’t have any idea they were being watched. The woman though looked at only two places now. James’ eyes, fucking him with her seductive stare, promising all of the fun ways they could play together if they were to ever meet again, then her eyes would go down to his crotch, and James could almost feel her hand stroking his cock even better than the way she stroked the man’s.
“Or perhaps you would like it better like this?”, now the woman stopped stroking entirely, instead just circled the head of the cock with her thumb. The man bucked in a lost frenzy. Only when he stopped licking, did the woman grind his face as a wake up and start to jack him off violently again.
James looked her into her eyes a few more seconds, hoping to return the mental fuck she gave him and started to walk away just as the man’s cum started to explode onto her body. “tsk, tsk, I didn’t say you could cum yet…”
James tried to shake the hardcore lust the woman stirred in him from his head as he moved on not sure how much time he let slip by. Damn her for entrapping him. Yet, he hoped their paths would cross again someday.
*Move quickly, choose quicker…*
The way the doors were staggered in the corridor required taking a little time to check each to see if they were partly open, and if so by how much. One of the techniques he learned however if you moved quickly through the hall, you could see a two-span opening out of the corner of your eye. They were rarer than you would think, because the fantasies involved in a three-plus person room could have a complexity that forced some to take the exit door instead. Only the boldest or kinkiest took the risk. The advantage to finding the two-span doors is that the doors around them tended to be empty rooms or a room with a single person waiting to play.
He finally found a two span door and paused in front of it a moment, to catch his breath. Between trying to make up lost time for watching that redheaded goddess, and just the erotic affect she had on his mind and his cock, he had to catch his breath. Standing in the alcove that the door receded into, he could hear a voice call out to him, “Why don’t you take a peek at who you could be playing with?” Then he heard the voice of the second, “Yes, why don’t you see the women you could be fucking soon…”
His cock twitched violently, the second woman sounded so similar to the woman he saw earlier that it was almost a siren’s call he couldn’t resist. The fact that they revealed they were at least two women waiting on the other side was that that much sweeter.
He knew he should move forward. He knew the extra risks of a two-span door, regardless of being given extra information of its occupants. He knew it was near folly to use his first peek here. He opened the door anyway.
The women inside were criminally gorgeous. So much so, he found that his cock ran out of room in his pants, the head of it battling his waist and belt. They were so gorgeous, that if any red-blooded sexual person were to wake up next to either of them naked, they would be fucking her before you could hold a coherent thought. So much so, that they almost seemed to be together because of their virtually gorgeous, dark perfection. They were both stroking each others strap-ons while kissing and fondling. Both eyeing the door for a reaction. When they saw him, they both laughed. It was the second one that spoke to him, that voice seemingly sucking on his cock from afar. “You really should come play with us. We can fuck my friend here together…” The friend smiled coyly, then she rebutted, “and after the two of you are done fucking me. You and I can fuck her in revenge.” Somehow the coy smile on a face like hers, on a body like hers, in an outfit like that, and with a strap-on dangling between her legs, played all sorts of strange thoughts through his head.
James needed to move on, but took a few moments to ponder if there was anyway to twist whatever rules the room had to his advantage. He didn’t think so, but their voices, their bodies, their sexual allure. That alone could send him blissfully over the edge. He finally sighed, blew the ladies each an apologetic kiss and quickly moved on. He could hear their sweet laughter behind him. The laughter of the second woman did strange things to his head, and to his aching member. Her voice haunted him. He almost regretted moving on just because of a damned voice alone, almost.
Three doors later, James finally came to a door only slightly ajar. He didn’t even hesitate, he went right in, listen to the door initially click shut behind him and caught his breath.
Darkness. It lasted for about 20 seconds and instantly replaced with blinding light. James’ eyes adjust to the confined room. On the wall in front of him has a panel that said ‘One’ or ‘Many’. James quickly pressed ‘One’ without a thought. With that done, the options shimmered and changed, now displaying three choices on it. His choices for what will define the rules of the room. They are barely choices at all though. They are barely hints to what the rules really will be. That said, though, James got off a bit on this part of the corridor. At trying to figure out what each choice would lead to. He read each:
[Roses are Red…]
[A Bottle of Booze…]
[The Castaway…]
James frowned. He didn’t like any of the choices.
*…if you decide not to play, you can leave freely, but you will never be able to return…*
He didn’t worry about his sponsor, because she became exiled two months earlier. She hadn’t been the same since. James understood why. He was coming on 18 months of being a member of the corridor. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to get use to not having the ability to not enter it just one more time. It was never just one more time on your terms though.
He thought about the options, ‘A bottle of booze’ was surely the riskiest of the three. When playing in the corridor you either had to have all of your wits or have absolutely no discrimination. ‘A bottle of booze’ definitely hinted at taking away the former.
‘A Castaway’ was possibly just as dangerous. The corridor took sadistic pleasure in entrapping its participants. It is rumored that some people have been in their room weeks before someone came to join them. A madness inflicted on them from the lustful waiting. ‘A Castaway’ teased that reality a bit too explicitly. Almost to the point that it had to mean something else entirely.
But, ‘Roses are Red’? That could be virtually anything. James never took so long to choose. He thought about all of the possibilities of each. He suddenly heard a loud ticking noise.
*Shit! Is there a time-limit to choosing? They never said a rule for that. Was there?*
TICK-TICK-TICK…
He looked at the choices again. The tempo of the ticks became faster.
TICK-TICK-TICK…
“Fuck! I hope this is right!”, James said to no one or anyone watching. His hand slammed on ‘Roses…’, the ticking stopped, the room jarred suddenly, it felt like it was moving, but James could not discern speed nor direction. He heard gears and pneumatics behind all of the walls. Then it all just stopped. The wall with the panel started to raise, revealing a room with a large, plush bed in its center, an end table with a pitcher of water, and a door with a unisex bathroom sign on it. It bothered him that the door to the corridor had not opened up a hand span yet. It bothered him more that the ‘rules’ of the room didn’t appear on the exit door yet either.
A sexless voice suddenly filled the room, “Remove all of your clothes, drink the glass of water and then lie down on the bed, spread-eagle.”
James stood there, a bit startled. “What if I do not want to play by this room’s rules? I do not even know what they are yet! What if I want to leave instead?”
Silence. More Silence. Finally the voice replied, “You have played all of the other times and never showed even a hint of wanting to exit before playing. However, if that is your wish…”
The exit door suddenly opened. James clenched his teeth slightly annoyed and started to strip. He then gulped down the water and got on the bed, spreading himself out.
The voice returned, “You are about to be covered in rose petals. You cannot move until someone enters the room to play and joins you on the bed. If you do move, you will be penalized with the door closing until one person passes it. The next time you move, it won’t open until two people pass, and so on.”
With that, and storm of rose petals crash on his body, caressing his skin in softness, filling his nostrils with their scent, the power of them made him feel almost drunk. The weight of them made it feel like he had a naked lover on top of him.
The voice then said, “Please close your eyes.” James did, and suddenly felt hands move rose petals from his erect cock and his face so those were the only things fully exposed. He heard the door he entered from open. “You may open your eyes. Remember, no moving. In the event you are here for 8 hours, we will give you a free break to eat, and every 8 hours after.”
James didn’t move. He was quite relaxed, actually. What a fucked up room and ‘game’ though. His relaxation slowly vanished after ten minutes however. The rose petals started feeling like hundreds of fingertips caressing his skin all at once. Places where he started to sweat, they stuck to him, tickling the flesh almost like a moist kiss. His cock was a throb of madness from the sensations. After twenty minutes, it was a torturous madness. Ten or fifteen minutes after that, he was not quite sure, there was someone at the door. It opened. James quickly saw a man standing there, before he heard the man start to laugh uncontrollably and leave. The door slowly closed until it was only open a span.
James was starting to understand why some people sounded like they were slowly going mad on the other side of the doors now. He could imagine how someone could be trapped in a room for days.
An unknown amount of time went by, until James just had to get up to use the bathroom. When he came back out, the corridor door was indeed closed and the bed was magically free of petals.
“Drink another glass of water and get back on the bed”. James did, and the same routine of rose petals falling on top of him in an avalanche, to then have someone he couldn’t see uncovering his cock and face to be free of the petals.
The room let him know when someone passed his closed door. It was painful to know he possibly lost a chance to be free of this. He actually eyed the exit door. It was starting to be inviting. The rose petals were torture. Who would have ever thought?
It seemed like forever before someone opened the door again. She was overweight, a woman that he probably would never have fucked in the outside world. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen though, she could be his salvation.
“Hey beautiful,” he called out, meaning each word, “come join me and let’s get lost together…”
She stood there silently then entered cautiously. This was a woman that had not loved herself nor been loved by another for a long time. James wanted to weep! He was going to love her like a goddess, if the room’s rules allowed it.
The room and the rules did allow it. He kept his secret promise. They stayed together in the room, longer than they needed to. He thought he might even ask her out once they left…just one of the many ways the corridor can change a man, or a woman…
~~~
The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Amy. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor she was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further down. She took her time traversing the corridor. She already knew which door she would be picking. The third two-span door she found. She loved the craziness of the two span rooms. She has visited the corridor so much that the one span rooms almost seemed…vanilla and plain now. She embraced the sounds as she reached the top of the incline. She didn’t bother to listen to closed doors, there were plenty of sexy sounds in the corridor that were free to listen to. She did look into the open rooms though.
The first she came to had a woman fucking a man, hard! She was facing away from him, her breasts bouncing in seductively fast sway. The woman was sex, if she was anything at all. Her pleasure seemed to be all that matter, regardless of how the man moaned and whimpered otherwise. Harder, harder, and harder she impaled herself onto the cock. Her back suddenly arched. Her tits flailed madly, the only things they were missing, Amy thought, were two mouths sucking on each and Amy’s possibly being one of them. The woman reached back and grabbed the man for support and really fucked him without mercy. Amy smiled at the song the woman sang as she started to cum. She watched the beautiful woman’s face become more beautiful in its contorted climax. A face like that should never be missed when it is in the middle of an orgasm, thought Amy. She was glad to see it and pitied the man a bit that he did not get the pleasure of that look as well. Amy left before the woman completely finished, moving down the corridor. A hell of a lot more horny than when she entered the corridor in the first place.
The next open room had a naked woman with a rose in her mouth while a man was tracing a vibrator along her body. She looked to be in tortured bliss. The man looked more tortured though. Amy, wondered what wicked rule was in play. What he had to accomplish before he could fuck her. Amy didn’t stick around to find out, she had her own room to find.
She finally came to the first two span room, she opened the door. Two pretty women, both wearing strap-ons, both were waiting for her. They looked ravenous as well. Amy could tell they had been waiting a while. This place could rattle your brain and your lust to the point of madness. For Amy, that was one of the hidden beauties of it. Too bad this wasn’t her third peek, she always just picked the third, she liked the forced pressure of finality in the third peek rooms. The pleading that the women did make however, made Amy change her mind. There was a first time for everything, she thought. And as long as she felt more than one mouth on her, and more than two hands groping her, and more than just a cock or cunt to play with, she was happy, regardless of whatever fucking rules were in play. She stepped through…
~~~
The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Val. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor she was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further down. A sexless voice suddenly whispered, “You may really enjoy the 15th room on the left.”
Val took the suggestion to heart. This was her first time in the corridor. She was desperate for any sex at all. It had been forever since Val was touched by a man. It had been even longer since she was called beautiful and didn’t think the word was a lie. Hell, Val didn’t even think she was beautiful anymore. She was not sure when her life spiraled out of control. She didn’t remember just when she became so fat and ugly. She just wanted touch and her friend said the rules of this place would guarantee that. She didn’t know how. However, the sounds flooding this place were able to arouse even her. Val couldn’t remember the last time she was really aroused beyond the arousal she got playing with herself, as empty as that could be.
She looked into an open door and saw a goddess in black boots and jewel encrusted nipples splayed out on the floor next to a man with a wicked erection. To have a body like that, she thought. She wondered what the man did to her to make her look that…content. Val envied it and yet had a glimmer of hope she could have it too, in a place like this.
The next open door she saw a man fucking a woman that had a rose in her teeth, with a vibrator. God, how wonderful that would be. To have someone fuck her with a toy instead of fucking herself alone. The man looked odd though, desperate for something to happen. Something was going on that Val couldn’t see.
The next open door, three pretty women were fucking in such a way that made Val blush. She moved on. She had never seen women just having sex with other women before.
She came to the 15th door to the left. Opened it and saw a man covered in rose petals with the exception of his face and his beautiful cock. Gods, how long has it been since she saw and touched a man’s cock. She ached at the sight.
“Hey beautiful,” he called out, “come join me and lets get lost together…”
Not only was there sincerity to the words, there was sincerity in his gaze. Val nearly wept as she entered the room, and smiled for the first time in so long she almost forgot what it felt like…
~~~
The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Kyle. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor he was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further down. He strolled in the corridor like half a zombie. It was his first time here, he was hoping the place could drown his broken heart. He barely cared about much anymore. But, a primitive part of him was desperate to feel and be felt.
He passed an open room and saw a man fucking a woman wearing only boots while she was seductively urging him on. He drifted blankly onward.
He passed other open rooms without barely a thought or a peek. He was almost aimless. He just knew he had to pick a room. He hoped whichever he picked would help him feel even a little bit. He was tired of not being able to feel anymore. He was almost tired about caring about anything anymore. The hole in his heart hurt that fucking bad.
He came to a room open just a span, and pushed the door open. He wasn’t even nervous. He barely cared. However, when he looked at the woman sitting in a chair waiting there naked, he was stunned, surprised, his heart came to life a little, and so did his cock. She was equally stunned. It was his neighbor Jill. He crushed on her forever, but she always refused his gentlemanly advances. He crushed on her until he met and fell in love with Rachel. Then Rachel left and broke his heart, in the worst possible ways. Seeing Jill though sparked a distant memory. Seeing Jill naked, sparked a secret fantasy.
Kyle forever the gentleman though, called into the room, “Do you even want me to come in?” She rebuffed him so many times.
“Yes, Please! But, on one condition?”
“What’s that?”
“Leave the gentlemanly crap at the door. It is the last thing I want right now.”
And Kyle did. And after, Kyle’s heart was a little less broken, and he was going to need to invent a new fantasy of Jill, assuming she didn’t want to see him again after. The quivering mess of flesh that took on the appearance of his neighbor Jill, seemed to make never seeing her again an unlikely thing though.
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