I text you a link to a story, this story. A story of one hot night you gave in and put yourself in the hands of your anonymous lover. A lover focused on giving you all that you wanted and all that you needed.
It starts with you arriving at a swanky hotel in the city – you probably got the ferry in. Admiring the views of the city, wind in your hair, water glistening, skytower standing like a symbol of whats to come. You’re tingling with expectation, fear of the unknown of what is to come, but somehow drawn towards it knowing you are safe – especially with your codeword for stop; “logsitics”.
You arrive at reception, collect a key and enter the room. Its warm, music playing, the lights dimmed and curtains closed. There is a box on the table – a box you dont open. A perfect chance to indulge in a relaxing hot shower with a cold glass of champagne before you slip into your favourite black lacy bra and knicker set. You crawl onto the bed and cant help to notice the red ropes peeking out from under the pillows and a blindfold left expectantly on the nightstand.