Being exhausted and having nothing thrilling apart from her tedious job forced her to constantly search for an alternative to intrigue her life.
This day was also ordinary for her until it wasn't. From out of nowhere, a poster caught her eye. It was resting on the pavement.
A phone number was printed on it with a bold sign "WAV" and a summary that said. "Get your desires to come alive operated by us. The night is yours" Wait, what?
Too tired to concentrate, she threw the flyer in the dustbin after she reached her apartment, but she took it with her.
Believing to change something today in her daily life, she forgot about the poster, but life gets you like a crazy dog, which prepared her to look for that poster.
That day she hurried home and inspected every corner for the poster when she was reminded of what she did with the poster.
She drew it out and called the number. As she sat on the cold floor, she waited with tension. The person on the other side informed her of the address and the time.
With no certainty, she took off, wearing her finest outfit. Stepping out of the car, she noticed no one. The place was in the middle of an empty valley, with buildings ubiquitously with no soul wandering on the road.
But soon she noticed a dark appearance approaching her way, asking certain questions for confirmation. With a sight of the poster, he showed her in. A lot was happening rapidly, adding to her uncertainty.
The guy stood on the escalator, inviting her in. Right before she could ask anything, the escalator bell rang, and stopped moving, exposing a unique place in front of her. Everything turned out to be extraordinary, out of context.
A woman entered, her face perfectly hidden behind the mask, leading her into a room, suggesting that she'd write down her desires after she shower. The woman vanished, closing the doors behind her.
She took a shower, for the third time today, and read a note before stepping out of the bathroom. The note was remaining next to the clothing cabinet which stated, "As for the privacy of our entertainer, we cannot let you see him. This also suits the list of your desires so, please come out with a blindfold on so the boy can proceed. Thanks!"
The note overjoyed her, exciting her inner needs. As she stepped out with blindfolds, she wondered, "Can the boy see me?"
The stepping sounds of the young boy disturbed her thoughts. He came close and held her hands leading her towards the bed.
His gentle breaths and flourishing smell were more noticeable because of the blindfolds. His soft scent of rose and smooth skin lead her wondering, for his gentleness, and easy to notice his masculinity.
Suddenly, the guy spoke in his mild but manly voice, "Don't be curious miss, I can see you but you can't. This is the beauty of this place."
Driving her to sit down as she called for his name, "I'm your entertainer, miss." Taken aback by his words, she went, "I meant your real name."
To which he added, "I'm sorry miss, but we may not expose our true identity." He sounded someone familiar, but she can't pinpoint him at that moment.
Washing her worries away, the boy came close, placing her hands on his chest, which caused his whole body to tingle. Her chilly hands sent shivers down the boy's spine, which made his breathing sharp.
"May I?" the boy asked as she nodded. A rush spiked inside her when his soft lips touched hers, caressing her face between his palms. Being a dome, her first instinct pushed her to pin the boy down on the mattress.
"Is it fine with you if I take the charge?" she asked as he reacted in his stuttering tone, "As you desire, miss."
Blindfolds didn't interrupt her from moving further on his body as she added, "Please tell me if you don't like something" which made the boy seek for her hands and dig her nails on his chest. Quietly adding, "It's your desire, miss, you can do whatever you want, I'm here to please you."
With reassurance, her lips moved on his, tracing to his neck, leaving marks. Their bodies were covered in ecstasy, and the fact of not being able to see the boy provoked her more.
His sweet sighs were like music to her, his fierce jawline under her palms, his bright nose, pulpy lips, and his smile. Her hands wandered all over his body, a body that was so perfect for a natural being.
The boy's reaction made her ask "Are you for real? How could you be so beautiful?" She couldn't trust her touch, "you haven't even seen me yet and you're calling me beautiful," on which she could only smirk.
She took off his robe, accessing his whole body. Which lead him to glide her hands on his body, feeling the most of it. His next stop was a petal bowl. It didn't take her even a minute to sense his excitement, which asked for things to be done to him. Taking out petals from the bowl filled with cold water, she placed them on his bare skin. On which the boy quivered and shivered.
Not being able to see but allowance for his cries made her turn her fingers from his mouth to his neck. Choked him as she played with his nipples with another hand, to which he grew hard. His erection could be felt on her thighs.
Rubbing his erection with her knee. His noises echoed in the room, calling her Miss, again and again.
Grinding their bodies together, touching every corner of each other's body, the boy tried using his tongue on her blindfolds. Encircling his tongue on her, where he could with desperation.
A smile filled with satisfaction appeared on her face, giving the boy more reasons to lose control. With a decision to pick up the act further, she pushed her hands on his crotch, playing with his length, which occasionally made the boy moan and whimper for more.
