You walk into the hotel lobby, sunglasses in place, a scarf doing its best to hide your true identity from anyone who may happen to see you. On the outside, you are just another semi-professional woman, confident and in control. Inside, your emotions are running wild - you can't believe you are really doing this - here, now, with someone who you don't even know. Are you really about to do something so out of character, so immoral, so...wrong? There is a tingling between your legs, and a dampness you cannot deny is urging you onward. You have imagined this since you first answered the craigslist ad. Several emails later, you find yourself here, about to violate your marriage vows and give in to what your body has been craving. Almost 15 years have passed since you married the man you love, and with the time, the passion, the mystery, the adventure has faded, leaving you wanting more, craving more, desiring more. All marriages go through this, you know in your mind. Husbands and wives develop a routine, that leads to a rut. Communication doesn't fix it, there is a certain truth to the saying, 'Familiarity breeds contempt'. You don't HATE your husband, you just miss the way he used to look at you, the way he used to desire you, the way he used to connect with you, in and out of the bedroom. Now you are here, on the threshold of all of your clandestine fantasies. Will you, can you? You pause just inside the door, knowing the choice is yours. Turn around now, do the right thing, the safe thing, the respectable predictable thing - like you would ALWAYS do...OR...
You stroll up to the desk clerk, and say 'My name is Eve, I understand there is an envelope left here for me'. The young woman hands you the envelope with a knowing look that burns right through you, as you convince yourself, real or imagined, that she knows EXACTLY why you are here. Why ARE you here? The answer is something you don't even know, but suspect you will find it waiting in room 220. All you are sure of is that there has been something drawing you a moth to a flame since the day you responded to the ad on Craigslist with the intriguing title, "I Dare you to Read This": Good. You took the first step...I know you are out there - seeking, searching, desiring, yearning. Always looking for that elusive 'something more'. Tired of being the good wife, the mother, the cook, the cleaning lady, the babysitter, the chauffer etc. That's why you are here, right? Looking through these ads, wondering what could be... and probably disappointed in all of the one-line pathetic ads and countless pictures of guys' junk. Hey, you are a good girl and not likely to actually ACT on anything, right? Well, me too. This is all fantasy - or is it?
Respond with a picture and your fantasy, if you dare!
You responded - in spite of that side of you that tried to stop you from doing so. You didn't include a picture, after all, you are daring, but not THAT daring! Like the ad said, it's all just fantasy, right? And how you need some fantasy right now. Between work, and taking care of the 2 kids, and doing your damndest to be that good wife to that unappreciative, uncaring, unfeeling husband... Wait, he really isn't that bid. You have just drifted apart. You love each other, but the mundane daily survival mode has left both of you somewhat empty and longing for more. You wonder if HE hasn't fooled around with that tease at the jobsite, and you figure a little fantasy play action on the side wouldn't hurt you. It was just a harmless distraction, flirtatious emails filled with double entendres progressing to graphic descriptions of what you would do to each other in person. Those emails stoked your imagination while you stroked your pussy to one thundering orgasm after another. You hadn't counted on the feelings that each new email from your fantasy lover would bring. You practically ran to your laptop to see if your latest response had been answered, and were devastated when you hadn't heard anything for 3 days. Then it came - the email that had the potential to change your life.
"I'm sorry it has taken me so long to respond, but I have been working through all of the emotions and conflicting thoughts I have been having. I have NEVER done anything like this before, and when I placed my ad, I really did not think that I could follow it through. However it is evident that WE have a connection, an attraction, a chemistry that I cannot deny. As much as we stand to lose, I am ready to take the next step if you are. Eve, I want you. I desire you. I want every part of you. If you want me, there will be an envelope waiting tomorrow at noon for you at the front desk of the Hilton".
You now hold that very envelope in your hands. The envelope with your play name on the front holds just 2 items - a key card, and a piece of paper with the room number that holds your destiny, or at the very least, your ecstasy. Now you find yourself standing just outside that room, and another decision awaits - can you go inside and see what you might be capable of doing, or do you run back to familiarity, routine, and security? Why can't you have both? With trembling hands, you pause only a second before you swipe the card and push the door open, straining to see into the dimly lit room...
You call my name tentatively, furtively hoping that I am just out of sight in the bathroom. The room is empty, and old feelings of unworthiness and poor self image come flooding back for a moment, but then you notice something on the bed. There is a gift bag, and you eagerly tear out the tissue to find what is inside. At the bottom of the bag is a brand new black sleep mask, one of those silky satin masks that blocks out the light so a person can get that extra hour of sleep on a lazy Saturday. There is something else in the bag as well, a note. Unfolding it, a wicked smile crosses your lips as you read what it says... "Eve, I can't wait to fulfill all of our desires together starting today. I wanted to build the anticipation and excitement and keep the mystery for both of us. Start by taking a hot shower, and use the razor in the bathroom to shave yourself bare for me. Then get into the bed totally naked, waiting, wearing this mask. I will join you in the room shortly - and I will go straight to the shower myself. When you hear the shower turn off, get on top of the bed, on all fours. AT NO TIME ARE YOU TO REMOVE THE MASK. Get ready for the most intense sexual experience of your life!