The Speakeasy
Warning: This story is not safe for work. Make sure there’s no one looking over your shoulder before you continue 😉.
We met for the first time in a speakeasy. Speakeasies have always had a naughty feel. They are unscripted and sealed. They are typically in the city’s underbelly, under the fancy restaurant, or behind the unappealing sign. They have strategically placed sentinels at their doorways who ask for the word that is kept “a secret”.
A secret.
A secret like the one you and I are sharing.
The secret that they are sharing.
The secret of why we are here…
We are sitting at the table, getting to know us, getting to know you and your stories. Getting to know you as a person, a couple, and our next new friend. Getting to know us as a pair, while we both know we plan to seduce.
This is all very new to me, and it is very new to all of us. And yet we decide we want to try it and play with it. We want to hear your naughty stories, and for you to listen to our. We want to be in your stories, and for you to appear in ours. We want to be part of your stories and for yours to be part of ours.
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This story was written by Anonymous during a Sex Writing Workshop. Join us for our next workshop here, where you can write your own story and submit it for publication.
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