As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, the restaurant stood proudly amidst a backdrop of lush gardens and rolling hills. This magnificent restaurant belonged to the renowned entrepreneur and art collector, Sebastian Reed. Known for his exquisite taste and extravagant lifestyle, he had managed to captivate the attention of the elite, who would often flock to his restaurant in hopes of basking in the grandeur of his world.
It wasn’t a busy night at the small restaurant, but there were enough people that you could sense bits and pieces of tones from conversations flowing around us.
I looked across the table at my partner, my man, with a radiant smile — my absolute dream sex god, who was currently holding a precious little device in his pocket.
One that, whenever he chose, would stimulate my insides should he press the button on said device.
We had tested it at home, and I’d worn it on numerous dates, but he still hadn’t made me deal with the public pleasure. I kept hoping each night was the night, but still, he showed no signs of being interested in experiencing providing me a little public humiliation. I sighed as I gazed at him, knowing if I complained or whined he’d likely just make me wait even longer.
I fought my brain for topics to discuss when I suddenly felt…something. I thought. I looked at him, alarmed, unsure if he’d started to toy with me yet.
His expression showed nothing. Curse his poker face.
“How’s the house salad?” His tone was so casual, I couldn’t figure him out — but he loved that about us, so I didn’t mind…too much.
“The dressing is nice,” I answered politely, “but I’m not big on red onions, so I was…”
There it was again. A quick buzzing that taunted my wanting walls. I sat up straighter and cleared my throat a bit.
“I was a little sad at myself for, um, not noticing and asking for none…but, you know, it’s still good…”
I eyeballed him heavily, wanting to catch a glimpse of something — anything. He continued to butter a freshly baked roll and took a bite before nodding.
“Not too bad so far. Just gotta wait for the main course.”
“Yeah, not gonna lie, I’m absolutely looking forward to — ”
A strong buzz fired back up in the warm, wet entrance my husband loved so much.
As the night progressed, Isabella revealed her desire for an extraordinary journey. “Life is too short to be ordinary,” she confided. “I believe the key to true happiness lies in embracing our desires and exploring the depths of pleasure.”
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.