Preston
My wife’s dead. She killed herself right in front of me and it’s all my fault. My main goal now is to not mix my sexual needs with my emotional needs. Those are damaged forever. I bury my pain in a sex club that provides me an anonymous release. This way I never emotionally cheat on my wife. She was my forever. This is my right now.Kamii
You name it I’ve read it. I love my erotic novels. After my husband was murdered, this is the only excitement I get out of my lonely, pathetic, workaholic life. That is, until I met Becca with her invitation to join her for one of my wildest book fantasies. Now I can be whoever I want to be, where no one knows my past and will never be my future.
Kamii
“What if I said I could introduce you to a world that you only read about in your books?”
I have to admit, I’m intrigued. I’ve had many dreams about living out scenes in some of the books that I’ve read, “I guess I’d have to say tell me more,” I smirk at her.
“Yes! I knew it. I knew there was a sex kitten inside that little body of yours.”
“Ok, don’t get carried away. I said tell me more. Not take me away right now.”
She laughs, “Ok, so what if I told you I belong to a private sex club and we’re looking to bring in new members.”
“Wait, what?” I ask totally shocked to hear that she not only is a member of a sex club but she’s actually inviting me?
“You heard me. You can bring all those book fantasies to life and more.”
“How? I mean where? I mean who?” Is she kidding me right now? Could this really be happening?
“Ok, don’t freak out on me now. That guy,” she pauses, tilting her head to the door, “there are guys just like that guy there. All hot as hell and offering you things you only imagined in your dreams.”
“Is it safe?”
“Yes, actually, this new place is going above and beyond to make sure it’s safe. Everyone has to sign a code of conduct, a background check and take a STD test.”
“Ok, but is it safe, like word wise?”
This time she picks up a nut and throws it at me. “Yes, it’s a safeword type of place but there’s more to it. It fits whatever kind of kink you’re into, depends on the night you go. Not just BDSM every night. It will be the best time of your life. Trust me.”
“How long have you done this?” is all I could think to ask.
“A few years now.”
“And…”
“And what? I love it. Believe me, I don’t share this lifestyle with everyone, only a selected few,” she winks.
I’m so overwhelmed. Never, ever did I think I would be having a conversation like this. There are so many things running through my mind. Every time I wondered if I would have the nerve to join a club if I had an opportunity and here it is, right in front of me. Then the thought hits me like a stab to my heart, “But I don’t have a guy to go with. How does that work?”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. With your hot little body guys will be lining up to play with you. There’s one catch with this place though.”
There it is. I knew this was too good to be true. Wait, did I really just think that? Wow, could I really do this?
I shake my head, focusing on this little catch first. “Oh God, what?”
“It’s all anonymous.”
“Ok, what do you mean? I can’t use my real name?”
“No, and you have to wear a mask covering your eyes, like you’re going to a masquerade ball or something.”
“Why? Wait, so you don’t know who you’re, um, playing with?” Is she serious right now?
“No, you don’t. It adds to the fun of it. Everyone is there for the same reason, to get off. This way it takes all the drama, real life shit away from it.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can have sex with someone when I have no idea who they really are.”
“I get it. I do, really. But just come with me. You’ll see what really goes on and I bet you change your mind.”
“What? I can just come and, um, watch?” The thought alone makes my chest tight with excitement.
“You know you want to,” she smirks. “Place opens tomorrow night. Say you’ll come with me?”
I can do that. Just watch. Shoot, that will fulfill enough of my fantasies to hold me over for a long time. I shake my head up and down, “Ok, I’ll come with you. Just to watch, though.”
“Uh huh, and sign up by the time you leave,” she winks.
Lauren Runow is the author of two Adult Contemporary Romance novels, Unwritten and Rewritten.
When Lauren isn’t writing, you’ll find her listening to music that speaks to her, at her local CrossFit, reading, or at the baseball field or skatepark with her boys. Her only vice is coffee, and she swears it makes her a better mom!
Lauren is a graduate from the Academy of Art in San Francisco and is the founder and co-owner of the community magazine she and her husband publish. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons.
