veterinary books today, but she just couldn’t find the energy after her long day at the coffee shop.
He looked up at her as she entered, and he gave her that smile again. He patted the cushion beside him on the couch, and she sat down gratefully, almost collapsing onto it. She expected him to flick on the TV, to let her mind rest for a little while before going to bed. But he surprised her, taking her hand in his and looking at her solemnly, almost nervously.
“Holly,” he began haltingly. “I… I was thinking about last night. About your books.”
“Oh?” Holly asked softly, hope filling her chest. Was he about to act on her dark fantasies, to bring them to life for the first time?
“I want to do something for you. With you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tickets. “Here,” he said, proffering them to her.
Puzzled, Holly took one. Her jaw dropped as she saw the words emblazoned upon it: Dark Grove Plantation. She knew what Dark Grove was, had come across it in her internet research. It was an opulent fetish club located just outside of Charleston in a refurbished Carolina plantation house. She had yearned to go for years, but she had never been able to muster up the courage.
“Really?” She asked softly, wonderingly. “You want to go with me?”
“Sure,” he said, giving her an easy smile. “I’d like to check it out, if you’re up for it.”
“Yes!” She said, a bit more quickly than she would have liked. Her pussy flared to life just at the thought of it. She wanted sex, wanted Brad to take her now. She put her hand on his thigh. “Want to go to the bedroom?” She asked throatily, realizing that she was more turned on than she had ever been.
But to her dismay, Brad gently lifted her hand and placed it in her own lap. “Not tonight,” he said, a bit regretfully. “I have a test tomorrow, and I really need to study.” She must have looked crestfallen, because he continued quickly. “But we’ll have fun at the party tomorrow night. You’ll see.”
Despite her disappointment, Holly gave him a small smile. She had waited her whole life to fulfill her fantasies. Surely she could wait one more day.
But as she lay in bed by herself, the same erotic images as the night before were playing through her head. This time, she did touch herself, slaking her need for the first time in weeks. She fell into a deep sleep that night. Not from exhaustion, but from being utterly sated.
Holly’s insides were churning as they drove through the dark woods, the Live Oak trees twisting around the edges of the illuminated dirt road, as though parting to admit them. She glanced back to reassure herself that the branches were not entwining together behind the car, blocking their escape, trapping them. She could hardly believe that she was doing this, that she had agreed to this. It was a mistake. She should tell Brad to turn around, to take her home.
But through her mounting fear, she realized that she hadn’t felt this alive in months, not since she had downed seven espressos in one go. She was always so exhausted, working herself to the bone trying to balance studying and working as a barista to pay her way through vet school. That was ultimately the reason she had overcome her fears and agreed to come to Dark Grove with Brad; to break free of the relentless grind that she struggled through every day. She felt like a zombie, going through the motions of life but not really living. And the same could be said about her sex life with Brad: they were just going through the motions.
And now, here they were, about to arrive at Dark Grove Plantation. Were her closely-guarded fantasies about to become a reality?
Holly tugged at her silver corset nervously, pulling it up slightly to ensure that her ample breasts weren’t popping out. She was self-conscious about how wanton she looked in
He looked up at her as she entered, and he gave her that smile again. He patted the cushion beside him on the couch, and she sat down gratefully, almost collapsing onto it. She expected him to flick on the TV, to let her mind rest for a little while before going to bed. But he surprised her, taking her hand in his and looking at her solemnly, almost nervously.
“Holly,” he began haltingly. “I… I was thinking about last night. About your books.”
“Oh?” Holly asked softly, hope filling her chest. Was he about to act on her dark fantasies, to bring them to life for the first time?
“I want to do something for you. With you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tickets. “Here,” he said, proffering them to her.
Puzzled, Holly took one. Her jaw dropped as she saw the words emblazoned upon it: Dark Grove Plantation. She knew what Dark Grove was, had come across it in her internet research. It was an opulent fetish club located just outside of Charleston in a refurbished Carolina plantation house. She had yearned to go for years, but she had never been able to muster up the courage.
“Really?” She asked softly, wonderingly. “You want to go with me?”
“Sure,” he said, giving her an easy smile. “I’d like to check it out, if you’re up for it.”
“Yes!” She said, a bit more quickly than she would have liked. Her pussy flared to life just at the thought of it. She wanted sex, wanted Brad to take her now. She put her hand on his thigh. “Want to go to the bedroom?” She asked throatily, realizing that she was more turned on than she had ever been.
But to her dismay, Brad gently lifted her hand and placed it in her own lap. “Not tonight,” he said, a bit regretfully. “I have a test tomorrow, and I really need to study.” She must have looked crestfallen, because he continued quickly. “But we’ll have fun at the party tomorrow night. You’ll see.”
Despite her disappointment, Holly gave him a small smile. She had waited her whole life to fulfill her fantasies. Surely she could wait one more day.
But as she lay in bed by herself, the same erotic images as the night before were playing through her head. This time, she did touch herself, slaking her need for the first time in weeks. She fell into a deep sleep that night. Not from exhaustion, but from being utterly sated.
Holly’s insides were churning as they drove through the dark woods, the Live Oak trees twisting around the edges of the illuminated dirt road, as though parting to admit them. She glanced back to reassure herself that the branches were not entwining together behind the car, blocking their escape, trapping them. She could hardly believe that she was doing this, that she had agreed to this. It was a mistake. She should tell Brad to turn around, to take her home.
But through her mounting fear, she realized that she hadn’t felt this alive in months, not since she had downed seven espressos in one go. She was always so exhausted, working herself to the bone trying to balance studying and working as a barista to pay her way through vet school. That was ultimately the reason she had overcome her fears and agreed to come to Dark Grove with Brad; to break free of the relentless grind that she struggled through every day. She felt like a zombie, going through the motions of life but not really living. And the same could be said about her sex life with Brad: they were just going through the motions.
And now, here they were, about to arrive at Dark Grove Plantation. Were her closely-guarded fantasies about to become a reality?
Holly tugged at her silver corset nervously, pulling it up slightly to ensure that her ample breasts weren’t popping out. She was self-conscious about how wanton she looked in
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