The air in is tense with a thick and palpable silence. Every little noise the car makes that you'd normally ignore come together to sound like a cacophony of instruments. You really should get that checked. Sure, you could turn on the radio, but you're nervous. And when you look over next to you, you can see that he's nervous too. You straighten the long coat you wear over the outfit you we agreed upon. I sent it to you last week as a gift.

You can't help but wonder if this is a good idea. Yes, you both agreed upon the rules, and I'd agreed to them as well, but that was when this was all a theory. Tonight is when the rubber would meet the road, so to speak. Once this was done, it could never be undone. Why did that bother you? If you don't like it, you don't like it. But you're not worried you won't like it. You're worried you will.

As the street lights flashed through the car window, your mind flashes through all the things that could happen. You imagine how I'll look at you as you show me the outfit, how your boyfriend will look just... sitting there. You imagine yourself on your knees in front of me, taking my cock into your throat while he strokes himself off. What a rush to taste someone new. To feel something different. Bigger. Better.

You imagined how my fingers would feel inside you. How my tongue would feel, exploring you as your boyfriend looked on, inert. How you might look at him, to tell him that this is what you liked. What it would finally be like to feel another man inside you. Someone who can satisfy you. REALLY satisfy you. Not just make you feel good, but make you feel like you don't need to be fucked again for a month. Someone who doesn't treat you like a princess, but like a whore, the way you're too scared to ask for.

You wonder if I'll be gentle. If I'll ease you into things, or if I'll be rough . Taking what I want from you, praising you for listening, fucking you without care. Will I care that your boyfriend is watching when I push you to do something you've never done before, maybe even things he's begged you to try? Will I be nicer when it's over? or will I make him clean up our mess when we're done?

The car pulls up to the motel at the agreed time. This is your last chance to back out. You look over at your boyfriend. Before, you thought this was going to strengthen your relationship. How you wonder if your love is just a china shop, and you're inviting a bull inside.