CHAPTER 2

AVA MILLER

"Enzo's fingers were like hot embers sliding across my skin; I could feel his breath against my face as he continued to caress every part of my body. I was getting wetter and wetter as I felt his hard and ready cock slowly entering me..."

I stop reading, blinking my eyes and looking at my body to see what the steamy reading is causing in me. I place the wine glass on the table before placing one of my hands on my breasts, sighing and biting my lips before continuing reading.

"He kept penetrating me deeply and whispering in my ear that I was his and I knew he was right. I could feel his cock deep inside me and that was the best feeling in the world."

God.

As I close my eyes, my mind is still immersed in the provocative scene from the book I just read. I vividly relive the details of the story, the fiery words echoing in my mind as my imagination ignites. A wave of heat courses through my body, igniting a pulsating urgency within me.

With a sigh, I let myself be carried away by fantasy, allowing my hand to slowly descend over my body. I shiver as I touch my breasts, feeling the sensitive skin react to my gentle touch. Each caress intensifies the feeling of excitement that the story of the book aroused in me.

My sighs become deeper as my hand continues to descend, sliding over the curve of my waist and reaching the shorts I'm wearing. With my eyes still closed, I fully surrender to the desire that consumes me, allowing my fingers to sneak under the fabric, exploring the heat that gathers between my legs.

I feel completely enveloped by the lust that the story awakened in me. Every movement of my fingers is an extension of the sensual narrative that still echoes in my mind, taking me to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.

Moans escape my lips as I indulge in the delight of intimate touch. I feel alive and vibrant, each sensation amplified by the excitement that surrounds me. It's as if the book has unlocked a portal to a world of forbidden pleasure, and I am more than willing to explore it to the fullest.

My body pulses with anticipation, craving more of that delicious sensation that makes me feel so alive and present at the moment. I'm completely wet, and I keep massaging my clit with my fingers, moaning louder, feeling the pleasure increasing inside me.

I can't help the moans that escape my lips, each one a testament to the burning passion that consumes me. With my eyes closed and my body on fire, I surrender to pleasure without reservation, savoring every moment as if it were the last.

I bite my lips, placing my fingers on the entrance of my pussy before penetrating myself. The sensation of the moment is so good, and I can't stop now.

"Ohh..."

My breathing becomes erratic as my heart beats faster within my chest at this moment and seconds later I cum moaning louder.

With an excited smile on my lips, I open my eyes and quickly reach for the computer resting on the table.

Without wasting time, I type the word "swing" into the computer's search bar.

Within seconds, the screen is dominated by a flood of images of couples kissing and engaging in various activities.

My eyes light up with fascination as I continue to explore this unknown world. Each image seems to awaken a new curiosity within me, fueling my desire to discover more about this secret community.

I decide to delve deeper into my research and type "swing club" into the search bar.

Instantly, a series of addresses began to appear before me, revealing the existence of locations near my city. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that there is a club in the area.

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement pulsating within me, I search for photos of the place, eager to get an idea of what awaits me.

I discover that the club is open tonight, further intensifying my curiosity and desire to explore this intriguing world.

My gaze alternates between the book resting on the table and the computer before me.

For a moment, I hesitate, questioning whether I should go through with this adventure. However, the feeling of excitement and longing burns inside me, urging me to act without hesitation.

I stand up and rush to the bedroom, determined to prepare myself for this new experience.

I rummage through the wardrobe for suitable clothing, looking for something that makes me feel confident and sexy.

I find an outfit that looks promising and start to dress quickly, feeling adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I observe myself in the mirror, contemplating my reflection in the black dress that fits my body perfectly.

The fabric hugs my curves, accentuating my silhouette in a sensual way. The provocative slit and the open back add a touch of boldness to my appearance.

A satisfied smile forms on my lips, and I feel confident and powerful with my choice.

Deciding to leave my hair loose, I apply elegant makeup, highlighting my eyes with soft shadows and finishing with a vibrant red lipstick that enhances my lips.

The look in the mirror reveals a seductive and intriguing woman, ready to embark on an unknown adventure.

With a sigh of nervousness and anticipation, I call an Uber, feeling my heart race with the expectation of what is to come.

Minutes later, I'm in the car, with anxiety bubbling in my chest as I watch the city lights pass quickly by the window.

I look back at my phone, returning to examine the photos of the place I'm heading to.

The place looks incredibly sophisticated, with an intriguing and promising atmosphere. Each image sparks my curiosity and increases my excitement.

Twenty minutes pass, and the car stops next to a reserved building. I observe through the window the imposing facade of the place.

However, my surprise mixes with perplexity when I realize that it's also a nightclub. I wonder how a place can harbor two such distinct atmospheres.

With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I step out of the car and enter the place, immediately noticing the surrounding excitement. There's a mix of couples and single people, all gathered in an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation.

However, I furrow my brow when I notice that everyone is wearing masks on their faces, as if they were attending some kind of masquerade ball. I suddenly feel both out of place and intrigued, questioning the meaning behind that peculiarity.

I approach a tall security guard wearing a black suit and inquire about everyone wearing masks on their faces.

"Every night has a different theme at the club, and tonight all guests must be wearing masks."

The guard asks me to walk to the reception, where I can learn more information and register in the club's system for the first time.

I feel a mix of nervousness and excitement as I decide to register as a club member for the first time.

I watch closely as the woman behind the counter explains how the place operates. Her warm smile reassures me as she informs me about the passphrase needed to access the club's most intimate part.

With a gentle gesture, she hands me a black lace mask, part of the entry protocol. I thank her, remembering that I forgot my own mask.

With the mask covering my eyes, I feel somehow protected, as if I'm assuming a secret identity.

I walk down the illuminated corridor, my steps echoing softly in the surroundings. Upon reaching the double door where the guards are, I take a deep breath and pronounce the passphrase given to me. The men watch me closely for a moment before granting me passage, and I enter the next area of the club.