Standing before the building, I find myself doubting whether I truly want to go through with this. It's a decision that surpasses any plans I had made, and I find myself weighing the pros and cons. Should I proceed or not?

While fully aware of the potential drawbacks, a part of me, fueled by rebellious and lustful desires, starts to entertain the idea of accepting the offer. But uncertainty creeps in, and I become anxious.

What if it doesn't meet my expectations?

I release a deep sigh, my gaze fixed on the card in my hand. The words "VIP ACCESS" hold significant weight. It signifies that either it's my lucky day or that the woman I encountered possessed true psychic abilities. I flip the card back and forth, contemplating my decision repeatedly.

And in that moment, I reach a decision.

I will be brave and take the plunge.

***

Now, standing right at the entrance, I can't see much from outside due to the tinted glass. The location is remote, situated at the far end of the district. A CCTV camera captures my attention as it watches over the entrance. It's evident that this place takes its security seriously.

I push the glass door and step inside, immediately taken aback by the interior. It resembles an exclusive hotel, with a grand chandelier, red walls, intricate lace accents, and a profusion of black roses. Two women occupy the ottomans, their presence exuding an air of allure and sensuality. They diligently fill out forms provided to them by a lady standing next to the host.

"Excuse me..." the lady approaches me with a smile.

"Puis-je vous aider, mademoiselle?" she asks in French.

"Ah... well... I don't speak French, but..." I hand her the card I received. She glances at the card and lets out a faint gasp.

"Please take a seat," she invites me to the vacant ottoman. As I settle down, I notice the two women staring and snickering at me.

"Première fois ici?" one of them asks.

"Bien sûr qu'elle l'est, regarde comme elle est innocente!" the other lady giggles while scrutinizing me. I clutch my bag tightly, feeling increasingly insecure. The more I fail to understand their conversation, the more uneasy I become about my decision.

"Miss?" the host returns.

"Yes?"

"This way, please..."

"Wait, am I supposed to fill out that form?" I point to the form the other ladies were completing.

"Oh, pas besoin, mademoiselle! They are at an advanced level, so they have to fill out the form for safety precautions," she explains. I gulp nervously at the mention of safety precautions.

Is it too risky to be here?

But my heart is driven solely by my lust and curiosity now. It disregards any other concerns or doubts I may have. I rise from the ottoman, leaving the two women behind, and follow the girl into the dark alley. After a short walk, we arrive at the most secluded room, tucked away from the others.

"Enjoy your time, mademoiselle," she says before walking away, leaving me both stunned and apprehensive in front of the room's door. I take a deep breath, summoning all my courage, and enter the room.

Inside, I feel a sense of awkwardness. What am I supposed to do? Should I lie down? I gaze at the large red bed, the seductive mood created by the dim red lighting and black decor. In an attempt to ease my nerves, I divert my attention to the paintings adorning the walls. They depict dark and explicit themes of love. One particular painting catches my eye-a woman with angel wings, her back turned and exposed, while a red figure embraces her and severs one of her wings. Though it may appear strange to some, as someone who appreciates art, I feel as though I can understand the story conveyed by the painting-a purity stained and violated.

"Je vois quelque chose de merveilleux..." I hear a voice from behind, causing my body to tremble. My heart races, and my breath catches in my throat. The man approaches, taking my camera and bag from my shoulder in a seductive manner.

"Wait..."

"Hmm..."

"I... I can't speak French..." I curse myself for my stuttering words. That's not what I intended to say.

"I know..." he replies, pulling my scarf gently from my neck. The room is dimly lit, and as my vision becomes obscured, my other senses awaken, becoming hyper-aware and sensitive. The slightest touch sends ripples of sensation throughout my body.

"Nervous?" he asks. I nod slightly, my anxiety palpable. He runs his fingers along my shoulder, massaging and soothing me.

"It's okay. Just relax and open your heart. I can't promise you a pleasurable experience, but I will take care of you and ensure your enjoyment," he reassures me. I tightly shut my eyes, attempting to find relaxation amidst the anticipation.

***

I keep asking myself over and over again.

Why am I waiting for so long after all these years?

Why am I afraid of all these?

Why?

Why do I stop myself from this incredible sensation?

If I knew it's gonna be this good, I swear I'll do it long ago!

It's like a flicking switch inside me. The sensation was beyond words. I almost lost my mind! Feeling like I'm not myself anymore!

"Good girl," he praised me when I spread my tights wide, allowing my vulva to take the lick. I'm hitching whenever he rolled his tongue around the clitoris area. I grabbed his hair tight but he managed to let go of my hands and pinned it aside.

"Don't get rough," his voice stern a bit. I bit my lips, all into the lust that possessed my body right now.

Now, he kissed my pussy up above and made a pit stop at my breast. My untouched breast. He bit the lower part a bit, sucked it while playing with my other breast.

"Ah!" I yelped a bit. But he never stops. I wiggled a bit.

"It hurts..." I moaned. He stopped, now his face right above mine. I try to touch him, for a good visual for my imagination. But, he pinned me down on the bed.

"Only for a while," he said, going under and attacking my neck. I groaned, sighing in pleasure from his every touch. Drives me almost crazy!

He touched my virgin pussy. It got wet overstimulating. I could hear him smirking a bit. Then he kissed my cheek a bit.

"You might feel a little bit of pressure. Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered. I just hummed.

He pushed my legs up, my feet tiptoeing on the bed. He rubbed my thigh slowly, trying to make me relax a bit.

"I'm not usually doing this. But for you, I think I should," he said, before crashing his lips on mine. He forced his tongue inside, exploring my mouth while nibbling my lips at the same time. We exchanged breaths for a while. His hand squeezed my breast slowly.

And then, I feel a sharp feeling inside. I struggle but his body pinned me down. Tears came from my eyes. He stopped for a moment. Pulled away from the kiss.

"Relax..."

"Hurt," that's all I can say. He stroked my hair like a little child. Then he kissed my neck a few times. Made me feel horny again.

That's the moment when he pushed everything inside. I scream aloud, feeling like my vagina tore apart. I clawed his shoulder, holding down the pain. So this is how it feels when you lost it! It's severe...

But it feels wonderful!

He started riding me slowly when he felt like I'm adjusting with his length. I let him satisfy every inch of my body and the sexual desire that I keep for so long.

"Enjoy it. Don't think a lot..."

"Yeah.. it...feels good,"

"Good girl..." He increased the intensity. Now, his length rubbing inside even faster. It got larger inside my cervix, I scream over and over again. My tight pussy drenched a lot whenever his tip hit my vagina wall. I think I saw stars and my body shaking so bad.

"You cum a lot. Good... Now, cum for me more," he started ramming inside. My body was worn out at this point but I kept taking every thrust inside me. He holded the headboard, pumping inside with full speed.

Until both of us come together, countless of times.

***

I slipped into my pants. He got dressed up deliberately behind me. I dare not to look at him again, feeling shy maybe. I buttoned up my shirt, still in blush when I looked at the bed.

Finally, I lost my virginity!

"Thank you for your service," I said. He looked at me, I think because his body is facing me right now.

"You can leave now," he gave me a cold response. I feel a little bit disappointed. He suddenly became stiff. Not the same person on the bed, fucking me just now.

I took my bag and camera, walked out of the room. Leaving everything behind.

And took only the best experience in my life.

***

"So, that's how I lost my virginity," she looked at the ceiling, lying on the black leather couch. The lady next to her jotted down something in her notepad while nodding.

"So, in conclusion, you began to enjoy the experience of BDSM because of the way you lost your virginity?" she gulped, gripping her forearm tightly. Finally, she spoke.

"I think so,"

"Was it a negative experience?"

She looked at the therapist and gave her a smirk.

"Actually... I liked it. No, I loved it,"

Call me a sexually liberated woman, but that's who I am!

***

He entered a spacious room, pushing his hair back. Taking a seat on the sofa, he observed a man working in front of numerous screens. He downed a glass of water in one gulp.

"What happened?" The man inquired.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you kiss her?" The man glared at him. He averted his gaze, refusing to answer.

"You've never kissed a client before. That was your first kiss, wasn't it?" His face flushed as he removed his shirt and changed into a regular t-shirt.

"Did you get the footage?" he asked. The man displayed the recording on the screen. He watched intently, his jaw clenched. She looked exceptionally beautiful. What if someone were to see this?

He took control of the screen, transferring the file to a flash drive. As he did, he deleted the file from the computer.

"Hey? What did you do?"

"It's mine!" He scowled at the man.

"Fais attention à ton coeur, jeune homme!"

"I know," he grabbed his bag, leaving the room with the flash drive clutched tightly in his hand.

Once mine, always mine!

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