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Ella and the sex club adventure
Chapter 1: Curiosity Sparked
They'd been fucking for about three months. Nothing serious - no dinner dates, no meeting friends. Just Dylan turning up at her flat late at night, Ella slipping into his after a night out, or pre-arranged hookups and booty calls.
Their sex was raw, dirty, uncomplicated. Dylan was the kind of guy who would pin her wrists to the bed and make her beg, who knew exactly how to make her blush by calling her a slut in the middle of a blowjob, encouraging her to plead for him to cum on her face. And she liked that there were no strings attached.
It wasn't the first time she'd fallen into something like this. Ella habitually kept things casual, never letting men get too close. A late-night fuck here, a drunken hookup there - she liked variety, liked the thrill of new hands on her body, new cocks in her mouth. She enjoyed being promiscuous, and she still was - they weren't exclusive and she was still sleeping around - but Dylan was the first to actually ask her what she wanted, instead of assuming. That was what made him different.
That night, they were sprawled across his bed, still a little breathless from round two, when Dylan asked the question.
"Alright then, Ella. If you could try one thing you've never done before - no limits - what would it be?"
She rolled onto her side, narrowing her eyes playfully. "You mean in bed?"
He grinned. "Obviously."
She hesitated, chewing her lip. With Dylan, there was never any judgment. He liked hearing her dirtiest thoughts. Still, admitting this felt different. "I've always been curious about... sex clubs."
Dylan raised an eyebrow. "Sex clubs?"
Ella laughed nervously. "Yeah. I just want to see what actually goes on there. I'm not saying I'd... do anything. Not unless the vibe was right. But the idea of walking into a place like that, where everyone's there for the same reason..." She trailed off, heat creeping up her neck. God, did I really just say that out loud?
Dylan didn't laugh. If anything, he looked more interested. "Never been myself," he said, shifting onto one elbow. "But I'll admit... that sounds fucking hot."
She tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to play it off. "I was only answering your question. Doesn't mean-"
He cut her off with a grin. "It means we're going. Next week."
Her eyes widened. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious. You and me. Saturday night. I'll find one."
Ella lay back, staring at the ceiling, pulse quickening. A swirl of nerves, excitement, and raw anticipation twisted inside her.
Oh, fuck. What have I just agreed to?
Chapter 2 - Arrival
The following Saturday came quicker than Ella expected.
Dylan had kept the plan deliberately vague - only a time, a place, and the instruction to "dress to impress."
She'd spent most of the day fretting in front of her mirror, second-guessing everything. Her figure was petite, her breasts small and perky, but her hips curved wide, and her ass was round enough that
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