I wasn't supposed to open the envelope.
No return address. No explanation. Just a wax seal, a time, and a set of GPS coordinates.
It felt like a dare. Like a secret. Like someone knew exactly what I'd been missing.
I told myself not to go. I went anyway.
And what I found beyond that gate wasn't a party. It wasn't a hookup. It was something else entirely-something darker, softer, more beautiful than I ever imagined.
A night of velvet lounges, candlelit strangers, and touch that asked permission before it undid me completely.
This isn't just a story about sex.
It's about surrender. Worship. And finally saying yes to everything I was too scared to want.
