This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
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Months went by and I had come to depend on our connection. It was more than just play or sex. What we started had developed into a dynamic that felt good to my mind, body, and spirit.
They gave me exactly what I asked for and more than I even thought to request. Surprise lunch dates. Handpicked flowers. Gifts of artwork that they’d made themself. They found special little ways to let me know I was safe with them, and that they were thinking of me always.
We mostly hooked up in my car or in my office. This is how we kept what we had going on separate from the rest of our lives. I’m pretty sure that after a while my coworkers figured out that I was the one being eaten during all those lunch meetings I had on my calendar.
If my lover came to my office, they would lock the door, bend me over my desk, and find my panties already soaked in anticipation of their arrival. And if we went out instead, I’d usually come back with my blouse buttoned askew or my skirt twisted to the side, walking quickly through the lobby just in case there were visible bite marks on my neck.
Sometimes I’d even call the office and say my lunch meeting was running long and that I’d work remote for the rest of the day, just so we wouldn’t have to leave our little love nest in the backseat of my Kia.
It was fun, but limiting. After a while, I wanted to be able to spread out and get loud. So I started looking around for other safe places for us to play.
Without having to do too much digging, I found an event that seemed perfect for us. It was a kinky burlesque show and afterparty led by Black queer women. I saw the info pop up on my Facebook feed and I didn’t need much convincing (ok, any) before I bought us an all-access couple’s ticket, which got us into the show and play party afterward. It seemed a little pricey, but with the promise of a good show and my intrigue around what an “interactive adult playdate” might entail, I was willing to spend some coin.
I had been to a play party before, but that one was not the kind of environment that encouraged me to play. It had been very white and very cis, with varying degrees of what appeared to be torture scenes happening all around. The only places to sit were right next to the play set-ups and I didn’t want to be stuck watching anything that I was seeing, so I spent most of the night just walking in a slow circle and trying to avoid eye contact.
The exhibitionist in me was ready for a do-over! I’ve always liked being watched and I couldn’t wait to see what my lover and I might get into with an audience…
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