Swing Couple

We enter with fear, I don‘t know who is more afraid. The atmosphere is diffuse but hints at what is to come. Twilight. Sounds come from inside, indecipherable. I feel shadows and my body shivers. Who greets us? What do we expect? My dress is tight, short, it outlines me. I have no lingerie underneath. I am dressed but I feel naked, completely exposed. I am afraid. Of not pleasing, of not knowing how to be, of not being sure what to do, what to give. Regretful. I am not capable. He squeezes my hand and I manage to calm down. We don‘t speak, just a squeeze of his hand. I respond vigorously, as if to avoid falling. Damp hands. Despite the nerves, my vagina is also like that, damp. I feel myself dripping down my legs. The adrenaline increases the arousal, but so does the fear. Who greets us? Do we enter? Yes. The house is enormous, even more so seen from the inside. The hall is gigantic. We go to the left, following the whispers that increase in intensity. We heard moans.