“No, what I mean is there’s a place called The Den where women go to have their sexual fantasies fulfilled. It mostly provides these services to single women, but a select few couples can enter and create their own fantasies as well.”
“Wow. This is a real place?”
“It is.”
“And you want to visit?”
“I want us to visit.”
“My mind is buzzing over here. It’s the fantasy that has me intrigued and nervous. Is this place safe and clean?”
“Bella Anima—”
“I know you wouldn’t take me somewhere crazy. Those were just the first things that came to mind.”
“I understand. Listen, you don’t have to say yes or no. It’s probably best if we visit as observers first, and if you’re comfortable with us trying out the experience, we will set a date to go back and see how it works for us.”
“Wow.”
“Are you smiling? I feel like you are.”
“I am.”
He chuckled. “That’s a good thing?”
“I would say so. I wonder how a place like this can operate legally.”
“It poses as a strip club.”
“A STRIPCLUB?”
“An all-male strip club.”
“Damn!”
Xavier chuckled. “The Den is located in Atlanta. We can plan a trip when you get back if you’re interested.”
“So you’re okay with taking me into a place called The Den where we’re sure to observe naked men?”
“Do you think I should be worried about you seeing naked men when you’ve got me?”
“Oooooou!” Corinne chimed. “Just like a damn Valentine, you better talk your shit, baby!”
Xavier guffawed.
“I like that shit. You just turned me on even more!”
“I would say good, but I’ll save that for when you’ve returned.”
“How about this…. Make plans for our first visit as observers, and we’ll go when I return.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I trust you, and I always feel safe with you. Let’s see what this Den is about.”
“Okay. I’ll make plans.”
“I love you.”